Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Just when he thought this broom might be some new force that had suddenly joined the fray, such as the German-made Ophenseska, which can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in just 3 seconds, or the Floating Light and Track Light, these were the high-end brooms that Lightwheel Company had just launched this year.

It's also possible that it's a light cone; it's an old-fashioned broom, bought specifically for modification, so accelerating it to this speed is understandable.

A percentage is also very good. It's a new concept broom that sweeps the company. Maybe Dumbledore got the goods for Kane. He likes Kane so much, he should be able to help.

What do you mean by saying this broom is the same one you made by hand before? Called a mantis shrimp?

"Hey buddy? Why didn't you tell us you had this skill before? Wait, could you make me one of these mantis shrimps? I want to try it too," Harry said, sounding a little envious.

"Hmm, it's difficult. I only have one raw material left, but I can lend it to you for a bit."

"What are your raw materials? Let me take a look." Harry wanted to make one last attempt, but to be honest, he never thought he could get any real answer. After all, everyone knows Kane.

They dress in outlandish clothes, but in reality, anything you pull out of their clothes is an incredibly expensive and ugly thing that looks like it was made by melting down hundreds of gold coins.

Or it's some awesome gift from some unknown distant relative.

To everyone's surprise, Kane replied, "Well, this thing isn't actually that difficult to explain."

“Tell me more!” Harry’s eyes lit up.

"Go to the Arctic, kill two walruses, and pull out their tusks for me."

Harry: "........."

If he didn't know Kane's character, he would have really thought Kane was just joking around.

However, after getting to know Kane, he felt that this matter had great potential.

I just don't know if there are any flights to the Arctic.

the next day.

Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen and looked at her husband and children sitting in a row at the dining table.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Hmm, they were all so skinny and bony. The thought of feeding these poor little ones until they were plump and healthy made her...

Wait, eight?

Mrs. Weasley counted again and, sure enough, saw the little wizard who had appeared on the table.

The others finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Mrs. Weasley's expression.

"Oh, Harry, when did you arrive?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her maternal instincts kicking in once again, her voice a mixture of surprise and delight.

“Kane and Ron picked me up on broomsticks around dawn yesterday,” Harry replied.

"Yes, that's it! Mom, scold them both loudly!"

"Yes, it's not safe to ride a broom at night, especially since they didn't tell you beforehand!"

Just as the Weasley twins were gloating, Mrs. Weasley simply went back to the kitchen and made another pot of hot milk tea for Kane and the other two.

"It just rained last night, you must be very cold. Drink this tea to warm yourself up."

After a long while, the Weasley twins finally fell silent, perhaps accepting their fate of being the same people but with different destinies.

"Eh..."

A long sigh marked the beginning of Harry's first day at the Weasleys' house, which was, of course, absolutely a welcome.

That night, on the small bed for the three of them.

"Kane, are you having fun here?" Harry suddenly asked Ron across from him.

Before Kane could answer, Ron sat up, somewhat bewildered: "Why are you unhappy?"

“Well, Harry probably didn’t mean that. My personal guess is that he suddenly became withdrawn for some reason,” Kane explained for Harry and himself.

"I was just thinking, if my parents were still alive, would my family be as happy and lively as Ron's? Would they love me as much as they loved Ron?" Harry said quietly, lying in bed and looking at the moon outside the window.

Ron couldn't answer that question; he racked his brains but couldn't come up with a suitable answer.

However, Kane ignored this and spoke directly: "There will still be some differences."

"What?" Harry and Ron both looked at Kane.

“Your family will have some things that Ron’s family has more of than Ron’s, like money.” After Kane finished speaking, Ron and Harry fell silent. They were both wondering how anyone could have someone who could ruin the atmosphere at any time.

"Then Kane, are you envious?" Harry, whose own sadness had been refreshed by Kane, was about to ask back.

“...Harry, you’re being a bit ungrateful,” Kane said quietly.

They talked a lot that night, until one day, Hogwarts mailed over the new term's reading list to Kane. All three reading lists were sent to the Burrow, which made Kane suspect that Dumbledore had secretly installed a tracking device on him.

However, before he could even ponder whether this was legal or not, Ron suddenly let out a strange cry: "What is this Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook list for the new semester?"

Kane then opened his envelope and glanced at it.

"Um........."

Looking at the list of Lockhart's books on Defense Against the Dark Arts, Kane suddenly realized he had underestimated Lockhart.

He had always thought Lockhart was planning to use becoming a Hogwarts professor to gain fame and enhance his own reputation, but today he realized that this guy was clearly trying to make a shady deal with the Hogwarts headmaster and then, like a top seller landing a big order, add hundreds of orders to his book's sales at once.

"With his writing skills reaching this level, if he doesn't get rich, who will?" Kane sighed quietly.

Meanwhile, the Weasleys downstairs started calling up to the upstairs neighbors, announcing that today was the day to accompany their young wizard shopping in Diagon Alley. The Ministry of Magic, usually so unassuming, had unusually given everyone with children a day off.

Of course, given Mr. Weasley's family-oriented nature, let alone taking a holiday, he would most likely not miss such an event, let alone asking for leave or being absent from work.

Kane quickly got dressed and followed the other two downstairs. Percy, the Weasley twins, and Ginny were already waiting by the fireplace.

“Oh, everyone’s here. You all know how to use Floo Powder, right?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

Yes, indeed, no one can't do it. This has been verified by Mrs. Weasley, because all seven children came to the Leaky Cauldron.

Most of the wizards drinking here looked on with envy at this scene. How could the Weasley family be so prosperous? Not only did they have many children, but they were all successful and popular. Their children could even make friends with the right people by accident. They also wanted to get to know those talented young wizards who were still without parents.

