Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Then he patted the ground, and the little pumpkin bounced over, becoming Kane's pillow. Professional matters should be handled by professionals; he'd have to trouble a professional tailor in Diagon Alley tomorrow.

As for the money...

That's because Lockhart is there.

Nothing happened that night, and the next morning...

Kane got up early and scavenged all the useful resources in the place, stuffing the little pumpkin full and wedging it behind the mantis shrimp, then patted the sleeping Lockhart.

"Wake up, we're going back to human society, back to Diagon Alley."

As soon as Kane finished speaking, Lockhart sat up with a start, after all, the idea of ​​feeding mosquitoes in the wild all night was still too abstract.

Moreover, the mosquitoes only bit him. Kane, who was lying just a campfire away, didn't get a single mosquito bite. He was like a mosquito coil spirit; mosquitoes would fly away from him even if they were 800 meters away.

Now that Kane is telling him they're going back to human society and embracing rules, magic, and mosquito coils, how could he not be excited?

Of course, it would be even better if it weren't for riding a flying broomstick.

But now is not the time to dwell on such issues. If I accidentally annoy Kane and he gets angry and leaves me here, I'll be in real trouble.

"I said, are you coming up or not?" Kane had already sat on the mantis shrimp and was urging Lockhart, who was sitting on the ground with a silly grin.

Upon seeing this, Lockhart quickly nodded, "Coming, coming."

He then straddled the back of the mantis shrimp and said, "Now we can do it."

"Hmm." Kane nodded and turned the handle sharply.

Buzz——————

In Diagon Alley, Kane steadily controlled his flying broomstick as it slowly descended.

Most wizards didn't show any extra expression, after all, this way of arriving in Diagon Alley on a flying broomstick was quite common.

The few who showed curiosity did so only because the one riding the flying broom was Kane, who had previously made a formal appearance in the Daily Prophet.

And the masked adult wizard riding behind Kane...

Indeed, according to Lockhart, he is a public figure in the wizarding world, and casually sitting down behind other wizards' brooms could easily cause some unnecessary misunderstandings, such as the situation he is in now.

"Alright, Kane, too many people in Diagon Alley know me. If I show up, it'll probably cause a huge stir," Lockhart whispered in Kane's ear.

"So?" Kane raised an eyebrow.

"So could you please give me back my wand? I'll go home and wait for you there. Then you can take this key, and we can continue our unfinished adventure?"

As Lockhart spoke, he pulled an old-fashioned key from his pocket, with a small brass plaque hanging on it: 165 Diagon Alley.

“Well, it seems you’re quite the person who values ​​your reputation.” Kane said, reaching into the little pumpkin’s mouth and taking Lockhart’s wand out.

"Here you go." Kane returned the wand to Lockhart, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I'll most likely have to get it custom-made from Madam Malkin. You know, custom-made things always cost money."

“No problem.” Lockhart took a purple magic card out of his pocket and handed it to Kane.

"This is my VIP card with Madam Malkin. Just give this card to Madam Malkin. There's a minimum limit of 200 Galleons left. Use it as you like. If you exceed it, it's okay. I'll just top it up later."

“Ah, Lockhart, how generous! I’m starting to admire you more and more,” Kane said, raising an eyebrow as he took the card.

"Honestly, me too. I knew Kane was talented the moment I saw you." After saying that, Lockhart put down the broom, tried to cover his face again, and walked towards his house.

Kane, meanwhile, stuffed Lockhart's house key into the little pumpkin's mouth and walked in, toying with the VIP card for Madam Malkin's Robes Shop.

The moment he stepped into the store, what reached his ears was not a welcome message, nor any other familiar sound, but a voice that was both friendly and unfamiliar.

“Oh, I recognize you, child. You are Kane, my son Ron’s good friend.”

The person who said this was a woman with orange-red hair, a kind and gentle face, and a plump figure.

“Yes, I am Ron’s friend. And you… Mrs. Weasley?” Kane said with some surprise, after all, in a sense, this was a kind of unexpected encounter with an old friend in a foreign land.

Mrs. Weasley patted Kane on the shoulder affectionately, then looked at his horned hat with some curiosity, before finally patting a very cute red-haired witch next to her.

“Ginny, this is your brother’s friend Kane. You’ve seen him in the newspaper. You should say hello.”

Ginny looked at Kane with a mixture of curiosity and a slightly eerie fear, but she still politely greeted him.

The two women were like mothers who suddenly bumped into each other at the market, and they immediately started chatting enthusiastically.

