Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

After saying that, Pipi Ghost was about to fly away into the distance.

Kane called out, "I'm not afraid to tell Professor McGonagall. It'll just be a deduction of points, a check-up, and some solitary confinement."

Pipi was a little surprised; this was the first time he had ever seen a little wizard who wasn't afraid of the professor.

"Oh, so you're really amazing? Even more amazing than Master Pipi Ghost?" Pipi Ghost asked with a curious look that was both comical and cute at first glance.

"...If you can find me two ropes, then you're really something." Kane said, pinching his nose as he suppressed the urge to curse Peeves for being disgusting.

"Hmm, a very knowledgeable little wizard. I like him. He knows who the big shot is in this castle who can produce everything." Peeves nodded repeatedly at Kane with great satisfaction, then flew away through the wall into the distance.

Kane watched Peeves fly away... Good, now he's all alone again. Well, not entirely alone.

He nudged the two guys flying behind him with his hand: "Do you know where there's a rope? I can't hang you two without a rope."

The two young wizards shook their heads frantically, as they genuinely had no idea where the rope was.

Just as Kane was struggling with his problem and even considered going to find ropes nearby, Peeves, a big shot in Hogwarts who could produce anything, flew over carrying two long, thick ropes.

“Peeves, although this is only our second meeting, I really think you’re a very good ghost.” Kane looked at Peeves, who had appeared here like a timely rain, and he even wanted to become sworn brothers with it.

Peeves waved his hand and said, "What's there to say? We're all brothers. As long as you do something bad, we'll blah blah blah and hang those two little wizards high on the ceiling of the Great Hall with Kane."

"Ah! Finally, I can go to sleep." Kane sighed and parted ways with Peeves, who went off somewhere to plan his next mischief, while Kane went back to sleep.

Until the next morning, in the auditorium.

Snape looked at the two Slytherin wizards who had just been rescued, suppressing his anger: "Tell me, who hung you two from the ceiling all night!"

Chapter 75 Hmph, Snape, how could he possibly make me sweat?

“Logan, Joseph, who hung you here?”

Early in the morning, Snape stood in the center of the Great Hall, having just lowered the two poor little wizards from the ceiling dome, and said, suppressing his anger.

Dumbledore coughed lightly: "Severus, perhaps you should calm down; you're frightening them."

“You’re absolutely right, Dumbledore.” Snape raised an earlobe at the end of his sentence, then looked back at the two young wizards: “Now, tell me, who hung you two up?”

"Kaynheath of Gryffindor!" Logan's voice was so loud that even the house-elves cooking in the cellar could hear him.

"Um???"

Upon hearing this, the young wizards and most of the professors who were eating in the hall were all filled with question marks.

After all, Logan and Joseph were among the more adventurous second-year students in Slytherin, while at Hogwarts, most people wouldn't dare to be so adventurous without some serious skills.

As for Kane, although he was quite famous, a well-known cross-dresser and eccentric at Hogwarts, and also dabbled in some dangerous magic, they still couldn't believe that two second-year wizards could be defeated by Kane, a first-year wizard.

The moment Logan spoke, Snape felt relieved.

Everything makes sense; Kane really was able to hang those two little wizards from the dome.

Although he had indeed intended to keep his distance from Kane, the young wizard, he would never allow any of his academy's young wizards to be bullied, especially in such a humiliating way.

“So, Professor McGonagall, shouldn’t we call Mr. Heath over?” Snape looked at Professor McGonagall, his pale face tense.

"Percy, could you please call Mr. Heath to my office?" Unlike Professor McGonagall, who simply believed Kane was capable of causing trouble, Professor McGonagall did not.

She not only believed that Kane had the ability to cause trouble, but she also believed that Kane had the will to cause trouble.

In Professor McGonagall's office, Professor McGonagall, Snape, and two other aggrieved parties waited quietly. Unlike Professor McGonagall's doubts and Snape's accusations, Logan was confident.

Joseph's main motive was to be restless and uneasy. After all, while others might not know, he, Joseph, and Kane certainly did. Last night, they were the ones who started all the trouble.