It's no wonder the Weasleys and Malfoys have been at odds for so long; they certainly have the resources. If they had that kind of personnel, let alone being at odds with the Malfoys, they could storm into their house, drag them out, and hang them from a lamppost to appease the world!

Thinking of this, they downed their drinks again, fantasizing about what it would be like if their own families were like that...

Now, it's time for fantasy!

The Weasley family, of course, paid no attention to what these people were thinking. They simply greeted the bartender, Old Tom, and headed straight for Gringotts in Diagon Alley.

The Weasley family went to the Weasley vault, while Kane and Harry went to the Potter vault.

Yes, of course, Kane was just worried that Harry would be too lonely withdrawing money alone; he absolutely had no intention of charging a friend's fee, absolutely...

Okay, I've already decided to make Harry a flying broomstick by hand. Except for the walrus tusk for the walking stick, which Harry has to make himself, I'll embarrass myself by begging Dumbledore and Hagrid for everything else. What's wrong with taking a little friend's fee from Harry?

No problem at all! Absolutely no problem whatsoever!

The vault opened quickly. Kane had brought a small bag specifically for today, intending to take more gold later and exchange it for gold bars if needed. In addition, he might be able to buy more books, except for Lockhart's books, of course.

After all, Kane never intended to buy Lockhart's books in the first place; he was only here to buy other textbooks and the official Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. As for Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts course...

You can just go to Lockhart and ask for the whole set. At least his writing is really good, and it's a lot of fun to read when studying History of Magic.

He had always had a wonderful plan, but the difference was that after everyone left Gringotts, Flourish and Blotts slowly put up a banner.

What do you mean Lockhart is coming to Flourish and Blotts for a book signing event? I stood him up for almost the entire holiday, and now he wants me to meet him so early? Is this really appropriate?

Chapter Ninety-Three Lockhart fell to the ground with a thud.

"Sigh~" Kane sighed softly. Although his initial idea was to get Lockhart's novel for free, meeting him so soon was still not a pleasant prospect.

His original plan was to wait until the start of the school year, by which time Lockhart would most likely have forgotten that he had stood him up.

Of course, there's a high probability that he'll remember, but as the saying goes, time heals all wounds. Perhaps Lockhart could change the subject matter and replace his holiday trip with the young wizard with his days as a professor at Hogwarts.

Kane could even be his straight man... Ah, let's leave this heavy job to Harry or Hermione; I can tell at a glance that they both have talent.

Kane quickly put on his raincoat hood, intending to conceal himself lightly. As for going elsewhere to buy things first, emmmm...

In Lockhart's style, he would spare no effort in boasting about himself and getting friends and family to buy his books; he could probably hawk his wares here from morning till night.

However, he clearly underestimated Lockhart's memory and associative abilities. Although he couldn't see Kane's face, he could see Kane's hood. He was very familiar with the terrifying tentacles that had wrapped him up and thrown him far away.

Little mysterious man in the raincoat, I can tell you're not simple at first glance!

Right now, he needs a little wizard to demonstrate a famous scene from his book to him. Compared to those fans who don't know him well, if they really think he's incredibly strong and come up with a fully equipped Ironclad Curse, it would be embarrassing for him to be unable to defeat them.

Kane is better; he knows his own worth and is a... good person. He should be willing to cooperate with me, right? He probably will. After all, although Kane was indeed abstract during the few days we spent together, he's still a normal person overall.

He wouldn't resort to violence over a minor offense or just because he doesn't like someone. On the contrary, he's very easygoing and can take a joke. And most importantly, he stood me up for almost two months, so if I ask him to cooperate now, he definitely won't refuse!

so...

"It's you, the mysterious man in the raincoat over there!" Lockhart shouted excitedly, pointing at Kane.

"???"

Like most people in the small bookstore, Kane began to turn around curiously to see who was wearing a raincoat, but after looking around, he could only see pairs of eyes staring at him.

“This is a genuine leather coat, not a raincoat.”

Kane explained somewhat awkwardly.

"Please come up to the stage, you mysterious little wizard over there wearing a leather coat and with two little tentacle tails on your butt!"

Ron gently patted Kane on the back: "Hurry up and get on, that mysterious little wizard with two tentacled tails on his butt... Pfft!"

Kane sighed helplessly. He thought about the same thing as Lockhart. He had stood Lockhart up for almost two months. If Lockhart wouldn't even help with this small favor, he would indeed feel a bit... something.

"Here comes the great author Lockhart." Kane sighed and walked up to the platform made of desks. "There are a whole bunch of wizards here. Didn't you think of using Transfiguration or something?"

He swayed back and forth, and the desk rattled loudly.

"Alright friends, let's give a round of applause to our distinguished guest!" Lockhart ignored all the formalities and took Kane's hand, leading him to the center of the platform and beginning to bow in all directions.

Kane saw that almost the entire bookstore was filled with people clapping excitedly, especially Mrs. Weasley, who was clapping her hands above her head until they were red, like the ultimate atmosphere group, and she seemed to really admire Lockhart.

Ah, of course, Mr. Weasley, standing nearby, was furious, his beard bristling and eyes bulging.

"This isn't right, is it? It's fine for you to bow when you're making money, so why should I bow too?" Kane subconsciously felt that something was off, but not wanting to embarrass Lockhart, he bowed as well, just like performing in a stage play.

"Thank you for your trouble, Kane. I'll return four to you later," Lockhart murmured softly.

"uh-huh."

Lockhart quickly straightened up with Kane: "Perhaps you have forgotten my book, the final chapter of the break with the female ghost. This is not something I said casually, but something I specifically asked a few readers before coming on stage, and they really have forgotten."

"Now, in order to prevent you from forgetting the spell I used to exorcise the female ghost, and also so that if you ever encounter a female ghost, you can protect yourselves, I will put on a show for you again with this little wizard."