Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

“Telling you shouldn’t be a problem, but I have some urgent business to attend to right now.” Kane said, waving his hand towards Dumbledore’s guardian statue, which wisely opened the door. “Why don’t you ask Dumbledore, who knows everything?”

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance. Asking Dumbledore... wasn't out of the question.

After taking Ron and Hermione to Dumbledore's office, Kane returned to the secret room, put the three-headed dog to sleep, and looked down through the trapdoor.

The little pumpkin was hopping around below, trying to climb up but unable to. It looked incredibly pitiful.

Seeing this, Kane turned the tentacles back into steps, and the little pumpkin hopped up.

"Hmm. Old Maxwell is really a decent person. I like him a lot." Kane bent down and patted Little Pumpkin's big head, then spoke to Maxwell, who seemed not to be listening.

Kane then went to the infirmary to visit poor Harry, but unfortunately, he was stopped by Madam Pomfrey before he could even get in, and he wasn't the only one.

And then there are Ron and Hermione, those two unlucky ones.

"Hey, you two got kicked out too?" Kane, sitting on the little pumpkin, raised his eyebrows and greeted them.

“Um, Kane, you never told us about the…wonderful and dangerous adventure you and Harry went through.” Ron said with a sigh, but his expression seemed more like disappointment at not having experienced the adventure.

“This is dangerous, Ron. Don’t make it sound so easy. Kane and Harry almost died today,” Hermione lectured, frowning.

"Actually, it's alright." Kane waved his hand, indicating that Madam Pomfrey was still in the infirmary, and told Hermione to stop talking.

"Okay, by the way, will this be kept a secret forever?" Hermione whispered.

"There's still more than half a month left in this semester, so it's probably unlikely. After all, after Quirrell's explosion, Dumbledore will have to call us a new professor."

After Kane finished speaking, he stood up and stretched: "Alright, we can't get in from here anyway, let's go back to sleep."

With that, Kane headed toward the Gryffindor Tower.

“Wait, Kane, your stool.” Ron said, pointing to the little pumpkin lying on the ground, “But it’s so cute, can you make me one too?”

"It's not a stool. Come on, little pumpkin." As soon as Kane finished speaking, the little pumpkin jumped up and followed Kane's footsteps.

In that instant, Ron's desire for the stool... and the little pumpkin reached its peak, and he quickly ran a few steps.

"What is this thing? Is it a magical creature? Or an alchemical creation? That's so cool!"

Hermione was also a little envious of the little pumpkin hopping behind her. Although her spending power couldn't compare to that of the Celestial Dragons, she would want one if the price wasn't too outrageous.

“I probably can’t buy it anymore. There’s only one little pumpkin, and it was a gift from someone else.” Kane said, stopping and patting the little pumpkin’s head. “Besides, it’s not just a stool, it’s also a box.”

Kane, as if he had received something good, subtly and modestly showed it to his friends. When his friends finally discovered it, they excitedly began to show off, making Little Pumpkin open its mouth so that Ron and Hermione could see it.

Then all three of them fell silent.

"Who gave you this gift? Could you introduce me to him?" Ron murmured softly.

"Ron, please have some self-respect..." Hermione reminded Ron helplessly, hoping he would give up this inappropriate idea as soon as possible.

It's no wonder they reacted so strangely. In fact, even Kane looked stunned. He stared at the various colored gems that filled the little pumpkin and took a deep breath.

"Old Mike...you are now the most authoritative one in my heart, without exception."

However, Maxwell did not answer him. Perhaps he was trying to look cool, or perhaps he was dealing with a mess in the Eternal Realm. In any case, Kane should not have to worry about the gems for the time being.

The next day, the three of them met in the common room and went to the infirmary to bring Harry back.

Having just woken up after a great adventure to find that Professor Quirrell had exploded and Voldemort had flown away, Harry, who had spent the night lying motionless in the infirmary, woke up the next day to find his three best friends.

Upon arriving at the Great Hall, Dumbledore showered Gryffindor with praise, generously awarding them an extra 200 points.

If it ended here, it would have been a wonderful day for Harry, but unfortunately, Dumbledore didn't grant Harry's wish.

