Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

"Hmm, what a fine piece of wood." Professor Sprout patted the large piece of wood in front of him with great excitement. After admiring it for a while, he led Kane back to the farmland. The rest was much simpler. All they had to do was put the seeds into the small holes they had dug beforehand, and then use a weather charm to make it rain in the greenhouse.

"The difficulty of weather spells is divided into several levels, with rain and sunlight being the two easiest. Of course, sunlight can only make plants grow, but it cannot kill vampires. So if you encounter a vampire in the future, you must run away as fast as you can and don't try to use sunlight to fight him."

"We ordinary people should avoid the terrifying dark creatures like vampires and run away as soon as possible. To be honest, when I was young, I was chased by a vampire in the Amazon rainforest for a whole week. Fortunately, Dumbledore came there and saved me."

Kane listened to Professor Sprout's earnest teachings and nodded hurriedly. Looking at Professor Sprout, who still looked apprehensive when he mentioned vampires, he secretly made up his mind that if he were ever lucky enough to encounter a vampire in the future, he would definitely not let the other one get away.

"So, the first weather spells I'll teach you are rain and sunshine. I'll demonstrate them for you, and then you can try them out yourself when you have time."

As he spoke, Professor Sprout began to demonstrate the Weather Charm to Kane using very standard spell pronunciation and very large casting gestures. It is worth mentioning that the casting method of any Weather Charm is exactly the same; the only difference in the weather summoned is the weather you need in your mind.

"Alright, Kane, come and try it out." After watering and sunbathing one patch of land, Professor Sprout led Kane to another patch and began to have him cast a spell.

The latter perfectly replicated Professor Sprout's incantation and actions. A small patch of dark cloud appeared above the field in front of him and rained down for more than a minute. When the cloud dispersed, a cute little sun hung in the greenhouse.

"You've done very well, Kane. Ten points for Gryffindor. Now you can leave. Find a quiet place to solidify your Weather Charm. Anyway, the work in the greenhouse is done." Professor Sprout patted Kane's head and left the greenhouse with him. He could go back to his office, have some tea, read the newspaper, and think about what plants he should teach the first-year students tomorrow to make them interested in herbalism.

Having left the greenhouse, Kane strolled aimlessly around the castle. His class was supposed to be History of Magic, but he'd asked Harry to take attendance beforehand. Hermione was quite unhappy about it, but she was probably busy secretly reading Lockhart's novel behind the History of Magic textbook and wouldn't have time to chat with him...

All he needs now is to hide inside Hogwarts Castle from the professors who know his course schedule. Actually, it's just Professor McGonagall, since apart from his own Headmistress, what other professor would bother to ask what courses a young wizard has on his schedule?

Thinking of this, he strolled even more leisurely until a faint sound appeared behind him.

“Our Mr. Kaneheath is quite relaxed,” Professor McGonagall’s voice appeared behind him like a ghost.

"...Wow, Professor, you might not believe it, but I just went to the bathroom and accidentally got lost." Kane suddenly stiffened and said with an embarrassed expression.

"No need for explanations, Kane. Come to my office." Professor McGonagall walked ahead stiffly, urging Kane to catch up.

"Okay, Professor." Kane followed, somewhat helplessly.

Soon, in Professor McGonagall's office, Kane sat alone in the chair opposite her, looking at the first-year in-class assignments in front of him—of course, just paper assignments.

After all, given Kane's magical power—capable of instantly stopping everything in the upperclassmen with a simple spell and leaving them completely barren—he'll probably only be able to help Professor McGonagall with minor issues from now on.

"Give these first-year wizards a grade, Kane. That's your detention for today," Professor McGonagall said quietly.

Kane readily picked up his pen: "So, Professor, you're not angry with me?"

“If there were a third person here, I would definitely criticize you severely, but unfortunately, there are only the two of us here, and the course on the history of magic... is indeed a waste of time for a little wizard like you,” Professor McGonagall said frankly.

“Good heavens, understanding is the best! So, Professor, do you have any other equally useless courses here?” Kane asked while grading assignments.

"The same useless courses, Divination class, I really dislike those pretentious courses, and Muggle Studies class, I can say that I am the Hogwarts professor who usually comes into contact with Muggles the most. The real Muggles are completely different from those textbooks that are decades out of date. And then there is Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which is only taught by Professor Gilderoy Lockhart."

I don't know if Professor McGonagall was in a good mood or what, but she seemed to have opened a floodgate of words today, completely losing her previous rigid and serious demeanor. Perhaps the quality of this year's Gryffindor freshmen is exceptional? That's the only possibility.

Stopping thinking about those other things, Kane began grading the young wizards' in-class assignments.

Ah, Ginny, Ron's sister is almost as good as his own sister, perfect score!

Ah, Luna, one of the few people who understands my style. Perfect!

Colin Crevy... I think he was one of the people I tricked into rowing yesterday. Although I really wanted to give him full marks, his assignment was just too bad. I'll barely give him a passing grade; forget about full marks.

