Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Oh right, and most importantly, you can get the broomsticks by going directly to the Forbidden Forest to pull weeds, and plant two tree spirits in the Forbidden Forest to get the other parts. You can then borrow the fake living wood and get them all.

Meanwhile, Hermione on the other side... emmm...

Although she didn't want the Celestial Dragons to disturb her resolve, she was still quite curious overall.

After all, while most young wizards can get their hands on Hogwarts and brag about it just by having a Nimbus or a sweeping motion, your friend is figuring out how to handcraft his own unique broom.

Everyone would be curious.

Just as she decided to ask Kane what his plans were...

"Where is he?" Hermione asked in surprise, looking at Kane who had just been sitting next to her.

"This person is becoming more and more like a ghost; he walks without making a sound," Hermione remarked helplessly.

Dumbledore, who had just seen Kane off not long ago, hadn't even decided which dessert shop to have for dinner yet when Kane showed up again.

“Dumbledore~” Kane said with a grin.

Having made flying brooms himself, Dumbledore knew exactly what Kane was up to. He opened his drawer and counted twelve phoenix feathers: "The core of the Y12 broom is faster than Nimbus 2001. Of course, the most important thing is your skill."

"Thanks. I still have to go to Hagrid's place, so I won't bother you any longer." Kane picked up the feather and left, wasting no time as he headed to his next destination.

Soon, Hagrid, who was giving Walnuts a bath, also encountered Hogwarts' famous beggar, who was only available for today.

"Hagrid, do you have any horn or anything else here that would be suitable as a control stick for a flying broom?" Kane asked from a distance.

"How about the Thunderbird's claws? One on each side can just serve as two handles. I don't know why you like that style of broom, though. It's easy for it to slip and turn if you're not careful, and it might throw you off." Hagrid said as he walked into the house and found two claws that were thirty centimeters long for Kane. They were rounded and had a slight curve, with a hint of azure arcs of electricity hidden in their blackness.

As Kane listened to Hagrid's explanation, he mentally translated what Hagrid was saying.

Unstable handling is equivalent to rear-wheel drive; easy steering and slippage is equivalent to drifting.

Who says this is bad? This is really great!

After stuffing everything into the little pumpkin's belly, Kane decided this would be his last adventure into the Forbidden Forest this semester.

However, this time it's not about taking advantage of those poor little spiders. This time it's purely about causing some minor but indelible damage to the greening of the earth. Well, you could call it destruction; at worst, I'll just plant a few saplings after I finish cutting down the tree demon.

Soon, the amount of vegetation in the prohibited forests will increase by N-2+3+3+3.....

From that day until the final dinner a week later, whenever Kane had time, he was either carving magic runes or seeking out professors to learn about magic runes.

Finally, shortly before the end-of-term dinner, I managed to handcraft a decent-looking flying broom within a week.

Its less-than-sleek shape, combined with the powerful Y12 broom core, a broom seat made of live wood, and a handle with Thunderbird claw-like claws, is enough to make any animal or plant protection association scream.

The only relatively smooth part of the broom was its straw tail. When Kane carried the broom on his back, the straw tail bounced up and down like a ponytail as he walked.

The other young wizards didn't say much about it.

Hogwarts' famous cross-dressing fetish is just a little bit off-putting?

Surely no one would have even the slightest opinion on this.

The only criticism Dumbledore had after the broomstick was invented came the next day. Looking at Kane about to take flight on the shore of the Black Lake, he said wistfully, "Traveling alone on a broomstick is a bit unreliable..."

"So?" Kane was curious about what kind of trick Dumbledore was up to this time.

"I'm thinking, is it necessary to assign you a travel companion or something?" Dumbledore stroked his chin, offering a bad suggestion.

Chapter 83 Backpackers?

“Backpackers?” Kane looked into Dumbledore’s eyes, which were at least somewhat sincere, and quickly shook his head. “I don’t think that’s necessary. I don’t want to leave Hogwarts and finally escape the professors and Felch, only to have someone else looking after me.”

“Believe me, Kane, if you really intend to walk alone in the wizarding world, then you really need an adult wizard.”

As Dumbledore spoke, he pulled out his Elder Wand: "Every wand has a thread inside it called a filament. This is used by the Ministry of Magic to monitor young wizards' spellcasting. If you don't have an adult wizard around you, unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic will come after you."

