Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Soon, Luna bit off the thread with her teeth, adjusted the position of the tentacle spikes with both hands, hid the thread ends, and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's perfect now." She clapped her hands and had Kane turn around in front of the mirror again. It did look better and more pleasing than before.

However, after he sat down on the sofa, he suddenly realized that there was an awkward little problem with using the tentacles as edging.

Stabbing the buttocks...

Kane shifted his hips awkwardly on the sofa, then realized he had misunderstood Luna.

It wasn't tentacle spikes that pierced her buttocks, but rather steel needles that Luna had casually tucked into her anus...

Kane looked at Luna, who was rubbing her fingers.

Kane thought... Hmm... Kane forgives.

At this point, the Weasley brothers were finally brought back from outside by Mrs. Weasley, along with the mantis shrimp that had been cleaned and coated with wood wax oil.

The little pumpkin hopped over and opened its mouth, and the twins, being quite clever, stuffed the mantis shrimp inside.

"What is that? A new magical creature?" Luna asked in a daze.

“Chester, I call him Little Pumpkin. You could call him a magical creature, but he’s just out of print,” Kane explained.

Luna nodded. It was a bit of a shame that it was no longer available. To be honest, she also wanted a pet like that. Whether it could carry things was not important, since she didn't have many things. Whether it was cute or not was also not important, as she could help dress it up. The only important thing was that such a small thing looked like a small stool, so she could sit on it and rest her feet when she was tired.

Just as everyone in the room was lost in their own thoughts, a bright green flame suddenly burst into flame in the fireplace not far away, and Mr. Weasley, whom they had met briefly in Diagon Alley, appeared.

"Ah, Luna's here, and Kane too. Luckily I chose to go home for lunch today, otherwise I would have definitely missed the feast." Mr. Weasley knew there would be a big meal today as soon as he saw the guests.

Sure enough, Mrs. Weasley was already busy using magic in the kitchen, and soon a table full of steaming, beautifully presented dishes that looked like they had been cut out of a game model appeared in front of Kane.

"Quickly try my cooking, Kane." At the dinner table, Mrs. Weasley, like most mothers, was afraid that Kane wouldn't eat enough or that he would be too embarrassed to eat, so she kept piling food onto his plate.

Kane nodded quickly, and just as he was about to start eating, a water droplet suddenly fell outside the window, followed by a downpour of rain.

Kane subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief after seeing what was happening outside the window.

I had just put on my raincoat when it started raining. I have to say, was it just my lucky timing, or was it some divine intervention...?

He didn't know, and didn't want to know. All he wanted to do was eat, until a loud croak outside the window made him open his eyes wide.

Chapter Ninety-One Receiving People

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A series of periods instantly appeared above Kane's head.

"No way??? The frog rain from the Eternal Realm is coming after us?"

This isn't right, is it? He could understand the shadows of the Eternal Realm chasing after him, because he used shadows every day. This way, the shadows of the Eternal Realm could influence the real world through him and cause him all sorts of trouble, such as touching him every now and then.

But it doesn't make sense that the frog rain from the Eternal Realm would also follow, does it? Shouldn't those things be part of the natural ecosystem of the Eternal Realm?

If that thing can also catch up, it can only prove that the real world is gradually taking on the shape of the Eternal Realm...

No, this shouldn't be happening, it's too strange. I need to go out and take a look...

Just as Kane was about to get up, Ron, who had been thinking about Kane's strange behavior for a long time, finally remembered what was wrong with Kane and explained, "There's a pond nearby with frogs in it. Every time it rains, they jump out of the pond and croak."

"I see." Kane breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, the real world hadn't turned into the shape of the Eternal Realm.

The meal was a pleasant affair for both host and guests. After dinner, Kane followed Ron upstairs to tidy up their bedroom. Since Ron had made three new friends this year, two of whom were girls, and Hermione was a girl, Ron made some minor alterations to his bedroom so that it could comfortably accommodate three people at night.

Actually, adding another bed would be more than enough for four people, so the first thing they could do after waking up would be to play mahjong. But like I said, there's absolutely no way Hermione would be in the same room with him!