Professor McGonagall also glanced at the Colin Crevy assignment that Kane had placed in the corner. Hmm, although it was slightly inflated, it was understandable, after all, people in the same house help each other out. Luna, although a Ravenclaw, also had a slightly inflated score, but considering that Kane's hat had been passed down to her, perhaps they were good friends? She was quite loyal and kind.

As for Ginny... Ginny is perfect, there's no need to exaggerate her abilities.

Kane quickly finished grading all the first-year students' in-class assignments and stretched vigorously. It was about time to go to the Great Hall for a proper dinner.

After Kane met up with Harry and the others at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, a thousand origami cranes suddenly appeared in front of him, having flown there without him noticing.

Upon opening it, she saw that it was written by Professor Sprout, asking Kane to visit the greenhouse when she had time. A magical plant that she had never seen before had grown on the land tilled by the tractor. The two of them should go there to study it, transplant it, and collect seeds.

"Who is it?" Harry leaned over to take a look and then saw Professor Sprout's signature.

"Hmm? You skipped a history of magic class just to get extra help from Professor Sprout?"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Hermione looked up sharply. Damn it, she was one step behind again. Kane had cleverly abandoned the extremely easy History of Magic course to get extra help from Professor Sprout, while she had wasted a whole hour on History of Magic, a course that was purely a waste of time, because of the stupid rules and regulations.

Hermione, Hermione, how dare you?

It's decided, I'm skipping next week's History of Magic!

"If you go to the greenhouse... can we go too?" Ron suddenly asked. Although the herb class wasn't as interesting as the other classes, it was nice to go there occasionally to cultivate one's mind and steal some fruits and vegetables to take back to the dormitory as snacks.

"It's highly unlikely. Professor Sprout has already given me the key to the greenhouse. If I were to take you there, wouldn't that be stealing from someone who is in charge? I certainly wouldn't do something that would betray Professor Sprout's trust."

After Kane finished speaking, he haphazardly stuffed some food into his mouth. Soon after, he saw Professor Sprout on the professor's seat get up, so he got up as well, and the two of them walked towards the greenhouse together.

Soon, the two entered the greenhouse and found Dumbledore sitting in the field, holding a steaming cup of water.

However, Kane didn't care much about Dumbledore; what he was really interested in was the magical plant that Professor Sprout had mentioned, a plant he had never seen before.

He had seen it.

A weed in the Eternal Realm called Forget-Me-Not can be made into a soothing tea with honey and water, which can be used to restore one's mental state.

Although I don't know why such a thing exists in the real world, for now, I'll consider it a good thing.

Wait a minute, it's not impossible that they don't know where this thing came from, after all, there are always some creatures that like to plant weeds in your farmland around the Eternal Realm...

Kane looked up at the greenhouse dome and, sure enough, there lay a huge fruit fly king from the Eternal Realm, lying there quietly.

Chapter 103 Still a no-show, this time it's the other way around.

Kane instinctively raised his wand upon seeing the Fruit Fly King, intending to give this intruder a shock with his Shadow Magic Blade, which had blossomed in both the real and eternal realms.

Seeing this, Dumbledore quickly stopped Kane.

"I don't think it's necessary, Kane. That little guy is quite cute, isn't he?"

“But it will damage plants and plant weeds in the ground,” Kane said, somewhat conflicted.

"Ah, I knew that big guy was your doing. No one else could have done it... But... let's ignore that big fly for now and get back to this lovely field."

"Is this the kind of weed you're talking about?" Dumbledore handed Kane the warm water glass in his hand. Kane glanced inside and saw Forget-Me-Not, honey, and warm water—a very standard soothing tea.

He naturally drank the rest of the soothing tea in one gulp. Although it wasn't the authentic soothing tea he made himself in a crucible or cooking pot, it was still somewhat useful.

“So Kane, perhaps the weeds he sent, which you call weeds, are exactly what we need.” Dumbledore chuckled as he took the cup Kane offered. “And what I’m really curious about is that you consider these herbs with their magical properties to be weeds.”

Dumbledore said, plucking a forget-me-not, "Then what is truly useful to you?"

"Potatoes, watermelons, and dragon fruit?" Kane raised an eyebrow. Although he knew that the experience from the Eternal Realm didn't count in the real world, the knowledge that was almost etched into his head still made him subconsciously say something that would make Dumbledore laugh.

“The Sorting Hat really made a mistake; he should have put you in Hufflepuff.” Professor Sprout looked at Kane with affection. She knew that Kane had been a wandering orphan, so she understood his answer perfectly.

“The Hats were actually going to assign me to Hufflepuff, but I wanted to stay with my friends.” Kane gave Professor Sprout an apologetic smile.

Dumbledore was certain that the forget-me-nots that suddenly sprouted from the ground were the work of the fruit fly king in the sky. Seeing Kane's reaction, it was clear that Kane was also responsible for the fruit fly king. So he stopped worrying about it and simply instructed Professor Sprout to save the forget-me-nots for seed so that he could cultivate them in a separate plot of land the following year before leaving.

