Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

From the moment Ron and the twins saw the mantis shrimp, the light in their eyes never went out.

This powerful magic propulsion, relying solely on the force of a large brick to fly, with its non-streamlined shape that disregards aerodynamics and an aggressive, wild appearance, was no less awe-inspiring to these three young wizards who loved flying brooms than seeing a Dodge Hellcat.

"Holy crap?"

With three shouts of "Holy crap!", the three Weasleys followed Kane out of the Burrow. Fortunately, this place was relatively secluded, with fewer Muggles, making it easier for them to test drive the mantis shrimp.

Kane was so worried that Ron might accidentally throw him off that he used Shadow to secure Ron and the mantis shrimp together as a seatbelt.

"Ready?" Kane asked, patting the mantis shrimp's tail.

"Ready." Ron had barely finished speaking when he twisted the handle sharply. Almost instantly, the Weasley twins, who were standing behind the broom, were thrown to the ground by the absurd speed, followed by an incredibly loud howl.

"What's wrong with Ron?" Kane looked over and saw Ginny leading a little witch with light blonde hair. They had just entered the courtyard and were both looking curiously at the black streak of light in the sky.

"Test-riding my flying broomstick, um, and who is this?" Kane asked after finishing his sentence.

Ginny took Luna's hand and shook it: "My good friend, who also lives around here, her name is Luna Lovegood."

Chapter 90 Lunalovgood

“Ah, you’re Kaneheath? I know you. In my father’s newspaper, he wrote that you were a ruthless tool used by Dumbledore to get rid of poor Professor Quirinascilo.”

Luna's first words piqued Kane's curiosity.

Who is Luna's father? Could he be a school board member or a powerful figure who wields influence throughout the magical world?

How could they know such secrets? And with such precision?

Out of curiosity, Kane quietly stood between the Weasley twins and gently patted one of them randomly.

"Who is Luna's father? Could he be a Celestial Dragon from the magical world?" Kane asked in a low voice.

"In fact... he was just an ordinary newspaper editor."

"He started a lukewarm, dying news magazine called 'Singing a Different Tune'."

"As for the news inside, it's really just about being dissenting for the sake of being dissenting. It's basically devoid of any substance and can be said to be just riding on the coattails of the Daily Prophet's popularity."

This bland, even slightly harsh, assessment was completely different in Kane's eyes.

After all, Luna's father knew perfectly well that Dumbledore wanted to get rid of Quirrell—a secret that anyone in the know could easily find out—and even published it in the newspaper.

What kind of behavior is this? It's absolutely brilliant in journalism!

The original purpose of news is to tell the public the truth. Nowadays, compared to the Daily Prophet, which is full of praise and flattery, this one that sings a different tune is truly fearless of power and tries to convey the truth to people's ears.

Moreover, this behavior is extremely dangerous, and can be said to do nothing but harm the journalist who dared to speak the truth, since this information can be heard from the Weasley brothers.

The newspaper's lukewarm reception and near-death state indicated that it wasn't making much money. Just as people don't thank a savior, the general public, who only saw the truth as a dissenting voice, didn't give the spokesperson the slightest bit of a warm welcome.

Luna's father was a saint.

Kane offered a fair assessment of Luna's father with a touch of admiration.

Meanwhile, Luna looked at Kane, whose eyes were glazed over as if he had suddenly lost his mind, and asked the Weasley brothers with a mixture of curiosity and pleading: "Mr. Heath, what's wrong?"

"Um..."

The Weasley twins exchanged a glance, pondering for a moment whether they should give Kane even the slightest bit of face... Of course, they needed to, and although it was difficult, they managed to do so!

"At Hogwarts, whenever we describe someone as crazy and doing things that are hard for ordinary people to understand, we say, 'Look, that person is as crazy as Kane.'"

"Now you know, if Kane is standing in front of you, you don't need to have any doubts about what he does, because it may just be his true self, without even the slightest disrespect for you."

Just as the Weasley twins were taking turns defending Kane, Kane's voice slowly appeared behind them.

"This... you're as crazy as Kane! Who spread this rumor? I've never heard of it before."

Kane, having regained his senses at some point, asked curiously.

The Weasley twins exchanged another glance. To prevent Hogwarts from being destroyed and to protect the peace among the young wizards, it was still very necessary for them to keep the source of those words a secret from Kane.

After all, if Kane knew the original version of that phrase—sharp and devoid of any humor—they couldn't guarantee he could control himself.

If, in a fit of anger, you end up in Azkaban and the source of that joke ends up in St. Mungo's Hospital, then that would truly be a happy ending for everyone.

Soon, the two of them used their natural talent for changing the subject and laughing it off, while their good younger brother Ron also shakily drove the idling, but still abstractly slow, mantis shrimp down slowly.

"All I can say is, Kane, never use this broom outside again. If someone dies, not only will your broom be wasted, but you'll also be in a lot of trouble."

After getting off the broom, Ron couldn't help but laugh, while trying to maintain a very serious tone as he spoke.

"See?" The Weasley twins crept up to Ginny and Luna and whispered, "For example, what Ronnie is doing now can be described as crazy like Kane."

Kane, who had been inexplicably tagged, kept touching his chin and looked at Ron: "Am I usually that crazy?"

Ron patted Kane on the shoulder: "The fact that you asked that question means there's still hope for you."

"........."

