Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

The lights are off.

the next day...

Harry's letter arrived quickly. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, he not only brought Hedwig home, but also Hugin.

As for Kane's adventures, having Little Pumpkin and Mantis Shrimp is enough.

Harry's letter today was delivered by Hedwig and Hugin together. This act of ostensibly delivering a letter but actually acting as a lookout shows that Harry was thoughtful.

Ah, this also shows that the Dursleys have loosened their control over Harry a bit. After all, based on Kane's understanding, he thought the Dursleys wouldn't allow Harry to write letters to their friends during the holidays.

Harry's letter can be described as a tearful lament.

In summary, it's like saying, "Hey buddy, long time no see! It feels like we're meeting in person." I'm currently at the Dursleys' house with Dudley as my real-life sparring partner every day, listening to Uncle Vernon's lessons on resilience every day, and watching Aunt Penny constantly reminding me that I'm the steel that this family is forging.

Such a wonderful life of enduring hardship, toiling, starving, and being driven away to another courtyard after being left destitute—do you envy it?

"...What an enviable life." Kane glanced at the letter Harry had sent with a hint of helplessness, then thought for a moment before borrowing a Polaroid camera from the hotel reception. Standing on the balcony, he planned to take a postcard of Harry against the backdrop of the town's idyllic English countryside.

Brother, you've suffered terribly here, you know? Now that you know, go have some fun. I'll pick you up in a month.

Of course, he didn't write down the last sentence; he simply handed the photo directly to Hu Jin, instructing him to retrieve it with his mouth and personally deliver it to Harry.

Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll just attack them without a word!

"What's wrong with you? Is it so unacceptable that you live here with me?" Lockhart said, somewhat speechless.

“You’ll understand once you read this letter.” Kane picked up the letter Harry had brought from the coffee table and tossed it to Lockhart.

When the latter received the letter, he thought it was something very important or a mysterious code, but after reading it for the third time, he finally realized that the letter was just a pure and simple ironic description.

“My God, the savior of the entire wizarding world lives like this?” Lockhart looked at Kane in disbelief: “Before this, everyone in the wizarding world, from the Minister of Magic to the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley, probably thought that he was well taken care of by Dumbledore.”

"After all, Dumbledore is a survivor from the Victorian era. It's a miracle that Harry survived to this day without being dragged down the chimney to clean the fireplace and developing normally." Kane sighed as he glanced at the calendar. Hmm, there were only thirty days left until Harry was rescued.

Just wait, Harry, my good bro, I'm on my way!

Just as Kane casually put down the calendar, intending to lie down in the hotel for a while, Lockhart started to stand up.

Kane's intuition told him that this guy was up to something.

"What are you going to do?" Kane looked at Lockhart, who had suddenly become dressed, with surprise and asked with some doubt.

"Of course, it's the great adventurer Lockhart rescuing the poor savior Harry Potter and defeating the evil Dumbledore along the way. You know, just writing about the adventurer Lockhart and the young wizard Kane's holiday story doesn't really have any major conflicts or explosive moments, so I think it's time to add a main plot to our book. And most importantly, Dumbledore's reputation has really been bad in recent years, so writing it this way might attract some traffic."

Watching Lockhart speak with increasing fervor, Kane deeply felt that Lockhart's tendency to abandon the outline in a moment of passion and cram his own flashes of inspiration into the book made him unlikely to be a huge hit. However, he had a 98% chance of writing something that would be a disaster and summon the Iron Fist.

"So, Kane, what do you think of this story? Of course, we don't really need to defeat Dumbledore. You know, novels are fictional, so..." Lockhart rubbed his hands together, looking at Kane.

After all, his wand is currently in Kane's hands, and even if he has a wand, his performance is limited.

Therefore, after much consideration, it was deemed necessary to include Kane as the second main character.

Chapter 87 Lockhart: I'll save Kane? Of course!

"How's my plan going?"

Lockhart seemed to have opened the door to a new world. If Kane were to give a fair and objective assessment, he would describe him as...

I've become obsessed with writing.

And most importantly, Harry's reason for not being able to leave the Dursleys is really unreasonable and makes you want to swear, which is very awkward.

The second most important thing is that Kane has his own plans. In addition to upgrading his mantis shrimp, another headache has also arisen.