Ginny's niche is that of a pitiful child of one of the mothers, watching helplessly as her mother chats enthusiastically with a stranger.

Meanwhile, the other child's niche was occupied by Mrs. Malkin. After all, she needed to be there when there were guests, but now the two guests were chatting enthusiastically and not saying a word, making her feel awkward standing there, unsure whether to leave or stay. She looked rather silly.

In the end, she couldn't hold back any longer. She used magic to summon a plate of pastries and black tea, which she handed to Kane so he could rest for a while. Then she looked at Mrs. Weasley and asked, "Molly? Weren't you supposed to order a robe for Ginny?"

At this point, Weasley finally realized what was happening: "Ah, order two sets now, one for Kane too. Kane, come over here and measure your height. Ah, the robe I made for you is too short."

As she spoke, Mrs. Weasley looked at Kane's black velvet sleeves that revealed his wrist joints and complained, "You should have gone back to my house with Ron. I can make you a new set, but Mrs. Malkin's craftsmanship is not bad either."

"Uh..." Kane scratched his neck a little awkwardly, feeling a bit uncomfortable being cared for so openly for the first time. "Thank you?"

"No, Kane, of course you're welcome. Anyway, come here quickly so Mrs. Malkin can take your size."

"Okay, um... well, actually I came here to have clothes custom-made, the kind where I bring my own materials."

“Of course.” Mrs. Malkin said as she took Kane’s measurements, then wrote Kane’s measurements down on a piece of paper. She then began to ask Ginny about the fabric, style, accessories, and so on that she needed for her robe.

Kane also stood there curiously and watched. He saw that Mrs. Weasley had turned all the available options down to the lowest setting, while Ginny, though somewhat disappointed, still had a sparkle in her eyes, looking as pitiful as could be.

Well, Mrs. Weasley is a good person, and she's Ron's mother, so I should at least do what little help I can.

Well, Lockhart, you're a good person too, and now it's your time to make a contribution.

With the attitude of never being stingy when it comes to other people's money, Kane took out Lockhart's Madam Malkin VIP card from his pocket: "Today, Madam Weasley's expenses are on me!"

Chapter 89 Mrs. Weasley is a good person, I'll follow you!

"What? Of course not!" The shock Mrs. Weasley felt upon hearing Kane's words was no less than the shock Mrs. Weasley felt upon learning that Ron had made a pot of water-filled meatballs in a cauldron during Potions class, and then, unable to bear Snape's trash talk, knocked out two of Snape's teeth in a fit of extreme rage, and then used those two teeth to make a pair of wedding rings, thus tricking the Weasleys into bringing home a daughter-in-law.

Just as Mrs. Weasley was about to continue her lecture, Kane took out Lockhart's VIR card in advance.

"Mrs. Weasley, it's not actually me paying. It's just that I recently met a very wealthy friend here, and this is his VIP card. He can spend as much as he wants without a care in the world."

Mrs. Weasley remained firm on her bottom line: "No, Kane. Even if it's not your money, we won't spend it, and you shouldn't give us the gift your friend gave you. It's not fair to your friend."

Kane pursed his lips into a "W" shape and stood his ground with Mrs. Weasley for two minutes. In the end, Mrs. Weasley prevailed. Soon, Ginny appeared in a brand-new but simple robe, her eyes filled with a mixture of joy and regret.

Kane was soon the turn. He pulled a large pile of tentacle skins from the little pumpkin's mouth and handed them to Madam Malkin: "These are all. I want to use these skins to make a raincoat that can grow to my size."

“Well, all in all, that’s no problem, dear.” Mrs. Malkin said, picking up the leathers to head to the workshop, while Mrs. Weasley came over and extended an invitation to Kane.

Is this the second time? Ron's invitation last time was ineffective, so this time Mrs. Weasley decided to take matters into her own hands.

Kane continued to shake his head repeatedly. His primary task was still to create out-of-season items for spring and summer. Other things, whether it was Mrs. Weasley or Lockhart, had to be prioritized less than spring and summer, when people could feel lethargic, have physical pains, and want to die at any time due to dampness or heat.

Even after the raincoats were finished, summer supplies still needed to be made, which wasn't exactly convenient living in the Weasleys' house.

Just as Kane had already accepted in his heart that the raincoat was ready, Madam Malkin came out with a tray, which still contained those tentacle skins.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Heath, but perhaps because these hides you provided have too much magic resistance, um... magical sewing has no effect at all, so I think..." Madam Malkin sighed helplessly.

"Can't it be sewn by hand?" Kane asked quietly.

