Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

The extra tutoring for Kane was postponed to the third Wednesday. From that day on, Voldemort's teaching pace accelerated dramatically, giving people a bittersweet feeling.

Almost every class was packed full. Kane even asked Dumbledore why this was, since in Kane's eyes it was just an ordinary transaction. He wouldn't say anything if Voldemort just casually filled out the classes.

Why was Voldemort teaching so diligently? And it wasn't the kind of teaching method that forced him to learn too quickly; Kane could tell that Voldemort was genuinely trying to build a solid foundation for him.

"Hmm, perhaps Tom just likes this feeling," Dumbledore said, taking a sip of his tea.

"Do you like this feeling?" Kane asked, frowning.

"Yes, the year Tom graduated from Hogwarts, he even submitted an application to stay on as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Perhaps becoming a professor would be a good choice for him, after all, he is really good at teaching, especially for a talented young wizard."

Kane looked at Dumbledore with curiosity: "Now tell me, do you regret not letting Tom stay at the university as a professor? Maybe the wizarding world would have been spared a Dark Lord."

“I still don’t regret it. Let’s believe that all of this is for the best. Tom’s evil intentions cannot be suppressed by the position of a professor. Just like now, you are his student, but he still thinks about killing you all the time.”

As Dumbledore spoke, he peeled an orange for Kane and handed it to him.

"That's true. It's Wednesday again. Tom's eyes have been getting weirder lately, even in class. I feel like Quirrell isn't really paying attention anymore, like he's been possessed by Tom."

"In short, Kane, I have a feeling we should be careful today, be flexible, and safety is the most important thing," Dumbledore concluded.

"Hmm, I will." Kane said as he left the principal's office and knocked on the door of Professor Quirrell's office.

dong dong dong...

"Enter."

Kane walked into Professor Quirrell's office and saw him putting on his coat, seemingly about to leave.

“Oh, Kane, you’ve come at the right time. I think we need to have a practical magic lesson, don’t you think?” Voldemort said, his voice rising slightly.

"Magical practice? Me and you? Where?" Kane, though he already knew what Voldemort was up to, still pretended to be clueless and asked.

“I’ll take you somewhere, Kane. We can use that place as our magical practice ground,” Voldemort said, coaxing Kane into leading him to the secret room in the fourth-floor corridor.

Kane's heart skipped a beat when he saw the door to the secret chamber. Dumbledore was right after all. Was Dumbledore's plan really reliable? If not, he would have used the backup plan.

For example, he could have single-handedly stuffed Voldemort into Maxwell's door, since Dumbledore had said that safety is more important than plans.

Just as Kane was brainstorming, Quirrell opened the door.

“Let’s start with the first challenge. Although Professor Dumbledore forbade you from coming near here when school started, we can perhaps treat this as a trial.”

Quirrell pointed to the three-headed dog baring its teeth at the two of them and said, "Find a way to get past this dog. It's very resistant to regular magic, like petrifying everything."

"Yes, Professor." Kane took out his wand and stopped thinking about those random things. Anyway, the plan was already very comprehensive. If something still went wrong... his Rebirth Amulet might just be a dirty trick.

After Kane's panpipe spell instantly put the previously ferocious Cerberus into a state of infantile sleep, Voldemort showed no extra expression. This was expected, since Kane was the one who made the panpipes, and it would be truly strange if he didn't possess hypnotic magic.

After Voldemort used magic to move Cerberus away, he opened the trapdoor, revealing the menacing tentacles beneath.

Just as Kane was about to see what Voldemort was planning to do, Voldemort turned around and waved at Kane: "Look at your masterpiece, Kane."

Kane: ? ? ?

Chapter 77 Why can Hogwarts guard against fire but not against the Killing Curse?

Kane looked at Voldemort with a bewildered expression, still trying to maintain his composure one last time: "Uh, what do you mean by 'my masterpiece'?"

Voldemort looked at Kane, who was still pretending to be stupid at this moment, and couldn't help but nod. This behavior of never giving up the slightest chance of survival until the very last moment could be considered a virtue.

“I admire you, Kane, but you still can’t fool me… After all, I got this out of Hagrid. You’re probably the only person at Hogwarts who can create these tentacles,” Voldemort said quietly.

"I never put on this act in front of Hagrid." Kane shook his head again. To be honest, he was now more inclined to believe that Dumbledore had used various means to let Voldemort know about this in order to speed up the progress of the dungeon.