Finally, after using magic to trap the fruit fly king and several smaller fruit flies in a cage, he slowly left.

"Ah, he really is quite the smooth talker," Kane remarked, watching Dumbledore, who had convinced him and Professor Sprout to plant seeds for each other next year with just a few words, and then happily washed his hands of the matter.

"Well, that's just how the principal is," Professor Sprout said jokingly, then looked with some concern at the listless forget-me-nots in the ground.

"Kane? Since you created these herbs, are they sick?"

Kane shook his head: "He's not sick, he just seems unhappy."

Professor Sprout: "??? Unhappy???"

Kane nodded: "Yeah, to be honest, this plant is just as hard to take care of as I am. It can't handle cold, it can't handle heat, it can't handle darkness, and it can't handle a bad mood."

After he finished speaking, he slowly squatted down and gently stroked one of the forget-me-nots: "What a beautiful plant. I've always wanted a little grass as pretty as you."

Professor Sprout had been quietly watching Kane's demonstration from the beginning, never considering the possibility of Kane succeeding, after all, Kane's reputation for being eccentric was well-known.

Before this, Luna Lovegood of the Lovegood family, another eccentric family in the wizarding world, had always been known as the most eccentric wizard in wizarding social circles. It was thought that she would continue to inherit such a title, but then last year, when Kane enrolled in school...

Kane came into the wizard's view, and from that moment on, Luna's reputation for madness was stripped away. In the eyes of busybodies, Luna's madness was merely a clumsy imitation of Kane...

Of course, Professor Sprout wouldn't just use a slightly derogatory term like "crazy" to describe the young wizards. He simply thought that Kane and Luna, the two young wizards, hadn't finished their animistic phase yet, so this boring world was colorful in their eyes.

It wasn't until Kane reached out and touched the plant, and after Kane showered it with praise, that it actually perked up.

"Hmm?" Professor Sprout quickly squatted down as well; she really hadn't expected it to actually work.

After all, this was the first time Professor Sprout had ever seen a situation that was neither scientifically sound nor very magical.

"So this is how it can be done?" she murmured as she approached another plant, gently stroking it. "You are such a wonderful plant. I want to give you all the sunshine and rain."

Immediately, another Forget-Me-Not plant sprang to life.

And so, if an outsider were to enter the greenhouse at this moment, they would certainly see this scene.

Two wizards, one older and one younger, squatted by the edge of the farmland and began praising the plants enthusiastically. Considering the younger wizard was Kane...

Then the Ministry of Magic will definitely send someone to take Kane into custody the next day, because they may have discovered that Kane's madness is contagious.

That's terrifying.

After some time, the two of them, panting heavily, returned to the stone path in the center of the greenhouse and sat down.

“Ah, this is the first time I’ve ever seen such a capricious magical plant. Have you seen this kind of plant before? Do you often praise them like this?” Professor Sprout asked Kane.

"More or less, probably once or twice a day?"

Just as Professor Sprout looked worried, Kane quickly added, "You can also play music for them; they'll be very happy that way."

"Any kind of music is fine?" Professor Sprout asked.

"Pretty much, but based on my experience, they're quite picky about the tools for playing music. Actually, if there's no music, killing that fruit fly king on the dome should be enough. Killing that thing will leave behind a kind little fruit fly that can help us take care of these herbs."

“If there are other ways, that would be even better.” Professor Sprout said, taking out his wand and pointing it at the fruit fly that Dumbledore had imprisoned in the sky. After freeing it, he used magic to pull it down.

"Professor, I'll handle this." Kane swiftly drew his wand and swung a shadow blade, slicing the Fruit Fly King in two.

Soon, a small red fruit fell from the corpse of the fruit fly king.

"This is it." Kane picked up the small red fruit and threw it in the center of the ground. Soon, a cute and kind-looking little fruit fly flew in from somewhere and started flying over the farmland. When it saw any unhappy or droopy plants, it would fly over and start coaxing them in a language that humans couldn't understand.

Kane and Professor Sprout were stunned as they watched the plants standing upright one after another.

That's great! I finally don't have to go down there and foolishly praise those plants anymore.

"Alright, Kane, that's enough for today. Let's all go back and get some rest." Professor Sprout stood up and led Kane out of the greenhouse. Kane went straight to the bathroom to take a shower and wash off all the dust before returning to his warm little tent.

Wednesday arrived in the blink of an eye. This morning, some young wizards in the Gryffindor common room were excited, while others were somewhat helpless.

The excited ones were Lockhart's fans in the second year, because according to the first-year students, Lockhart's teaching was quite good, and the content he taught was similar to Snape's. The disappointed ones were some well-informed young wizards who knew exactly what kind of person Lockhart was.

This also includes Kane. Lockhart had previously said he wanted to learn magic from him, but he only took the first lesson in his first year and then stood him up. It's hard not to find it strange that this was a deliberate act of revenge.