If Snape found out that the two of them started the fight and hadn't even beaten the other person, he might skin them alive...

“Logan, we should let this go!” Joseph said through gritted teeth.

“We have two mouths, Joseph, you don’t actually think Professor Snape would use Truth Potion for something this trivial, do you? Can’t you just stand your ground? I’m telling you right now, even if Professor Snape threatens me with the Killing Curse, I won’t budge!”

Soon, Kane, wearing a combination of a horned hat and a top hat, arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, with two hot stones in his pocket that made his long black velvet robe droop down by about two centimeters.

Professor McGonagall looked at Kane's unusual outfit, pursed her lips in frustration, and finally couldn't help but say, "Heath, can you please stop dressing like that? You're such a cute kid..."

“Professor McGonagall,” Snape said quietly.

Professor McGonagall realized what was happening and put on a serious expression: "Mr. Heath, I think you need to explain to us why you hung two innocent Slytherin boys in the Great Hall."

Three question marks slowly rose above Kane's head: "So none of you asked the two victims who attacked first and who was on the defensive?"

In an instant, Snape realized that, if he had to put it in perspective, the conflicts among young wizards at Hogwarts in a semester totaled one stone, with Slytherins having an eight-tenths chance of starting the trouble.

Ultimately, it was the fact that the Slytherin wizard was hung up in public that triggered his PTSD, and his mind wasn't particularly clear for a moment.

However, before that, Snape decided to do one last thing to protect the young wizards of his own house, for example, by asking Kane, "Are you sure you didn't start this?"

“I’d even drink truth serum,” Kane said, rolling his eyes.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts, where conflict resolution doesn't rely on evidence at all, is such that what happens when a young wizard graduates from this school enters the Ministry of Magic?

Especially that Azkaban? Aren't there more wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice than frogs falling from the sky in springtime on the Eternal Continent?

Snape, seeing Kane's fearless expression, already knew the truth. He turned to Logan and Joseph, and without even trying to put on a stern face or use a harsh tone, simply said calmly, "Tell me the truth."

Just as Joseph held his breath, intending to follow Logan's advice and argue to the death, the previously defiant Logan suddenly broke down: "We started it first, but it's not our fault. Flint apparently got criticized by Professor McGonagall because of Kanehis, and he's holding a grudge, so he gave us this unfortunate task. It's all Flint's fault. Professor Snape, please have mercy. And could you please not tell Flint about what we accidentally let slip?"

Joseph stared blankly at Logan, feeling as if he were saying, "We are ready to fight to the death, why has Your Majesty surrendered first?" But Logan revealed the whole truth, and he felt a rare sense of relief.

It was just that Flint pinned me down in the common locker and rubbed me for a bit when we got back to the Slytherin common room; I'm used to it.

Snape took a slow, deep breath. He should have thought of this sooner: "Go back to the Slytherin common room and clean the communal bathroom spotless. No magic allowed! Then you'll be facing a week of Felch confinement."

Logan and Joseph felt like they had been granted a pardon and quickly left Professor McGonagall's office.

After closing the office door, Joseph breathed a sigh of relief: "Didn't you say you were going to stick to your guns no matter what? And you looked a little nervous, your feet were all sweaty."

"Ha, you're kidding. How could Professor Snape's level of pressure possibly make me sweat?" Logan scoffed.

"Why don't you touch it yourself?" Joseph rolled his eyes and said.

As if to convince Joseph, Logan casually reached out and touched it, then chuckled, "Don't worry, it's really not sweat."

"But there really is water on the ground."

"There is water, but it's not sweat."

The two strolled away unsteadily, when suddenly, with a bang, a house-elf wearing a Hogwarts pillowcase appeared, holding a mop and constantly cleaning the water stains on the floor with its mouth moving.

Meanwhile, in Professor McGonagall's office.

"Is there nothing more for me to do here?" Kane asked, shrugging.

Professor McGonagall nodded awkwardly. Even if Snape really wanted to continue harassing her, she had to help Kane avoid trouble, since ultimately it was her fault.