Voldemort's next words cleared Dumbledore's name: "Well, Hagrid didn't know before, but Ron Weasley did. You know, Mr. Weasley values ​​your friendship highly, and boasting about his friends to others is one of his favorite things to do."

"......Okay, that makes sense." Kane's face fell, and he walked helplessly toward Voldemort.

"I thought you'd figure out how to get through this yourself?" he said quietly.

“Bringing you here is one of the solutions I’ve been thinking of.” Voldemort said, patting Kane on the shoulder and urging, “Begin, Kane, let me take a look.”

"Hmm." Kane gave a casual "hmm," and the tentacles that had been baring their fangs and claws under the trapdoor suddenly became docile, like seaweed floating with the waves on the seabed, eventually weaving into a downward staircase.

“I think we should go on together, shouldn’t we, Kane?” Voldemort said, extending a hand towards him.

"You are very cautious."

Kane took Voldemort's hand and walked away on his own. Voldemort only let go of Kane's hand when they were out of the tentacles' attack range. Kane then pulled out a silk handkerchief from somewhere and kept wiping his hands.

"I don't know how many times I've said this, but Professor, I would like you even more if you could pay more attention to personal hygiene." After Kane finished speaking, he used his fan-smelling technique to test the smell of his hands. Finding it to be within his tolerance range, he disgustedly threw the silk scarf on the ground.

Voldemort gave him a reserved look: "Perhaps someday in the future, anyway, we should move on."

The two disappeared into the darkness of the corridor, and an unknown amount of time passed.

"I really can't believe that Kane's tentacles would obediently weave into steps. Could it be that the person who wants the Philosopher's Stone has kidnapped Kane and is holding him hostage?"

Ron led the way down the trapdoor, slipping uncontrollably with each step he took on the tentacle steps.

“I don’t think that’s very likely. Who would dare to kidnap Kane? Wouldn’t they be afraid of being stuck in the Forbidden Forest and turned into a big tree by noon if they kidnapped him in the morning?” Hermione, who was in the middle, also helped Ron down and said to herself.

“Haha, that’s true, but that shouldn’t be a tree, it should be a mandrake, because when we dig that person out, he’ll probably be crying his eyes out.” Harry, who was at the back, also kept the formation until he saw the silk scarf lying on the ground.

hiss------

Something's wrong! Things are getting serious.

In another secret room not far in front of them.

"These shapeshifting spells are quite good. It seems Professor McGonagall will like them very much." Voldemort struggled to maintain his armor and resist the killer bees that kept attacking him.

“To be honest, I think these are pretty average. Perhaps you could try fire? These little flying insects are terrified of these things,” Kane said, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you think I'd fall for your tricks, Kane? Using a large-scale fire inside Hogwarts Castle would definitely alert Dumbledore, otherwise I wouldn't have needed to bring you here with those tentacles."

Voldemort's tone had lost its initial composure and elegance; he was clearly somewhat taken aback by the killer bees Kane had created. After all, they were like flies; although they couldn't cause any effective harm, a swarm of flies buzzing around could really make one feel as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.

"Alright, Professor." Kane shrugged and waved his hand casually. The number of killer bees in the entire chamber instantly doubled. Just when Voldemort thought Kane was finally about to attack, the dense swarm of killer bees fell to the ground, and the so-called killer bees still flying in the air were just shadows.

"Hey, I had a hard time catching these in the Forbidden Forest." Kane picked up honey from the ground, piece by piece, with a hint of resentment. Maybe he could have them as a late-night snack when he got back.

Perhaps honey-glazed ham? Hand-rolled toffee would also work.

"I admire your talent." Voldemort watched the shadows dissipate one after another, quite satisfied, and took a key from the sky, inserted it into the door at the end of the chamber, and walked in alone.

Kane, seeing this, took two steps forward and asked, "Professor, just how weak are you? Although you said that fire is not allowed in Hogwarts, with some effort, you should be able to get through those two challenges using basic spells, right?"

Voldemort turned and glanced at Kane, who was primarily driven by curiosity: "You want to know?"

"of course."

"Because I wanted to see just how capable you really are, and it seems you're quite capable now." Voldemort said, pushing open the door and walking into the next secret chamber.

"Yes, Kane, my intuition tells me that those three very different pieces on the opposite board are your creation."

Voldemort pointed at the Clockwork Knight, the Bishop, and the Chariot on the opponent's chessboard and said in a low voice.

"Professor, could I take care of these three too? You have no idea how long I spent scavenging for junk at Hogwarts to collect all those gears."