Soon, the Weasley twins also got on Kane's broom and started test-driving, while the others sat in the yard watching the black streak of light in the sky. Kane wasn't interested in watching the light; he was mainly there to prevent the Weasley brothers from accidentally getting hurt while doing some fancy tricks.

For example, accidentally bumping your head into your chest.

However, as he looked around, he suddenly felt a strange gaze fall on him.

"Hmm..." Kane turned to look at Luna, who was staring intently at him: "Hello?"

"Well, actually it's not good."

Luna shook her head, looked away from Kane's head, and then stared intently at the horned hat on Kane's head.

Did you make this hat yourself?

In the end, Luna couldn't resist the temptation and asked with some envy.

Kane finally realized where the problem lay. The other people at Hogwarts were always looking at his hat, but most of those looks were just curious glances.

Honestly, this was the first time Kane had ever felt such a envious and covetous look in someone's eyes.

Friend! You know my style!

Kane felt that his outfit had been appreciated for the first time, and he just thought that the girl in front of him was a good person and that he should give her a gift.

The weather isn't so extreme these days, so honestly, you don't really need to wear this horned hat.

Kane yanked the horned hat off his head and handed it to Luna.

"Do you like it? I'll give it to you."

Luna accepted the horned hat without hesitation: "When I get home, I'll give you a lion hat. I made it myself. Do you like hats with animal elements?"

"Actually, it's alright. I used to have a spider hat, but I don't have it now. Well, if you really want to say I still have it, I just stored it in the Forbidden Forest."

Why is the Spider Hat kept in the Forbidden Forest?

"Because that hat is still alive."

Ron: "........."

Ginny: "........."

"Then you'd better hurry up, otherwise the hat won't look good when the spider gets old."

Ron: "???"

Ginny: "???"

My friend not only understands my fashion sense, but she also understands my quirks. She knows that when a spider gets old, its spider hat isn't as round and full; instead, it becomes wrinkled and looks like a large silkworm cocoon when worn on the head.

Just as Kane was about to say something more, Mrs. Weasley suddenly pushed open the door: "Kane, your clothes are done. You really should come and see them!"

"Coming, coming!" Kane quickly stood up and walked into the house. The other three were also curious about what kind of strange outfit Kane had come up with this time, so they followed him.

Inside the room, Mrs. Weasley handed the finished raincoat to Kane with a smile: "You really should try this on. I'll go out and call George and Fred back first, and let them tell me how it is."

After Mrs. Weasley finished speaking, she left the room. After closing the door, Kane felt the whole house tremble for about three or four seconds.

"Hiss... what's wrong with this house?" Kane asked in surprise.

"Maybe it's Mom's yelling that resonated with the house," Ron said quietly, and then everyone in the room looked at him.

"Dad said that he bought a Muggle physics book specifically to modify his car."

Ron quickly explained to Ginny, who was looking at him strangely, and Ginny felt a little better after the explanation, patting her chest in relief.

So that's how it is. He thought it was something else entirely. If that were the case, it would be terrifying. This is for the best.

Kane ignored the strange little interaction between the siblings, quickly put on the raincoat sewn by Mrs. Weasley, and twirled in front of a slightly crooked mirror.

The raincoat was rather long, hanging down to just above the ankles, barely enough to avoid dragging on the ground. Well, actually, it was very long. Kane felt it would be enough for him to wear until he was at least seventeen or eighteen, because Mrs. Weasley had thoughtfully added a drawstring fold at the waist so that he could loosen the drawstring and readjust the length whenever he felt his legs were too long to cover.

The sleeves weren't short either; if left to hang naturally, they would look like the flowing sleeves of a traditional Chinese opera. However, Mrs. Weasley also added drawstrings to the cuffs so that they could be tightened, thus not affecting hand movements.

The buttons were not ordinary buttons, but rather buttons made by punching holes in the spikes pulled from the tentacles.

The overall shape, because it is made up of small tentacle skins, has a strange patchwork texture. Fortunately, the tentacle skins are dark-colored; if they were light-colored, such as white or flesh-colored, it would be quite bizarre.

But if it's black.....

Kane remembered a senior from Gryffindor who was a great rapper and always provided commentary for Quidditch matches, named Lee Jordan... um....

Okay, it's quite bizarre, and that's certainly the truth, but there's no denying that Kane really likes it, really likes it.

Almost everyone in the room could see just how much Kane liked the robe.

“This is much better than what Madam Malkin did. Adjusting magic doesn’t have this kind of ingenuity and style.” Kane said, subconsciously turning to show Ron, but when he saw Ron’s awkward look, he knew that this bro didn’t understand his outfit, so he simply turned to show Luna instead.

"how?"

Luna stroked her chin: "I think adding two little tails would be really nice."

Without hesitation, she immediately got to work, turning Kane around and using scissors to cut a huge back slit. Then, she took two tentacle spikes, sliced ​​them open, and sewed them on as the edging of the back slit.

"Hiss..." Kane looked at Luna, who was squatting there with her hands flying in the mirror, somewhat embarrassed: "So when should I take my clothes off?"

"No need, just don't move."

Kane pursed his lips into a "W," and that's where the problem lies. Standing here in this strange posture without moving is really uncomfortable.

But when I think about how he was squatting on the ground sewing, I realize that if I said anything inappropriate, I would be acting in a bad way.

And considering that the father is a journalistic icon who would lose money to expose the truth, while his daughter was squatting on the ground sewing clothes and he was complaining...

Then I wouldn't be human; I'd deserve to die.