“Normally, of course you can, dear, but Hogwarts is on holiday now, and little wizards come to buy robes all the time, so I’m very sorry,” Madam Malkin said apologetically.

"Emmmm..." Kane looked at the tentacle skins on the tray, pursed his lips in exasperation, threw them all into the little pumpkin's mouth, and turned to go out to find other people with sewing skills...

Perhaps it was a tailor shop in the Muggle world, which should be quite nice. Then I saw Mrs. Weasley, puffing out her chest, her eyes shining, patting her chest nonstop.

Kane was startled by what he saw: "Mrs. Weasley, are you having chest tightness?"

Mrs. Weasley: "............"

Ginny, who also looked embarrassed and speechless, tried to smooth things over for her awkward mother: "What my mother meant was that she's very good at sewing, right?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded proudly. It was safe to say that she was renowned for her sewing skills in the surrounding area.

The reason we bought Ginny a robe today was simply because Ginny liked Mrs. Malkin's robes, not because Mrs. Weasley couldn't make one.

“Emmm…..So Mrs. Weasley means…” Kane pursed his lips into a W shape.

Hiss... Mrs. Weasley is a good person, I'll stick with you!

As for Lockhart, who stayed home waiting for him to come... Kane already said that the most important thing right now is a raincoat, so Lockhart...

cluck cluck.........

Two left home, three returned – that's the story of Mrs. Weasley. The three of them had just stepped out of the Weasley mansion's fireplace when they suddenly shouted upstairs, "Ron! Come down here! You won't believe who I saw in Diagon Alley!"

"Oh, Mom, I'm almost twelve years old now. You could fool Ginny from ten years ago with this kind of trick. Anyway, I won't be surprised at all who you met or who you brought to our house this time."

Wearing his pajamas, Ron yawned and sleepily made his way down the crooked stairs, when he saw... a cow horn...

When did minotaurs appear in the wizarding world? Or is this a new species bred by some magical creature master?

As he rubbed his eyes again, still somewhat disbelieving, the entire Burrow shook three times. The Weasley brothers, who were in their room with some strange, bulging thing, suddenly poked their heads out of the small window in the door.

"What's going on? Has the Weeping Banshee broken in?"

Just as they were still debating whether to go down and fight the enemy or take the dummies and run away, they saw Ron and Kane go upstairs arm in arm.

Ah, it wasn't the Banshee of Sorrow who broke in, it was Kanehith who broke in.

"Wow, I know! You must have seen your mother in Diagon Alley and been dragged back by her," the Weasley twins said, one after the other, in perfect harmony.

"I wasn't dragged here by Mrs. Weasley. In fact, I came after just one invitation. I have no choice, I lack social experience and am easy to catch. Besides, your bait is too big and too good."

Kane's casual, over-the-top praise of the Weasley family delighted everyone on the second floor.

Even Percy, who had been holed up in his room, almost rushed out to greet Kane, if he hadn't been working on his problem at a crucial moment.

Meanwhile, Ron had already taken out the Wizard's Chess set from his room: "To be honest, Kane, since returning here, no one in the entire Burrow can beat me in Wizard's Chess."

Kane was thus imprisoned on the chessboard by the inexplicable Ron. As for the Weasley twins on the second floor, they also came down curiously. They were naturally curious about Kane as well, but due to his age, daily routine, and personal social circle, they hadn't had much opportunity to flirt with him at Hogwarts before. Now that Kane had been tricked into coming home by his mother, they naturally had to observe him carefully and see what this little wizard, who was always trying to cause trouble for others at Hogwarts, was up to.

Mrs. Weasley was now seated in her private workshop, hand-sewing together Kane's large pile of tentacle skin. As for the few stray tentacle spikes, they could perhaps be made into some accessories or edging.

"Speaking of which, Kane, when should we go and pick Harry up? He wrote me a letter before, and after reading it, our family almost stormed the Dursleys, but we were stopped by another letter from Dumbledore." Ron asked, picking up a chess piece and wondering where to place it.

“Dumbledore said he needs to stay at the Dursleys’ house for at least thirty-one days. We can go pick him up on flying broomsticks at the end of this month.” As soon as Kane finished speaking, Ron and the Weasley twins’ eyes lit up.

"You finished that flying broomstick you tinkered with yourself?"

Kane raised an eyebrow and coughed lightly, at which point Little Pumpkin opened his mouth and spat out the mantis shrimp.

“Try them one by one, take your time. Ron, you’re first. But I really advise you to take it slow. This broom is a bit… violent.”