Kane rolled his eyes. Putting aside the fact that his wand was custom-made, the main problem was that he had been using it for a whole semester, and he couldn't think of any material that could still exert any of its original effects after being soaked in shadow for a semester.

"Hmm... Even if the trail is taken care of, you still need..." Dumbledore said, glancing at Kane's expression, and then added, "I'll just watch you perform quietly."

“Well, actually this is a personal matter for me. Since Quirrell exploded, and I don’t want Severus to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the entire semester, I really need someone to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the next school year,” Dumbledore said, his eyebrows slowly smoothing out.

"You should have said that earlier." Kane put the flying broom on the ground to let it stand upright, and leaned against it. "So you want me to help you make some connections with our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester? With your connections, you can't even get a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to help you?"

Dumbledore's lips curved into a shy smile: "Unfortunately, Professor Quirrell, who recently died, was the thirty-second professor to die since Tom left the school. People believe that Tom cursed the position."

"Perhaps it's just the death bias?" Kane coined a new term in a fraction of a second.

"The remaining professors are probably about half and half; half are disabled, and the other half have suffered serious damage to their reputations."

As Dumbledore spoke, he conjured a bench and kindly pulled Kane over to sit on it: "So Kane, you have no idea how difficult it was for me to trick such a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor into sitting down here."

"Although I know he is all talk and no action, a complete idiot, and may have even done some shady things, I have no better choice." Dumbledore said, pulling a magical name card from his pocket.

"I've already spoken to him. Gilderoy Lockhart, a decent adventure novelist, but the veracity of his adventure stories is a matter of opinion. In order to get him to come over, he made a request to me. He thinks that traveling around England and even the entire European magical world with a young wizard during the summer vacation would be a good subject."

"So?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "What are the benefits?"

"Well, when you're in your second year, you'll receive almost unlimited privileges from this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he's a bestselling author—in short, very rich."

Dumbledore spoke in a low, seductive voice, like a devil skilled in manipulation.

"Emmm..." Actually, when Kane heard that the writer was a rich sucker, he secretly decided to accept the job.

Why travel on a budget when you can go on a road trip?

He took the business card and glanced at the address on it: "I'll go find him. Ah, you really couldn't find anyone else, which is why you chose to let a nobody like me do this job."

“In fact, Kane, you were his designation.”

The moment Dumbledore finished speaking, Kane's head was filled with question marks.

Damn it, it's always me, King Kane, who chooses everyone else; he's never been chosen by anyone else.

And now you're telling me... wait... something's not right...

Kane looked at Dumbledore with a gloomy expression: "Why would he want to see me? You better not tell me you leaked my part about Quirrell."

"I thought you would like that, and I haven't seen you have any objections."

"Heh, maybe it's because I'm a bit poor now and can't afford to subscribe to the newspaper," Kane sneered.

"Well, if you dressed more like a mortal, perhaps other junior wizards would ask you about this. But unfortunately, I've asked a few junior wizards who wished to remain anonymous, and they all said they were afraid you might be mentally unstable and violent, so they didn't dare approach you easily," Dumbledore replied.

"Heh, they should really thank you for blurring their faces." Kane rolled his eyes, securely securing the little pumpkin to the back of the broomstick, then took off on his flying broomstick. In mid-air, he asked one last question: "Any precautions?"

"Lockhart is a good-for-nothing. In short, don't force yourself. Just be careful of his Oblivion Curse."

Kane was a little confused at this point: "Didn't you say you had to beg him to become a professor? Why are you being so impolite?"

“Well, what can you do? He signed the magic contract early.” Dumbledore said, then waved to Kane and gave him an amused look as Kane rode his broomstick, leaving a gray-black trail in the sky.

Not long after...

In the clouds...

With a deafening roar, Kane gripped his broom and swerved sharply in one direction. As his streamlined form was abruptly destroyed, Kane and his broom ripped a large hole through the clouds.

The reason for the sudden change of direction was simply to avoid a flock of swifts. Unfortunately, due to the sudden stop of the cyclone caused by the abstract number of 166 miles per hour, which is easy to be considered as bragging, several innocent swifts were still thrown off balance and fell to the ground.

Looking at the swift that had been knocked down by the cyclone, and recalling the abstract feeling of his own body resisting the wind resistance, Kane shook his head helplessly.