The message was like a bolt from the blue for Harry.

Because Professor Quirrell was overjoyed, Dumbledore delivered some news that wasn't so good for Harry.

"Professor Severus Snape will temporarily fill the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the remaining two weeks."

In that instant, Kane and Harry felt like their world had collapsed. However, it was unlikely that the world had collapsed, since there were only two weeks left in the entire term. In two weeks, no matter how hard Snape could work, how many classes could he actually attend?

Is his class next period?

Oh...it really collapsed.

Chapter 80: Me, fighting Kane? Really?

Soon, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Due to some unforeseen circumstances, Hermione and Ron decisively abandoned Kane and Harry, these two unfortunate brothers.

After all, if the two of them sit separately, four people will suffer, but if they sit together, only the two of them will suffer.

Not only Hermione and Ron, but all the other Gryffindor wizards will be grateful to them.

Just as Kane and Harry were sitting in the very back corner, feeling restless, Snape burst in, his billowing robes billowing around him.

"Use your ridiculous magic to gather up your desks and chairs and pile them up on both sides of the classroom. Defense Against the Dark Arts is for you to practice, not to read from the book." Snape stood on the podium, and with just one sentence, Kane and Harry's eyes lit up.

To be honest, if Snape really did have this hands-on teaching style, then it wouldn't be a problem for them to be a little tolerant. So what if they got scolded a couple of times? That's acceptable.

Soon, Snape divided them into two groups, and then Snape walked between the two groups like a military drill instructor and began to give a speech.

"Perhaps Professor Quirrell told you a lot of colorful stories, like vampire fairy tales and Red Riding Hood's bedtime rhyme, but unfortunately, that's all you've learned. I don't think you've learned any truly practical spells during the half-semester he taught you."

"After all, even he himself had a wall collapse caused by a less-than-honorable adventure."

"It's clear that Snape harbors a lot of resentment towards Professor Quirrell." Kane and Harry remained standing at the far corner of the line, whispering to each other in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear.

"Of course, some famous boys, and those with bizarre dressing styles, eccentric learning styles, and abstract potion-making talents... I'm talking about you, Mr. Heath, still pretending to be stupid! And why did you bring your own chair to class?"

Kane initially planned to do what most people in the classroom would do: lean forward slightly, sway his head from side to side, and pretend to be clueless as he looked around.

Until Snape appeared behind him: "Is there another Heath in this classroom?"

Kane, startled by the sudden tap on the shoulder, exclaimed, "That's a box, Professor! And a pet too!"

Snape rudely flicked his wand, sending the little pumpkin flying out of the classroom. Before he could even compose himself and continue his long-winded speech, the little pumpkin hopped back in.

Kane quietly lifted his eyelids. He saw that Snape's face seemed a little dark, but it must be his imagination. Usually, the professor's face was pale, like a player who could go to Twilight just by wearing dentures.

Snape looked at the little pumpkin squatting not far in front of Kane, who was sitting in two rows of the queue, and suddenly felt that the opening line he had spent the whole night thinking up was not so important.

Since things have come to this... let's start the class right away.

However, before that...

Snape stormed up to the little pumpkin and kicked it behind Kane without any politeness, followed by a series of clanging sounds.

In an instant, all eyes in the classroom were drawn to the gems behind Kane, which nearly covered half the floor. Some of the Slytherin students had never even seen such gems in their family vaults.

However, what I found here was quite outrageous.

"Oh dear? How did it fall out?" Kane squatted down somewhat awkwardly and stuffed all the gems back into the little pumpkin's mouth. Then, he patted the shoe print on the little pumpkin with some heartache. Although it didn't cause much damage, it was still painful for Kane, even though it hit the pumpkin.

Snape gritted his teeth and spat out the words: "............If you're better...we should...start class!"

At this moment, Snape had a different feeling; the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor wasn't so appealing after all.

He had a very optimistic view: although Kane and Harry's grades in Potions were so abstract and their performance so frightening that it was astonishing, they should be quite good in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It's like two exceptionally talented individuals have found their perfect teacher; Harry is doing well, but Kane...