Don't become a sissy who sleeps in the same room as a girl!

Unlike boys, Kane slept soundly in Ron's room that night, while Lockhart was nowhere to be found.

Actually, he hadn't forgotten. Kane specially borrowed Ron's owl to write a letter to Lockhart, saying that when he decided to go find Harry, he would give him a ride so that Lockhart could... do some sightseeing or something.

As for the adventure to come... Kane told him not to contact him anymore, otherwise Ron might misunderstand.

However, after sending the letter, Kane didn't think Lockhart would roar to the sky or anything like that; he was more inclined to believe that Lockhart would be very grateful.

What if he really dies one day because of an adventure he went on with me?

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor that Dumbledore hired died before he even settled into his office? What if Dumbledore, driven by greed, put his own name on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor roster and then personally taught the course?

Wouldn't I become the scapegoat?

Several days passed after the letter was sent, and no reply was received, further confirming Kane's suspicions. It seemed Kane no longer wanted anything to do with him. Perhaps Lockhart, upon seeing the letter, even thought it was something unclean and burned it clean with his fire...

If he could use the Flame of Time.

However, it wasn't until the middle of the holiday, on the thirty-first day after Harry returned to the Dursleys, that Lockhart suddenly replied.

It is said that he had already asked Dumbledore and learned about Harry's situation, and had been waiting for the right moment until today, when he finally got the opportunity, the opportunity to change the protagonist.

That's right, he plans to add another protagonist to the book, making it a rare three-protagonist novel. The reason is simple: when he got home that day, he carefully reviewed the plot he had recorded over the past few days, from the beginning to the end. It was clear that any plot he wrote would be deleted by the editor.

It's not too far-fetched; it refers to a minor wizard piloting a flying broom that can reach speeds of 300 miles per hour, along with various other abstract things, such as inexplicably hitting some tentacles—a plot that has no logic whatsoever.

It's way too gory! Digging up people's graves and gouging out their brains—is this a plot a human could write? I think your brain's been gouged out, otherwise, how did this plot even come about? Get back to your old self and rewrite it right now! Either you rewrite the plot yourself, or you go back to using your magical forgetting spell to write fanfiction!

These are all the editor's original words, so Lockhart could only avoid the limelight. However, he had already laid the groundwork for Kane's character, and if he suddenly became gentle, most of the book would have to be rewritten. So he came up with a clever idea: to add another permanent character to the plot to act as an external part of Kane's mind, making him less abstract.

And Harry was ultimately chosen to play the role of the external brain, which brought him a lot of attention. Most importantly, the story also features the final boss, Dumbledore!

Its main selling point is convenience.

Most importantly, Lockhart promised Harry 100 Galleons after the deal was done, all in order to bring him over.

Although it wasn't much for Kane, whose only purpose was to exchange Galleons for gold nuggets to melt down, it made the whole letter sparkle when Ron saw the last paragraph.

"Hmm, what do you think? Should we sell Harry?" Kane handed the letter to his brother Ron, who was sleeping next door.

“Well, to be honest, I don’t really want you guys to go,” Ron said quietly. “Because if I do, my remaining vacation time will probably be pretty boring.”

Kane nodded: "Okay, then we won't sell Harry. We'll stay here with you this holiday."

After saying that, he took Ron's letter back, casually placed it on the desk beside him, and didn't mention the matter again.

In short, Lockhart was stood up again.

"Hey? I just don't want to. I don't have any intention of stopping you from earning Galleons. You guys should go." Ron quickly waved his hand. After all, he wasn't the kind of person who would be envious if his brothers were doing well. On the contrary, he wished his brothers were doing better than him, no matter how much better.

“There’s really no need for that. After all, following Lockhart on his adventures is hardly interesting.” Kane waved his hand, signaling Ron to stop blaming himself.

Ron nodded in agreement. That was true. I heard from my dad that Lockhart was actually just a good-for-nothing, but we don't say that easily at home because my mom would really get angry.

Ron sighed helplessly: "That terrible Lockhart, that ruthless middle-aged and elderly harvester."

Ron kept sighing until late at night, when the two of them opened their eyes together.