The fact that I used the Kane Curse to instantly stop and break spells in my transfiguration homework back then led to criticism of almost half of the upperclassmen, which is why Kane was resented.

Professor McGonagall looked apologetic and took a Transfiguration notebook from her school days from the bookshelf behind her, handing it to Kane.

"This was my oversight, but please rest assured, Mr. Heath, I believe no one will bother you again."

“Isn’t that right, Severus?” Professor McGonagall said, then looked at Snape.

Snape nodded. "That's right."

Kane took the notebook and looked at Snape with the same look he gave Professor McGonagall.

"You don't expect me to offer any compensation, do you?"

ummm

Clearly, under Snape's intense gaze, Kane ultimately decided to back down and left Professor McGonagall's office.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, unable to fall asleep, he simply went straight to the spot where Harry and his two friends were hiding, sat down on the sofa, and started reading Professor McGonagall's notes.

Unlike Harlow and her companion, who weren't particularly sensitive to grades, Hermione was extremely sensitive to them. She asked with great concern, "Kane, you've penalized me again... What book is this?"

Kane pointed to the Professor McGonagall notes he was holding.

"This one?"

Chapter 76 Tentacles was opened? When?

Clearly, Hermione values ​​practical knowledge more than Gryffindor grades.

Kane pointed to Professor McGonagall's notes in his hand: "Is this what you mean?"

Hermione nodded.

"Oh, these are Professor McGonagall's notes. If you need them, you can borrow them to copy after I've finished reading them."

Hermione pursed her lips into a speechless, kitten-like expression.

She had previously thought that Professor McGonagall was the only light in Hogwarts, absolutely selfless and fair, able to deduct points or put someone in solitary confinement at will.

Even Headmaster Dumbledore had to avoid the Celestial Dragons' sharp edge; only Professor McGonagall was the only light for ordinary junior wizards at Hogwarts.

And now you're telling me that last night you hung two Slytherins on the Great Hall dome all night, they're practically dried-out jerky, but this morning you were in Professor McGonagall's office for less than ten minutes.

Not only did you not lose a single point in Gryffindor, but you also brought Professor McGonagall's notes?

"By the way, what about the two Slytherins?" Harry and Ron's focus shifted away from the strange questions, and they asked a question Hermione would never dare to ask.

"Oh, Snape said they'd go back to the Slytherin prefects' common room and that he'd put them in solitary confinement," Kane said nonchalantly, glancing at his book.

Harry and Ron gloated over the tragic fate of the two Slytherins, while Hermione, her face pale, gazed up at the blazing sun melting the snow outside the Gryffindor common room window.

The sky over Hogwarts... had completely darkened.

Kane looked at Hermione's face, which was a mixture of light and shadow. Although everyone at Hogwarts thought he had a cross-dressing fetish and eccentricities, and often said things that no one could understand and did things that no one could comprehend, they thought he was crazy.

But in Kane's mind, Hermione was the most eccentric one. Ordinary people had no idea what she was thinking when she would suddenly change her expression, or suddenly feel sorry for herself and lose her little pearl or something like that.

Hey, a girl's mood is like a lottery machine in an eternal continent; you never know what abstract thing will pop up the next time you pull the lever.

Time flowed forward steadily and quietly, and Professor McGonagall was a woman of her word; she said that from that day on, no one would bother Kane, and indeed, no one did.

Perhaps it was because Professor McGonagall secretly gave instructions to the older young wizards behind their backs.

Professor McGonagall's notes were copied four times and then returned. Those notes should have been quite beneficial to Kane, but given his limited knowledge, it's unlikely that they will offer him too much benefit right now.

For some reason, after the incident where Professor Quirrell appeared in the shadows, Kane went to see him again on the second Wednesday evening for extra tutoring, only to find that he had stood her up!

It is said that no one found Professor Quirrell at Hogwarts that day. It wasn't until the next day that Professor Quirrell returned to Hogwarts looking haggard, as if he owed death two hundred years to him.