Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

"Of course, you'd better not disappoint me!"

After Snape finished speaking, he walked to the side and stopped bothering the young wizards.

Most of the young wizards were also excited by Snape's words, and they were so excited that almost everyone started attacking at zero frames, afraid that the opponent would be faster than them and make them spin like tops.

Only Malfoy gave a wry smile that wasn't particularly flattering: "Kane...tsk...can we reconcile?"

Kane wasn't as conflicted as Malfoy. He loved his opponent too much, especially since they had made a wasted trip to the trophy room because Malfoy had stood them up.

I don't think I got my revenge yet... Huh? Didn't I? Oh well, I'll get my revenge eventually.

Kane gave a shy, polite smile: "Are you joking right now?"

The next moment, two spells shot out from the tips of the wands at the same time. However, unfortunately, perhaps Kane's magic was a little stronger, and it shattered Malfoy's magic and struck Malfoy directly.

The latter just took off and started spinning in circles.

Kane then used a knockback spell, striking three times before slowly using a levitation spell to lower Malfoy down.

After all, Snape's demonstration was done with a mannequin, while he was beating a real person. Although Malfoy was annoying and cheeky, there was really no need to beat him to death.

However, because of the Levitation Charm spinning him around, Malfoy took a while to regain his senses and stand up again.

At this moment, Malfoy looked at Kane standing opposite him and suddenly felt that he was quite handsome. He even held back! He's a good person!

Until another person he hadn't expected appeared behind Kane.

Snape gently patted Kane on the shoulder: "It felt good to hold back just now, didn't it? Are you already enjoying the feeling of having an opponent look up to you? Maybe your opponents in the classroom will, but when you actually leave Hogwarts and fight those dangerous dark wizards, they'll just think you're a fool!"

"Gryffindor, deduct 10 points. Reason: Too naive!"

After Snape finished speaking, he went off to bother the other young wizards again.

Kane glanced helplessly at the others in the classroom, emmm....

There wasn't a single one holding back; each and every one of them, if not to kill the other, were aiming to cripple them for a few days.

Unlike Kane, who was observing the entire classroom, Malfoy, sitting opposite him, was only observing Snape's back, just as he was about to start swearing at Snape.

"On the beach... mmm..."

Unfortunately, before he could even utter that curse, he was once again pulled into the air by the Levitation Charm and spun around. Then, he was slammed against the wall by three repulsion spells without mercy, slowly sliding down like a toad thrown against a wall by Peter Griffin.

Happy times are always fleeting; this is not just an empty saying, but a true reflection of happiness.

For young wizards of this age, each one possesses inexhaustible energy, and they are incredibly fierce. They are not only happy to use spells to attack others, but they are also overjoyed to be spun around by the opponent's spells and eventually slammed against the wall.

Oh, except for that one unlucky guy whose feet never touched the ground except at the very beginning and the very end of a class.

As for Snape's reputation, it has also undergone a rare change.

"Honestly, if Snape were a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor instead of a Potions professor, I would really like him. His classes are really educational and quite interesting."

After finishing the class, Ron had a good time and walked out of the classroom, saying with some satisfaction.

“Indeed, if Snape had continued teaching like this, I could have tolerated some of his targeting of Gryffindor and me, and I wouldn’t have been unable to accept hearing a few trash words now and then.” Harry also experienced a different side of Snape.

Unlike his previous half-baked potions skills, Harry's talent for Defense Against the Dark Arts far surpassed that of potions, so he could see just how impressive Snape's teaching methods and combat skills were in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And most importantly, since Quirrell was behind the murder case, Snape was just a foul-mouthed guy who liked to talk trash compared to Quirrell, who was a real villain who stabbed people in the back.

Moreover, he taught Defense Against the Dark Arts really well.

After this process of one plus one being greater than two, he even thought Snape was a good person and someone he could get along with.

"Do you think Snape will also teach our Defense Against the Dark Arts class next semester?" Hermione suddenly asked.

"Probably not. Snape is still the head of Slytherin after all, and he teaches Potions. Of course, it would be great if he could step down as Potions Master and teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron said with a hint of helplessness.

“Who says otherwise?” Kane sighed, perhaps because of his own talent for dark magic, even his gaze towards Snape softened...

Hmm, it would be even better if he could apologize to Little Pumpkin.

Soon, another week came to an end, and the little wizards were one day closer to their holiday.

Two-thirds of the people in this small dormitory were incredibly excited about this. A loving family raises a bird that loves its home, while a loveless family raises a bird that loves its freedom.

Harry's home was a cage for him, a place where he couldn't be free even if he wanted to, because Dumbledore had just spoken to him and told him that he had to go back to that so-called home and stay there for a certain period of time every year.

So while Kane and Ron were already packing their bags, Harry was still squirming on his bed, looking like spiders were crawling all over him.

He felt even worse when he heard that Ron would return to his loving home during the holidays, and that Kane planned to travel the world.

"How about Kane, you come back to the Dursleys with me and suffer together? Please, let's just suffer together at the Dursleys' house for the rest of our lives." Harry begged Kane, crying and wailing.

"...Heh." Kane chuckled coldly, giving Harry the middle finger with a helpless look.

Just as Harry was sitting on his bed, resignedly waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike him dead, Ron's words were another bolt from the blue.

"How about Kane comes to our house during the holidays? My mother often writes to me asking me to bring you back home."

"Uh... I want to go too." Harry murmured, lying on the bed, barely breathing.

“Why don’t you ask Dumbledore what the minimum period you can stay at the Dursleys’ house is? Then we can pick you up right on time,” Ron said.

“No…” Harry shook his head: “Ron, you don’t understand. The Dursleys don’t despise me, they hate me. They don’t not want to see me, they just don’t want to see me living comfortably. They would rather see me leave the Dursleys happily than suffer in their house.”