How could he possibly have the idea of ​​killing and eating horse meat?

Soon, after all the young wizards were ready, and more importantly, after Snape had composed himself, the serious Defense Against the Dark Arts class truly began.

Snape wrote a spell on the blackboard with chalk, making a clattering sound.

"The repelling charm was supposed to be a course for you after Halloween, but unfortunately, due to Quirrell's health condition, he didn't teach it to you, so this task fell to me."

"Now, why don't you begin reciting this spell and try to use it? Didn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom provide you with training dummies?" Snape said coldly.

The young wizards, like tractors that had just been started, frantically searched for training dummies, afraid that if they were even a second too late, Snape's mouth would bite them.

Snape, meanwhile, began to stroll around the classroom, looking around. Generally speaking, the Repulsion Charm was not difficult, basically comparable to the Levitation Charm in Charms class. As long as one puts in the effort and doesn't squish, one can learn it very well.

This is also one of the more important reasons why he has always wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Compared to Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts does not rely as much on talent, so it would put a lot less pressure on the professors' cardiovascular system.

For example, the young wizards who used to be humorous in Potions class have now completed their practice of the Repel Charm, while a very few students, although their performance in Potions class could ruin Snape's reputation, might make him a professor forever remembered for his performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

For example, he was standing right behind Kane, nodding his head unconsciously. Hmm, although he knew that Kane had learned this spell from Quirrell before, it was still surprising that a first-year student couldn't even cast spells... His talent was strong and powerful, truly strong and powerful!

After leaving Kane's side and ending his spying, Snape circled the entire classroom again, making sure all the young wizards had learned the spell before dividing them into two rows, Gryffindor and Slytherin, with each class facing the other.

"You don't need to waste your precious energy on these puppet dummies that won't fight back. The person opposite you is your opponent in this lesson. I hope you won't disappoint me."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, the entire classroom of young wizards erupted in excitement. After all, the person opposite them was Gryffindor/Slytherin!

To be able to legally, legitimately, and compliantly utterly crush the opponent! That would be wonderful.

Even if Snape deducts points from my score, it'll be worth it!

Except for one person.

Malfoy stared blankly at Kane standing opposite him, looking at Kane in disbelief, then at Snape.

Me? Me, playing Kane? Really?

Chapter 81 On the Possibility of Making Flying Broomsticks from Walking Sticks

Snape ignored Draco's accusing gaze, flicked his wand, and picked up a training dummy from the corner of the classroom, placing it opposite him.

"I believe you've all learned the Levitation Charm, right? Is there anyone who hasn't?"

After Snape finished speaking, he even held his breath in great detail. He was really thinking that if there were any young wizards who hadn't even learned the Levitation Charm, should he take advantage of his good mood to give them a temporary lesson?

But things turned out much better than he had imagined; not a single wizard raised their hand, which was good.

"When attacking enemies, it's not just the offensive spells taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes that are useful. Transfiguration, common spells, potions, alchemy, and even household magic can all be effective in defeating the enemy at crucial moments, such as the Levitation Charm."

After Snape finished speaking, he stood about five meters away from the training dummy: "Today I will teach you a little trick for the Levitation Charm. When the Levitation Charm is cast, if you rotate the tip of your wand clockwise or counterclockwise at the last moment, the object being levitated will inevitably rotate. This is a very useful control skill in magical duels."

"In a battle where time is of the essence, this little trick is even faster, more accurate, and more reliable than petrifying everything."

After saying that, Snape immediately started his spell at zero frames, pointing his wand at the training dummy and chanting a spell, finally turning the tip of the wand slightly.

The effect was immediate; the training dummy floated up and spun rapidly. If it were a real person, let alone using magic, it would probably be difficult to even lock onto an enemy.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Snape unleashed three knockback spells in quick succession, knocking the training dummy from one end of the classroom to the other. Finally, he put away his wand, released the levitation spell, and the training dummy fell to the ground with a thud, its arms and legs broken.

"Now, let's begin. Of course, you're not training dummies, but your opponents. Ah, Slytherin and Gryffindor, aren't you usually enemies? Today I'm giving you this opportunity, and I hope I won't disappoint you."