Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Dumbledore quickly smiled and said, "Miss Granger, we didn't really intend to expel you."

“It’s you who doesn’t have it, not that I don’t have it.” Snape snorted after saying this and left Dumbledore’s office.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Kane and Hermione: "Now that the crisis is over, I think we can talk about why you returned to school in such an amazing way."

Hermione looked at Kane, as if to say, "Hurry up and make up some plausible excuse."

As expected, Kane was about to tell a complicated story about the station's closure when another strange sound came from outside the office door.

"Oh! Severus, I know you!"

"Oh? Can't I call you that?"

"Alright, Professor Snape, to be honest, we'll be colleagues from now on..."

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

"OK, OK, anyway, Professor Snape, good morning and good afternoon."

The three sober people in the office listened to the strange noises outside with odd expressions, already knowing who had arrived.

dong dong dong.

"Professor Dumbledore, may I come in?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Kane and Lockhart, then raised his voice slightly: "Of course, Professor Lockhart."

Chapter 98 Hagrid sent out a team invitation, 1=4

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Lockhart pushed open the door and walked in.

“Oh, Dumbledore, aha, and Kane and… this lovely little witch, we’ve met before, back when you smashed my door with a hammer.” Lockhart greeted the three in the office, then noticed Harry and Ron sleeping soundly in the corner.

"Who are these two...?"

“None of my business.” Kane casually used magic to push Harlow and the other man toward Dumbledore’s bedroom.

hiss.......

Lockhart seems to know why Dumbledore likes Kane so much... Really? Dumbledore isn't usually like that, this is strange... Let me see...

Lockhart looked at Dumbledore with a scrutinizing gaze, and the latter said with some helplessness, "It's not what you think."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Kane and said, "Let's talk more later tonight, Kane. Professor Lockhart and I have something to discuss now. Also, please take Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley with you."

Kane nodded, and he and Hermione were about to leave Dumbledore's office one by one using magic, when Lockhart suddenly called Kane back.

“Kane, could you wait for me in my office? Here’s the key, and there are snacks in the cabinet.” Lockhart handed Kane a small, antique-looking key, adding, “Just you alone.”

Hermione shrugged. There was no need to bring this up, was there? She wasn't the type to go out of her way to do something like that.

Kane, who had quickly left the Headmaster's Tower, and Hermione together shoved Harry and Ron, the two unfortunate brothers, into the infirmary.

Mrs. Pomfrey looked at the two brothers, who had already moved into the infirmary before the school had even officially started, with shock and a helpless shake of her head.

There's a certain mystical quality to the infirmary; generally, the later it opens in a semester, the calmer the semester will be. But nowadays...

It seems this semester is going to be a turbulent one.

Mrs. Pomfrey had already mentally prepared herself to work overtime through the night.

Kane went to Lockhart's office, opened the door, and casually sat down on the sofa.

The overall decorating style is exactly the same as Lockhart's home in Diagon Alley. Even the portrait of himself opposite his desk is just as flamboyant.

Perhaps that's why he lives like a celebrity as a writer. Who doesn't like a confident person? Although Lockhart is a bit too confident.

"Hmm..." Kane sat on the sofa with his legs crossed for a while, and soon Lockhart walked in, holding a timetable.

"Kane, help me! My second class tomorrow is Defense Against the Dark Arts for first-year students!" Lockhart said, sitting down opposite Kane as soon as he came in.

“You should ask Dumbledore.” Kane said with a sigh, taking a Lockhart book from the bookshelf and flipping through it. He came across a story where Lockhart used the Dancing Charm to control a banshee, allowing him to escape.

“Teach me this dancing spell tomorrow… Do you know how to use it?” Kane asked, pointing to the spell in the book.

Lockhart's eyes were filled with a mixture of clarity and foolishness. He shook his head, his golden hair swaying in the breeze.

"My God, how many lies have you made up? I'm starting to wonder if this spell is something you made up too." Kane sighed helplessly.

“I swear, this spell is real,” Lockhart quickly assured him.

“Okay, I’m just saying this is a general idea: use all sorts of basic spells to mess with the enemy. Whether it’s the Dancing Charm, the Sneezing Charm, or even Flurry to blind them, it’s all fine. So what spells do you know?” Kane asked, sizing up Lockhart.

"...I am very skilled at forgetting spells."

“You could teach that to the older students; they’d love it. But the problem is, your first class tomorrow is with the first-graders. Think of another one,” Kane urged.

"Hmm, how about the Levitation Charm? What do you think of the Levitation Charm?" Lockhart said.

“Hmm, very good. This is what Professor Snape taught us last semester. Let me demonstrate it for you.” After Kane finished speaking, he stood up and pointed his wand at Lockhart, who was shaking his head frantically. Well, it seems he didn’t like being pointed at by the wand, so he could only point at the vase next to him.

"Because Professor Flitwick's teaching style is so flexible, sometimes the first lesson is about teaching other spells to help the young wizards channel their magic. So I suggest you try to negotiate with Professor Flitwick and get him to teach the levitation spell to the young wizards first."

"Of course, if Professor Flitwick doesn't give you face, you can choose to teach yourself; after all, that's your responsibility."

After Kane finished speaking, he pointed his wand at the vase in the corner. The moment he chanted the spell, the tip of the wand suddenly turned slightly, and the vase, which had been floating, immediately began to spin rapidly.

"Theoretically, this levitation charm should be able to shake a person's brains evenly, right?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "Have you learned it?"