Since spring would arrive soon after Hogwarts' holiday, and considering his previous miserable experience of almost freezing to death in the winter, he needed to prepare for the rainy season and the summer heat well in advance.

The most pressing issue is spring rain protection, since England gets rain all year round, and since the One-Eyed Deer didn't come out of the Eternal Realm during winter, Kane couldn't pry off the One-Eyed Deer's eyeball, so a 100% waterproof and heat-insulating eyeball umbrella couldn't be made.

As for the umbrella, to be honest, it's okay, but you still have to hold it yourself. It's a pity. As a super pitiful little orphan, unloved by my parents, I absolutely do not want to have a cute little servant to hold the umbrella for me. I absolutely do not want to do something as undignified as having to hold the umbrella myself.

After much thought, the only suitable rain gear was a raincoat.

If you don't make your raincoats in advance during the holidays, you'll suffer when the rainy season hits England in September and school starts.

As for why it didn't rain when Kane first arrived at Hogwarts last year...

According to Lao Mai, it might be a newbie protection measure.

In short, last year's rain was mild, but this year's rain is torrential.

Having made up his mind to first make the raincoat, Kane decisively rejected Lockhart's suggestion to save Harry.

It's not that we won't rescue them, but rather that we'll rescue them slowly and systematically, taking at least thirty days.

Lockhart, on the other hand, wanted to have a serious talk with Kane about the necessity of rescuing Harry now, how much money he could make if the book became a huge hit, and how many Galleons he could give Kane as a bonus.

To be honest, the last sentence sounded like empty promises, so Kane decisively refused, and he did so with good reasoning.

"Which famous author writes a novel where the climax is placed right at the beginning? They always lay the groundwork before the climax unfolds!"

Kane displayed an air of "no one can write novels better than me," successfully persuading Lockhart to abandon his plan to save Harry prematurely. Instead, Lockhart chose to join Kane, along with Pumpkin, riding on a mantis shrimp, and heading to Lambny Marsh in England.

"Hey Kane, how's the speed of your broom after the upgrade?" Lockhart sat behind the broom, holding Kane tightly, and asked with lingering fear as he recalled being knocked off the broom earlier.

"I have nothing to say, except that I hope for the next life."

After Kane finished speaking, he slowly controlled the mantis shrimp to float up.

One sentence successfully reminded Lockhart of the fear he had felt when he was dominated by extreme speed, and he suddenly became timid.

"Seriously, Kane, I suddenly remembered that we haven't checked out of the hotel yet. Could you let me out so I can go get my deposit back?"

Kane, of course, completely ignored this: "My dear Lockhart, with your vast wealth, would you be short of money? It's only a small amount, why would you go to the trouble of returning it?"

After saying that, Kane gripped the two handles of the flying broomstick tightly. With a loud hum, the broomstick soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye, while Lockhart's voice drifted down from it.

"Damn fifty pounds! Damn fifty pounds!"

Kane's flying broom journey was incredibly smooth. Although Lockhart, sitting in the back, was still useless and couldn't even use the simplest bird-repelling spell, the mantis shrimp had the ability to teleport and blink, so he only needed to blink past the birds when he encountered them.

If it accidentally flies too far, it's quite simple. The water droplet's thirty-degree angle turn without slowing down is no match for the mantis shrimp's one-degree sharp angle turn. It's just a little girl!

With a sudden flick of its tail, the mantis shrimp stopped at the edge of the swamp lake. Kane had already taken a pair of boots out of the little pumpkin's mouth and put them on, making a gurgling sound as he stepped into the damp mud.

Lockhart, trembling, supported the mantis shrimp and slowly placed his legs on the ground. Then, due to exhaustion, he knelt down on the swamp with a thud.

“By the way, Lockhart, I think you have some talents that ordinary people don’t have,” Kane said quietly, looking at Lockhart who was kneeling in the swamp and beginning to sink.

"Oh God, Kane, I think it would be more appropriate to rescue me from this swamp than to make sarcastic remarks or diss me, right?" Lockhart said with a helpless slap on the swamp that had swallowed him.

"Do you want to hear about your talent?" Kane said with a smile, looking as if he wouldn't save the patient unless they revealed their talent.

"Oh my god, Kane, hurry up and tell me, or this swamp will bury me up to my neck," Lockhart sighed.