Ron listened to Harry's vehement accusations with some surprise, his mouth agape in astonishment.

No? This is a person!

Kane raised an eyebrow and nodded: "That's why I don't want to stay with the Dursleys. I'd rather travel and wander around on my own, and maybe find some useful things along the way."

At that moment, Ron suddenly looked at Kane and said, "Didn't we agree to go to my house?"

Kane shrugged helplessly: "That's what you said yourself, I haven't agreed yet. But you can leave me your address, I might come to your house to visit you later."

Ron nodded, that's more like it, but soon another problem arose.

What are your travel plans?

Kane grinned and pulled out the walking cane that the Eternal Realm had sent him for Christmas from under his bed: "I plan to make a flying broom with this. There's still a week before the holiday, so I can go and ask Dumbledore for advice on how to make a flying broom."

“You can use my Nimbus 2000,” Harry quietly reminded him.

“I know, but it’s not mine after all. Anyway, I’ll go find Dumbledore first and get me breakfast if possible.”

With that, Kane picked up his walking stick and strode away from the dormitory, leaving Little Pumpkin behind him barely able to catch up.

"Why do I feel like Kane is walking faster?" Harry said, somewhat surprised.

“Hmm, perhaps that’s why Kane chose to use that walking cane as a flying broom,” Ron offered a reasonable guess. “That cane might be some kind of alchemical item with speed-boosting properties.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Harry remarked.

Meanwhile...

Kane, carrying his walking cane, had already appeared at the door of Dumbledore's office.

Boom boom boom!

Chapter Eighty-Two: Flying Broom

"Dumbledore! Are you home?" Kane knocked on the door and received a quick response.

"Please come in."

Kane walked in carrying his walking stick and saw that Dumbledore seemed to have a cold and was wiping his nose with a tissue.

"Ah, Kane, is something the matter now?" Dumbledore asked after blowing his nose one last time.

“I want to learn how to make a flying broomstick. I want to make one myself.” Kane placed his walking cane, which was almost as tall as himself, on Dumbledore’s desk: “Use this as the base.”

After saying that, he propped himself up on his hands and sat down in the chair, leaning back comfortably.

"Hmm, this... the acceleration ability of this cane isn't some kind of magical circuit. On the contrary, this cane is formed from a kind of speed magic or rule. It's quite remarkable," Dumbledore said, picking up the walking cane from his desk and examining it.

"So it's okay?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "I only need the principle of the flying broom. As for the manufacturing process, I can handle it myself. I think I'm pretty good with my hands."

"Hmm, to be able to scavenge through trash at Hogwarts and create such a large portal, I would absolutely disagree with anyone who says you're not good with your hands." Dumbledore smiled as he stood up and rummaged through the bookshelves.

After all, he was young once, and back then he tried to assemble a flying broom that was entirely his own.

Just like how 17 or 18-year-olds love motorcycles, although some of the designs may seem outdated by today's standards, the overall concept is definitely sound.

After all, those were ideas he came up with through correspondence with Nicolas Flamel.

He quickly pulled out two sheets of paper clipped together from a notebook. On them were his old design drawings for his flying broom. Ah, thinking about it now, I really feel a bit nostalgic.

The original idea was that once the broom was in place, two brooms could be added to the left and right sides, and a person could sit in the back.

Gale will sit on the left, Aberforth on the right, and Ariana will sit in the back as the four of them travel around England together.

Young people's ideas are always so imaginative, and they also have a bit of naivety. They want everything, but end up with nothing.

Dumbledore stared at the few pages of design drawings in his hand, motionless for a few seconds, then sighed and pulled out the two pages about adding a broom and a rear seat, handing the main design drawings to Kane.

"Although some of the designs are outdated, the basic principles are still good. In fact, because it was designed and made by ourselves, some of the core designs are even better than the recently released Nimbus 2001."

Kane took the design drawings and glanced through them. Well, although they were mostly about magic circuits and alchemy, surprisingly, he could understand some of them.

After placing the blueprints and walking stick inside the little pumpkin's belly, he was about to leave when he suddenly stopped, turned back, and asked, "Harry has to stay at the Dursleys' house indefinitely because of magic? What's the minimum duration?"

Dumbledore smiled and replied, "Perhaps a month."

"Understood, thirty-one days." Kane said as he left the principal's office. Today was Saturday, no classes, so he could find a place to properly study how to hand-craft this flying broom.

library...

Hermione, who was diligently working on her final exams, was suddenly sitting down next to Kane when Kane sat down next to her. Driven by curiosity, she glanced at him briefly.

Hmm... the design sketches for the flying broom look like a custom-made one.

It's understandable; many rich kids in the Muggle world enjoy DIYing motorcycles, sports cars, and even abstract performance art like using gold brake pads.

I won't look, I won't look. As long as I don't look, my Daoist heart won't be corrupted.

Just like Hermione's diligent studies, Kane was also diligently researching flying brooms.

Besides the fact that the main body of the flying broom has been confirmed to be a walking cane, it also needs energy, which requires magic stones or magic interfaces. Here, you can choose to use magic rune circuits to directly draw magic interfaces that absorb wizard magic. Anyway, Kane doesn't have much of anything else, but he has a lot of magic.

Another point is the flying ability of the flying broom. Ordinary flying brooms require the feathers of some very powerful magical birds. Of course, Kane, an orphan and poor student, certainly didn't have such good resources.

I'll go ask Dumbledore for some phoenix feathers to tide me over.

Finally, there's the control. You can ask Hagrid if he has any suitable animal horns. He prefers handlebars like those on bicycles or motorcycles to a broom.