Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

"Don't be so rude. What if you really have a seizure and go off the rails? I didn't say you had to use your brain."

Kane then stuffed the jellyfish and Lockhart's wand into the little pumpkin's belly.

"We've got the jellyfish now. Let's go find the brain tissue."

As he spoke, he mounted his flying broomstick again and patted the spot behind Lockhart.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry about that. Um, Kane, could you please give me back my wand?" Lockhart said somewhat awkwardly as he sat back down on the broom.

"Unfortunately, of course not." Kane glanced back and saw that Little Pumpkin was perfectly stuck on the flying broomstick. He suddenly accelerated, and with a bang, Kane and Lockhart soared into the sky.

The poor little raft, however, shattered into pieces and sank to the bottom of the sea.

evening...

Two unexpected guests arrived in an obscure little town in England.

"Two king-size beds in one room, or one double room."

Lockhart easily found the most decent hotel in the small town, and while leaning against the counter chatting with the girl behind it, he retrieved the room key.

"Have a nice day, darling." Lockhart said, and was about to lead Kane back to the room they had just booked when he suddenly remembered something. He patted Kane on the shoulder and added to the girl at the counter, "This child is my friend's child, don't get me wrong. Anyway, if you need anything, just come to me."

"Of course, darling."

The girl behind the counter glanced at Lockhart with a slightly shy expression, while Kane, who witnessed everything, didn't say the words he should have said long ago until after the two of them returned to their room.

"Beast."

"No, no, no, Kane, this isn't being a beast, it's a necessary attitude towards life. Besides, I don't think you have the right to judge me. I'm more curious about how many girlfriends you dated during your freshman year?"

"In fact, Lockhart, not one."

As soon as Kane finished speaking, Lockhart's expression turned serious, and he sat up solemnly from his leisurely lying position on the bed.

"Boy friend?"

"No, not really." The shadow behind Kane twisted suddenly, and he threw the can of coffee that he had just stolen from a passerby with a frog toward Lockhart.

“Oh my god.” Lockhart caught the bottle of coffee. “Kane, you’re so handsome? Why? Even with that horned hat that doesn’t exactly scream ‘handsome,’ it doesn’t look right.”

"Maybe it's because I don't want to become a good-for-nothing who can only pick up girls and write articles and accomplish nothing else," Kane said with a helpless shrug.

"Hey, if Dumbledore knew you said that about me, he definitely wouldn't be happy," Lockhart murmured hesitantly, hearing Kane's blunt words.

"You're overthinking it. In short, you've overestimated Dumbledore's integrity. Once you signed the magical contract with him beforehand, he promptly sold you out. He said you were a good-for-nothing with no real skills. Overall, this trip is mainly about my experience. As for me being with you, it's just to fulfill the requirements of the magical contract."

"Dumbledore really said that?" Lockhart asked.

"Why don't you write a letter to him yourself?" Kane said, standing by the window and looking around. He quickly found the town's supermarket and planned to go out to buy some things and ask around about the location of the local cemetery.

"Didn't expect my reputation to crumble like this?" Lockhart saw Kane about to leave, and he put on his coat, showing none of the previous dejected look.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense. There are definitely plenty of smart people in the English wizarding world, and almost all of them graduated from Hogwarts.

What was Lockhart's performance like at school, and why did his skills improve dramatically after leaving Hogwarts, turning him into a famous adventurer?

Those established pure-blood families? And powerful mixed-race upstarts?

And those Hogwarts professors, who are almost all top-notch in their respective fields, almost all knew that Gilderoy Lockhart was a good-for-nothing.

Dumbledore was naturally aware of the deal between the two of them. Dumbledore tacitly allowed Lockhart to use his position and some privileges at Hogwarts to help him exploit others, while Lockhart became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in name only.

I should attend classes, the young wizards should study on their own, and I'm just here to appease most of the ignorant wizard parents.