Although this broom accelerates excessively fast in a straight line, it could really throw people off when turning, and in more serious cases, it could even cause a fatal crash.

Speaking of which, he did have a broom upgrade plan before. With a walking stick, two orange gems, and nightmare fuel, he could make a lazy man's wand that could teleport.

If one's broom had the ability to teleport, not to mention a significant increase in mobility, it wouldn't be impossible to even make sharp-angle turns.

This level of enhancement was something Kane would never have dared to imagine back at Hogwarts. The Lazy Wand required an ancient workbench to craft in the Eternal Realm, something Hogwarts couldn't possibly have found.

But things are different now. Having left Hogwarts, I'm like a fish in the sea or a bird in the sky, no longer bound by any constraints. Making a lazy wand is now much easier.

You could simply go out to sea, gather some marine specialties, and craft a Mind Hat—a hat that grants the wearer extraordinary wisdom. Wearing it would grant access to all the knowledge of the eternal realm, though it would be a one-time use item.

But at least once I put on that hat, I won't be limited to the workbench anymore. I can make the lazy wand by hand with my own two hands, which is a reasonable solution.

"Looks like I'll have to change my holiday plans." Kane pulled his horned hat down even lower and sped up again.

On the other side...

In a charming little English country-style courtyard in a corner of Godric's Hollow, a blond man in a stylish purple robe reclines on a luxurious chaise longue, holding a book and pen and writing something on it.

—In fact, I am now in my yard in Godric's Hollow, waiting for the little wizard Dumbledore mentioned who needs my help during the holidays.

Speaking of which, this courtyard was left by the shrew who vacationed with me back then. Not long ago, she left England to go to Austria to join her family. As the only man she ever loved in her long life, this vacation courtyard was naturally left to me.

Getting back to the main point, I still don't know who this young wizard Professor Dumbledore was referring to who needed help. Perhaps it's Harry Potter, the boy who miraculously survived; perhaps it's the heir to the Malfoy family; or maybe it's those popular red-haired twins...

In my opinion, these young wizards are all top-notch, which is why Dumbledore chose me, Gilderoy Lockhart, to help that young wizard with his plea for help this holiday.

Unfortunately, I still don't know who he is... Oh, I've already seen him. You won't believe it, but I saw this boy's profile in the Daily Prophet. He's the main character who killed the troll and its master Quirrell, Cairnheath, riding a flying broomstick with a black trail of light. I can't imagine what kind of trouble this little wizard, who, according to Dumbledore and the Daily Prophet, possesses such powerful magic unlike any other little wizard, would ask me for help—Giddleo Lockhart.

Lockhart closed the notebook after finishing the last stroke, and after thinking for a moment, he wrote a hasty title on the cover.

Join the young wizards on their holiday trip—Dumbledore's plea for help. 1

After writing down the book title, he stuffed the entire notebook into his pocket and waved to Kane in the sky.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Kane, riding a broomstick and swooping down, looked at Lockhart. Hmm, although Dumbledore called him a good-for-nothing, he looked somewhat human. He wondered if he could handle taking him out to sea.

Alright, now it's time to slow down, drift, and stop this broom!

As he swerved and came to a sudden stop, a hurricane unlike anything ever seen in Godric Valley descended from the sky and landed on Lockhart's small yard, which he had just inherited from his late aunt.

boom!

As the dust settled, Kane emerged and stretched vigorously.

"You must be Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Chapter 84 Shipwreck

Wow... such a completely different way of making an entrance, are all young wizards this frivolous now?

Lockhart was somewhat surprised by Kane's completely different and incredibly stylish entrance. He decided to learn from this entrance and try to imitate it at Hogwarts in the future, and also inquire about where he bought the broom and what model it was...

He chose to take out his notebook and write down the scene... so he could use it when he appeared in the book later.

Of course, he didn't forget Kane standing in the yard. After quickly jotting down the idea, he hurriedly brought Kane into the room, tapped his wand, and took out cookies and hot milk tea from the cabinet, placing them in front of Kane.

“Ah, I really didn’t expect it. When Dumbledore told me that a young wizard needed me, I really didn’t expect it to be you. After all, as far as I know, you are much more powerful than ordinary young wizards. So, is there anything I can do to help you?” Lockhart asked while pouring milk tea for Kane.