Kane complained bitterly about how much he had suffered to handcraft these three big guys, but Voldemort had no idea; he was only thinking about that grooved Philosopher's Stone.

If Voldemort were to take down these three precious items, all those years I spent scavenging would have been a complete waste.

"Hmm. If you hadn't asked that question, I would have been happy to give you this task, but unfortunately you did, so I felt it was necessary for me to demonstrate the power you taught me."

After saying that, he suddenly raised his wand and shouted in a thick nasal voice, "Avada Kedavra!"

As the emerald green lightning linked all the opposing pieces, along with the ordinary pieces and the three clockwork pieces that Kane had painstakingly crafted, they all became a lifeless mass.

"Professor, why can Hogwarts guard against fire but not against the Killing Curse? Does that make sense?"

Chapter 78 I only needed three strikes to make Voldemort's eyes widen in disbelief! [4K Long Chapter]

"Perhaps it's because I didn't tell you the truth. Let's keep going, Kane," Voldemort said, continuing to lead Kane forward.

Voldemort looked at the flames that should have been created by Snape, then at Kane behind him: "Please."

Kane raised his hands in a French military salute: "God help me, ever since I made scabies medicine into frog leg sandwiches in the first class, Professor Snape has wanted to stuff me into a cauldron every time he sees me, so I really can't change this one."

Voldemort listened to Kane's vehement accusations, then awkwardly pursed his lips. It seemed to be true; Kane's abstract understanding of potions perfectly balanced his strengths in the dark magic field, achieving a relative equilibrium.

Suddenly relieved, Voldemort felt that Kane's talent wasn't so appealing after all... Well, you can't be so absolute; overall, the appeal outweighs the disadvantages.

After looking at the question for a while, Voldemort decisively rejected Kane's insider answer and insisted on recalculating it himself. He then discovered that the answer was exactly the same as the one Kane had pointed out.

Embarrassed, Kane drank the fire-retardant potion and walked through the flames.

Until the last secret room, Maxwell's Door, which at first glance looked like it was made of junk, appeared in the center of the room, while the Mirror of Erised, which was originally prepared by Dumbledore in the corner, was moved to the corner by Kane, with his backside facing the two of them.

“Seriously, Kane, this… door, I don’t even need to ask to know whose handiwork it is… Perhaps only you in the entire Hogwarts would like this kind of rubbish patchwork style, as disgusting as your hat,” Voldemort said with restraint.

"Didn't you enjoy wearing the feathered hat I gave you before?" Kane rolled his eyes and said.

"That's Quirrell's happiness! Sure enough, your expression didn't change at all; you knew it was me all along." Voldemort finished speaking and looked at Kane's still calm expression, sighing with an "I knew it" look.

"It's better than your headscarf, isn't it?"

Voldemort nodded: "Hmm, you're right about that. Now, Kane, tell me, where did you put the Philosopher's Stone?"

Kane pointed to the lever in the corner of Maxwell's Gate: "Just pull the lever behind the door."

Voldemort looked at Kane with a disappointed expression: "Kane, I value you so much, yet you humiliate me with a mocking attitude towards idiots. Is that right?"

"So?" Kane raised an eyebrow. He definitely couldn't use the lever himself. Voldemort needed his talent too, and Voldemort couldn't either, because he was a coward.

Then there is only one correct option.

Sure enough, as the loud crashing sound came from outside the secret room, Harry finally tumbled in, stumbling and crawling.

"How did you get into such a mess?" Kane asked instinctively.

"Uh, because there wasn't enough of the last potion. It won't burn, but it really hurts!" Harry stood up, wincing, and saw Professor Quirrell's face showing an expression that said, "I knew it."

"Professor Quirrell, stop! Dumbledore is right outside!" Harry decided to go all the way with the borrowed power, after all, he couldn't really let himself and Kane, two young wizards, have a real fight with Professor Quirrell.

“Well, you and your good friend Kane both like to say things that will never happen.” Voldemort said, as if Kane and Harry didn’t exist, and took out his wand, beginning to write runes in the air.

Each rune written would float onto Kane's body, like chains or tattoos, flowing through his body.

"Oh, that's quite amazing." Kane exclaimed as he watched Voldemort deflect the spell Harry had cast from behind him without even raising his head or flicking his wand.

“Harry, you know perfectly well that it’s all in vain.” Voldemort had no idea how many spells Harry had cast to tickle him from behind; he had simply used one sentence to control Harry.