“You have a knack for comedy.” Kane said, then took a light step. As the shadow beneath his feet encroached on the swamp in front of him, a purple tentacle suddenly lashed out from Lockhart’s feet, grabbed him, and threw him out of the swamp.

"Me! Merlin! Kane, run! This thing might be a magical creature we've never seen before!" Lockhart, who had been thrown out by the tentacles, first stood up and caught his breath, then suddenly realized the terrifying scene he had just experienced and hurriedly shouted to Kane.

Kane naturally heard what Lockhart said, but while he heard it, he certainly wouldn't do it. He used the shadows to summon these tentacles in order to kill them and obtain the tentacle skin to make a raincoat.

On the other side, Lockhart watched as Kane stood there dumbfounded, as if he'd been disconnected from the game, while the tentacles continued their menacing baring. He faced a choice between running away and fighting the giant tentacles bare-handed...

He tried to pry open the little pumpkin's mouth, but before he could succeed, he heard a whooshing sound and a thin, black magical energy flashed past in the corner of his eye.

To be honest, Lockhart knew that Kane was very powerful, but he still couldn't believe some things that didn't conform to the normal wizarding worldview.

For example, that black streak of light—his intuition told him that it was Kane who had slashed it out, but his reason told him that Kane was just a minor wizard, and even if he was powerful, he was still stronger than a clueless adult wizard like himself. It was unlikely that he could have done something like that. It was probably just a traveling adventurer wizard nearby.

Honestly, Lockhart really wanted to believe the latter conjecture, but believing it was unlikely, and ultimately he had to accept reality.

And so, he looked in Kane's direction. The black blade of energy on Kane's wand had just dissipated, and the huge tentacle slowly broke in two.

Kane just cut out an elegant, center-parted tentacle like that.

At this moment, Kane also looked over and, seeing Lockhart trying to pout his little pumpkin lips, he raised an eyebrow: "I'll assume you're trying to save me with your wand."

Chapter 88 Today's expenses are on Lockhart!

"Ah, as expected of you. To be honest, that's exactly what I was thinking too." Lockhart readily agreed.

Kane nodded. "Thank you." He then continued walking towards the next swamp pool, asking Lockhart before he left, "Could you please collect the loot for me? I need it."

Time was wasted like this: Kane was in front, transforming the swamp, summoning tentacles, and slaying enemies, while Lockhart was in the back, picking up the scraps.

As evening approached, Lockhart was examining several pieces of monster meat roasting over the campfire.

Kane, looking at the mountain of tentacle skins and a few scattered tentacle spikes in front of him, genuinely felt that these might make a decent raincoat.

It's a pity that I don't have a workbench or gold, so I can't even make the most basic scientific machines.

Actually, this can't be considered bad news. After all, anything made using the workbench machinery isn't particularly attractive, always carrying a rough feel unique to the Eternal Realm.

Kane's hand-made ones are different; the handsome mantis shrimps that most people can tell at a glance speak volumes about his craftsmanship.

So he plans to hand-make this raincoat himself.

Confirm hand-rubbing.

As it grew later and the sun set, Kane suddenly threw a few pieces of firewood into the campfire.

Lockhart, sitting opposite him, was in a state of utter confusion. Should he remind Kane that it would be best to go home, take a bath, and go to sleep at this time?

Instead of playing sewing games here.

That's right, Kane used his Transfiguration spell to create a needle, and then sat on the rock with a rope made of reeds, looking like an old tailor who had been sewing on several pieces of tentacle skin.

The whole scene was inexplicably eerie, and in his supposedly rational eyes, Kane's cooking skills, well...

The needle tip is fine and even. If you only look at a part of it, you might mistake it for sewing magic. However, when you look at the whole appearance, it is a bit of a headache.

If he hadn't asked Kane what he was sewing, he would have assumed Kane was sewing a pocket.

But the truth is, it's the hood of a raincoat.

........

Honestly, if he weren't afraid Kane would kill him, he would have laughed loudly.

After all, in this desolate swamp, in the middle of nowhere, there were only the two of them within a hundred kilometers. It was a truly desolate place where no one would notice even if someone committed murder.

However, just when Lockhart thought Kane would be forever immersed in his art, he realized that, in a sense, his sewing skills were somewhat lacking.

So, somewhat disarmed, he threw the nearly sewn-up pocket—no, the hood—into the campfire.