“I’ll give it a try.” Lockhart pointed to another vase. The levitation spell worked, but instead of spinning like Kane’s vase, it suddenly lost its balance and flew straight to the wall, shattering into pieces.

Kane nodded after repairing the vase: "That's it. After all, the vase was your enemy, and now you've smashed it. Just keep practicing."

"Phew...it's that simple?" Lockhart said excitedly after hearing Kane's words of comfort.

"Hmm...it's that simple, only for first-year students." Kane said, turning to leave. He planned to go to the infirmary to see if Harlow's two unfortunate brothers had woken up.

"There's still time in second grade, but it'll have to wait until Wednesday. By the way, Kane, would you be interested in being my class representative?"

Kane quickly shook his head and hurried out of the office.

"Ah, what a shy child. You want to be the class representative but won't admit it. But luckily you met me, otherwise you would have really missed out on the chance." Lockhart said with his hands on his hips, then quickly pulled out a class representative name tag from under his desk and printed Kanehis's name on it.

Kane headed straight for the infirmary after leaving Lockhart's office. Harry and Ron had already woken up and were packing their things, preparing to run away.

Oh, and of course Hermione too. These three unfortunate souls saw Kane arrive as if he were their savior.

They now finally understand the difference between a flying broomstick and a train.

There were elderly ladies pushing snack carts on the train, but not at Hogwarts. They had originally planned to visit the Hogwarts kitchens, but since none of them had a close Hufflepuff friend to show them around, they...

"Kane, I'm hungry, I need food, meatballs!"

Kane looked at the three people opposite him and his lips twitched: "Let's go find Hagrid and get the cured meat he hung on the rafters... or maybe monster meat mille-feuille, would you like that?"

After speaking, Kane didn't expect any constructive answers from the three of them; he simply went to the Forbidden Forest to break off some branches...

It should be considered dietary fiber, right? ...I guess so.

The group split into two groups: Hermione and Ron were assigned to gather branches in the Forbidden Forest, while Kane and Harry went to Hagrid's Hut.

Hagrid was giving Walnut a bath. After the long hair of Walnut was dried, it didn't look like a cow at all; instead, it looked like a hairy kiwi.

As for its advantages, perhaps it's... fragrant. I wonder if Hagrid will sleep with walnuts at night.

Hagrid, who was concentrating on bathing the cow, also heard a strange noise. He turned around and looked on in surprise: "Ah, Kane and Harry, why are you back ahead of schedule?"

"Flying broomstick." Kane said, as the little pumpkin behind him spat out half of the flying broomstick: "If you want, you can borrow it and try it out. It's powerful enough to definitely carry you."

"Ah, it sounds good, but I still won't. I always get a little... cramped when I ride my flying broomstick, I don't know if you understand." Hagrid said, returning to his hut and taking out two huge pieces of cured meat.

"I can tell the house-elves haven't finished cooking yet because you're back so early. Here, this was just dried a while ago."

"Thanks, Hagrid. Let's grab something to eat," Kane said, raising an eyebrow.

"of course."

Soon, Hermione and Ron, who had gone out to find branches, returned.

Although they didn't know why Kane needed tree branches, since magical fire could do the same, Ron's confusion only intensified, because Ron had personally witnessed Kane cooking even without fire.

What's this bunch of branches for?

It can't be ingredients, right? Hahaha!

Soon, as Ron and Hermione finished stacking the branches and were about to light the fire, Kane, who was chatting with Hagrid, saw this and rushed over. Ron saved the tree from the fire.

Hermione looked at Kane, who had gotten himself into such a mess while trying to save the wood, with a puzzled expression. Wasn't wood meant to be burned? What was Kane up to this time?

Surely it can't be that, as Ron suspects, this firewood isn't firewood but food?

If Kane really did that, then he would really be... damn...?

What did Hermione see?

No, no, no, it wasn't just Hermione, but also Ron and Harry, and Hagrid, who was not far away, also saw this scene.

Kane threw three branches directly into the pot, then cut a piece of cured meat and put it in. Immediately, the ingredients began to change shape, turning into meatballs that Harry and Ron loved in the blink of an eye.

"Something's not right, is it?" Hermione looked at Kane. She was already amazed by his incredible feat of making frog leg sandwiches with potion ingredients in the Potions classroom, but those potion ingredients were at least somewhat related to food ingredients.

But this pot of meatballs is full of magic and ruthless skill...

Hermione watched as Kane picked up a meatball and began to devour it, and her lips twitched for a moment.

She suddenly realized that all the special dishes she had eaten in Kane suddenly didn't taste as good anymore.

"So why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?" Kane continued stuffing meatballs into his mouth. Compared to Harry and his two friends, who were dizzy for as long as they were flying, he was the one who was most tired while piloting the flying broom.

"We...we'll wait until tonight for dinner."

"Yes, good things come to those who wait."

At this moment, the three of them had silently made up their minds that they would still eat Kane's cooking from now on, since it was really delicious.

However, they stopped watching the cooking process. Although Kane's cooking was also quite grueling, it mostly consisted of ingredients, and they weren't afraid of dying from eating them.

But if you actually witnessed Kane cooking with tree branches in the fire...

Glug glug glug...

Along with the rumbling of a stomach...

Oh well, at least it's not some random stuff... These days, as long as you don't die from eating it, that's all that matters. Who can guarantee that the food in Hogwarts' kitchen is clean? Maybe the house-elves will even dance on the patties.

In the end, it was Ron who was the first to take the path of no return, holding a meatball in his hand and eating it with great relish.