The moment those parents saw that their child's professor was a powerful, arrogant, and formidable adventurer, it was enough to stop them from frantically sending shouting letters to Dumbledore's office every day.

Almost everyone in the magical world, even those at the highest levels, knew he was a complete idiot.

But so what? So many people already know, are we afraid of Kane saying a few truths?

If Lockhart were really that sensitive, he would have already smashed his head against the pudding and died.

Meanwhile, Kane, after tying his shoelaces, glanced at Lockhart, who was already dressed, and said, "Hiss... what's wrong with you now?"

“I’m gathering material for my new book.” Lockhart waved the notebook in his hand. “After all, this book is about Lockhart and you, so I need to know the background of your visit.”

Lockhart wanted to know, and Kane didn't mince words, saying directly, "Because when I was flying in the sky this afternoon, I saw a death row inmate being executed in the back mountains. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be in his coffin by now. I was thinking that if the bullet didn't do much damage to his head, I might be able to take advantage of the situation while it's still fresh."

Lockhart: "...This can't be written into the book."

Soon, the two opened the door and went to the supermarket across from the hotel.

On the way to the supermarket, Kane started glancing at Lockhart every few steps, and the moment he picked up a pen and paper, he exuded a strange scholarly air.

Kane's face showed a strange expression, and even when he suddenly stomped his foot, Lockhart's hand holding the pen trembled violently.

This high-intensity record remained exactly the same from the moment I left the hotel room until I arrived at the supermarket counter; nothing changed.

“If you ask me, Lockhart, if you could channel your current energy into other things, you’d succeed at anything.” Kane said, placing two bottles of coffee, two bottles of mineral water, and two large loaves of bread on the counter.

I then picked up a map of England from the shelf next to the counter.

Yes, it's necessary because this town has a cemetery, so it needs to be marked so that if we ever need anything in the future, we can come here and have a delicious meal.

"Hello, could you please circle the address of this town for me?" Kane asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, making the cashier girl overjoyed and fulfilling his request.

After putting the map away, Kane was about to take out his money when Lockhart, whom he had initially thought was just a random passerby, suddenly did something that made him the protagonist.

He generously took out his wallet and paid the bill.

Wow, this good-for-nothing has suddenly become quite handsome.

After leaving the supermarket, Kane raised an eyebrow at Lockhart: "Well, while being a professor isn't necessarily reliable, as an adult, you're probably qualified."

"Thank you, Kane. After all this time, I've finally heard a compliment from you." Lockhart yawned after saying this, and continued, "You know what, Kane, I already regret sending you. Although your role as the second protagonist in the new book will bring a lot of plot to it, inevitably, these plots won't make me happy."

On the street, Lockhart, walking behind, suddenly spoke to Kane, who was walking in front.

"Huh? You're not happy even though you're making Galleons?" Kane asked in surprise.

“After all, I write books to receive praise, but from the very beginning until now, the only praise you’ve given me is that just now, saying that I’m a reliable adult.” Lockhart gave a helpless, bitter laugh. After saying that, he planned to return to the hotel, only to find that Kane, who was walking ahead of him, wasn’t heading towards the hotel at all, but in another direction.

The hill behind this town.

Soon, the sun had completely set, and Kane squatted alone on the mountainside behind the mountain, a campfire burning beside him.

Lockhart, on the other hand, was sent back to the hotel to watch his luggage.

Soon, it was late at night, and the light from the campfire on the back mountain was rather dazzling. Kane deliberately used the shadows to cover himself, and in a very unhealthy manner, he peered at the cemetery not far away.

Perhaps the man's death was not honorable, so few people came to pay their respects during the day. It wasn't until evening that a few people came and went.

Soon, as the last person left the cemetery, Kane finally couldn't resist using his little shovel. He leaped down on his flying broomstick and immediately began his tomb raiding.

At this moment, Kane was working unusually hard, full of energy. After quickly bringing the coffin back to light, he took a deep breath.

This time, it's different from the previous time when I just tapped next to the tombstone with a shovel. This time, it's a real necromancer unpacking, and the scene is a bit more bizarre.