They didn't intend to tell anyone about their plan to secretly bring Harry over; they would pick him up quietly, shouting "No!" and giving everyone else a big surprise.

"Which way do we go?" Ron asked quietly as he put on his clothes in the dark, straightening them after pulling them to a more even shape.

"Of course, we'll ride the flying broomstick." Kane, wearing his pajamas and a raincoat, secretly took the flying broomstick out of the little pumpkin's mouth, mounted it, and slowly floated halfway out the window. He then had Ron stand on the desk to ride the broomstick, and the two of them slowly floated away.

"Ron, please cover your mouth," Kane suddenly reminded him out of the blue.

"Huh? Why?" Ron was puzzled, but he covered his mouth with both hands. Then, with a series of muffled sounds, a black streak of light disappeared from the humble dwelling in the blink of an eye.

Soon, at the privet house of Lutherans.

The two stopped in a small room on the second floor, looked inside, and knocked on the glass only after confirming it was Harry.

Boom boom boom!

Chapter Ninety-Two: Back-to-School Reading List... Something's not right here, is it?

dong dong dong...

"He's sleeping like a log." Kane sighed and let Ron sleep soundly behind him. He then leaned over and used a lock-picking spell to unlock the window, followed by a levitation spell to make Harry float off the bed. Finally, he used the little trick that Snape had taught them in class.

It rotates slightly in a tiny arc, then suddenly stops.

Okay, he's still not awake, let's just take him out.

Kane used magic to lift Harry out, holding him behind his back and across Ron's chest. After securing him, Kane also lifted out Hugin and Hedwig, who were sleeping.

"Alright, Kane, we should go!" Ron urged.

"Wait a minute, just one last step." Kane said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of parchment he had prepared beforehand. He then tossed it in before gripping the handle, and the three people, two birds, and a pumpkin flew out with a whoosh.

"What's that parchment for?" Ron suddenly asked from behind.

“A letter telling us we took Harry, or it would be bad to call the police for something like this,” Kane shouted.

"Did you sign your name?" Harry asked slowly, seemingly having woken up at some point.

"What kind of stupid question is that?" Kane shouted back, turning around. "Why would I possibly sign my name on such a stupid question that would invite criticism?"

Harry woke up with an unnatural twitch at the corner of his mouth. It wasn't Kane's fault, nor Ron's. If you had to blame someone, it would be Hermione for not being a boy.

If Hermione were a boy and had followed, she would definitely have noticed some flaws in Kane's behavior, such as him taking her away under the cover of night. The next day, Dursley would only think he had run away from home, and when he got hungry or the next school term started, he would automatically reappear at the Dursley's doorstep.

But sending this inappropriate letter was a different story. He could guess with his own eyes how stiff Kane's writing style was. So, the next day, when his furious Uncle Vernon kicked open his bedroom door and saw such a stiff letter, his first reaction would probably be to be very happy.

He realized he had been kidnapped. If the kidnapper delayed paying the fine, he would be killed, and then the kidnapper could take his family and run away.

Um...

"If only that were true," Harry murmured softly.

"Alright, Harry, now that you're awake, we should hurry up. We were worried you might catch a cold." Kane felt that Harry had been awake for a while, and it was about time to speed up the journey home.

Harry looked puzzled: "Isn't this the maximum speed?"

“Harry, I advise you to be a little more humble; this speed might be beyond your imagination,” Ron warned from behind.

It would have been better if he hadn't reminded Harry; the reminder only really ignited his competitive spirit.

"Fly! Fly like hell! I usually race on a Nimbus 2000! You think you can surprise me with speed? Impossible!" Harry's smooth and witty banter successfully reassured Kane.

Finally, I can accelerate to my heart's content. The last time I accelerated that much, Lockhart was still behind me.

Instead of the acceleration and push-back feeling that Harry was caught in the middle, he was first met with Ron's sudden tightening grip.

Just as Harry turned around to ask Ron what kind of trouble he was up to, a strange, illogical acceleration suddenly made his open mouth tremble like an open sack of flour.

"What is this speed?" Harry asked, his mouth trembling.