Forget it, let's do it!

Much later...

Lockhart, who was calibrating text in his hotel room, heard a knock on the door. He called out, "Coming!" and walked towards the door. After opening the door, his gaze inevitably drifted downwards.

Rue!!!

Poor Lockhart, he inevitably felt nauseous.

On the other hand, Kane didn't care about any of that. He sat down next to the little pumpkin, took out all the materials one by one, and quickly made the Mind Hat by hand.

Overall, it's the body of a jellyfish with a dead person's brain inside, secured to the head with a rope.

It's so abstract that...

Lockhart, who had just felt a bit better after vomiting in the bathroom, leaned against the wall as he walked out. Then he glanced at Kane wearing the Mind Hat, rolled his eyes, twitched, and passed by.

"Ha, the incredibly weak Lockhart." Kane chuckled, rubbing his throbbing temples.

In short, after a whole day of work, I've finally upgraded my precious broom to its complete form!

Chapter 86 We are righteous heroes, and one day we will defeat the evil Dumbledore.

When Lockhart woke up, all he could see was the Mind Hat, which Kane had already destroyed, lying carelessly on the ground.

The jellyfish twitched intermittently, and the brain inside it was now completely lifeless, just a lump of flesh.

Kane was testing his new broom.

Compared to the previous broom, this new broom only has a huge orange gem behind the broom handle, which at first glance looks like a motorcycle fuel tank.

"Um, Kane, you've been busy all day just for this?" Lockhart leaned over and glanced at it tentatively, only letting out a sigh of relief after confirming that it didn't have any bizarre or grotesque features.

"The main body of my broom was called a walking cane, which is a kind of alchemical item that can increase the speed of its owner by 25%. So I asked Dumbledore for 12 phoenix tail feathers and made it into a flying broom."

"Twelve phoenix tail feathers, plus a 25% speed boost, Kane, you're incredibly lucky. Didn't your parents object to this?" Lockhart patted his chest, still feeling a bit shaken.

Of course, besides those words, there were some things he didn't say.

Kane is incredibly lucky to have survived such a high speed without being killed.

"Oh, I'm an orphan, I have no parents."

After Kane finished speaking, he glanced at Lockhart, whose face was deathly pale. The latter looked like a Muggle wizard blindfolded, plugging an electrical plug into a socket, but when he lifted the blindfold, he discovered that the so-called socket was Voldemort's nostril.

He didn't even need to guess why Lockhart had that expression. He waved his hand helplessly and said, "I don't really care about this. Besides, I'm not some kind of devil. I won't kill you just because you said something offensive."

"Oh...oh, that's great, no, no, I mean you have a great attitude." Lockhart was so terrified that he couldn't even speak, so he had to change the subject.

"So, what happens after you upgrade your flying broom?"

Kane raised an eyebrow: "Actually, I only upgraded the main body of the flying broom and upgraded the walking cane into the Lazy Wand. It is naturally very powerful. The basic function of the Lazy Wand is teleportation, similar to the wizards' Apparition. The distance is not as far as the wizards', but it is safer and has no wind-up. However, the problem is that the name Lazy Wand sounds really unimpressive. I want to change its name."

As he spoke, he pulled a paint pen from his pocket, drew a horizontal line on the broom's tail, and then thought for a moment about what he should write above the line...

Mantis shrimp!

There was no other reason for choosing this name; it was simply because it would sound smoother when I said it with Little Pumpkin.

Lockhart peeked at the strange name... Oh well, I can understand. These days, how many exceptionally talented young wizards don't go crazy?

After feeling relieved, Lockhart returned to his bed and began recording his experiences of the day in the notebook.

When he was writing about the hook for the next day, that is, what the plot might be like tomorrow, he wanted to ask Kane, but found that he was already lying in bed, breathing evenly, obviously asleep.

"Hmm..." Lockhart pursed his lips, and a crisp snap sounded.