Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Similarly, the Slytherins all came from prominent families and were extremely united. The intelligent Ravenclaw looked at them as if they were the silly children of a wealthy family, rather than as if they were looking at idiots.

Following this logic, this allocation method is undoubtedly the safest and least likely to cause problems, bar none.

After all, if a fight breaks out in another classroom, all that's needed is to take the injured little wizard to the infirmary, but if it happens in the greenhouse...

Hiss...Terrible.

Kane stood in the corner, watching Professor Sprout in the center of the greenhouse begin teaching the young wizards first-year knowledge.

Sometimes when I get tired of standing, I walk around and stop, observing the little wizards in the street like a painter.

Well, most Slytherins weren't really interested in this kind of knowledge, but since their Headmaster taught Potions, they forced themselves to listen.

Most of the Ravenclaws were diligently studying, with only a few young wizards who were genuinely uninterested in herbalism and didn't listen at all.

He quietly patted them on the shoulder from behind, signaling them to pay attention in class, and then went up behind the last disobedient Ravenclaw.

Kane knew who she was just by looking at her from behind, where she was wearing a horned hat.

However, she was probably listening to a lecture, but her way of listening was obviously rather abstract. She was practicing how to quickly and naturally step off her right shoe with her left foot while taking notes in her book.

Kane gripped the horned hat with both hands and shook it back and forth: "Pay attention in class and don't mess around."

After speaking and confirming that Luna had calmed down, he returned to his corner, keeping his achievements hidden.

After the class ended, Kane not only maintained perfect concentration but also successfully caught several young wizards attempting to steal grass insects.

Ha, these little Slytherins think they've done it perfectly, little do they know that this is a trick that Kane, Harry, Ron, and Neville have been using to death.

Now Kane is like a student who has become a teacher. Those little tricks of covering their mouths to eat snacks, hiding comics behind books, and stuffing phones into trash bags can't escape Kane's keen eye.

However, when he brought these young wizards to Professor Sprout, Professor Sprout was in a dilemma. Normally, she wouldn't mind if the young wizards secretly took some plants, like the green onions growing next to the cafeteria. Students could pick a few to take back to their dormitories to make tofu or pancakes.

After all, not all first-year wizards have the audacity of Kane to steal mandrakes. Her purpose in keeping Kane around was simply to prevent anyone from trying to steal dangerous plants like mandrakes and devil's webs.

But these little plants, which are essentially useless except for feeding owls, are just another option for stealing...

Although Professor Sprout wanted to say that it was fine to take it, Kane had caught him after all, so it was necessary to save face for Kane.

"Hmm, Slytherin loses one point. Put the grasshopper back in the flowerpot and go home."

Kane, who left with the four young Slytherins, looked at the blue sky and felt it was even bluer. He thought to himself, "What a responsible and good wizard I am."

Time passed day by day until Thursday evening. When Kane returned to the common room, he saw Hermione hovering in front of him, as if an exclamation mark had appeared above her head, as if she were saying, "Come here, I have a task for you."

However, when Kane actually walked towards Hermione, well, it was indeed a mission. Lockhart finally compiled a list of all the spells that all the grades wanted to learn. He selected some spells that he had learned before but had forgotten, some that he didn't know how to use, and some very easy spells. He made a list, put it in a Galleon bag, and handed it to Kane.

"So this is protection money?" Hermione looked at the heavy bag of Galleons and imagined a certain secret room where Kane sat on the sofa while Lockhart knelt on one knee on the floor, holding Kane's hands and kissing the gold ring with a sapphire set in it, a gift from Dumbledore, on his finger.

Then, in a low, knightly pleas to the king, he murmured, "Godfather... I need your friendship."

Kane, however, simply raised his hand and said casually, "Don't worry, Lockhart, my dearest friend, I'll let Dumbledore know a price he can't refuse..."

Thinking of this, Hermione sighed helplessly. Ah... the Celestial Dragons, the magical world...

Kane, of course, had no idea what Hermione was thinking. He simply weighed the Gallon bag in his hand and stuffed it into the little pumpkin's mouth: "To be more precise, it's a brokerage fee. Perhaps he doesn't dare to face Dumbledore in person." After saying that, he took the form and headed towards Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

Soon, in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was looking in the mirror and painting a portrait of himself. This was the scene Kane saw when he entered the headmaster's office.

"Hmm, a self-portrait, not bad at all. If you had been born three or four hundred years earlier, I might have seen this painting in the library." Kane raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore's brilliant painting skills.

“It’s more likely that it’s on this wall. I believe that even if I were born three or four hundred years earlier, my talent would still allow me to become the headmaster of Hogwarts and give the current headmaster the most constructive advice.” Dumbledore said, pointing to the wall opposite his desk, which was covered with portraits of Hogwarts’ past headmasters.

Just then, one of the portraits, with a somewhat stern face and a goatee, spoke up: "So, Dumbledore, you mean none of us can give you any good ideas?"

“Yes, Phineas, your meaning is quite accurate, so I still respect you.” Dumbledore placed the unfinished portrait on the shelf beside him and looked at Kane: “So, is there anything I can do to help you?”

Kane pulled the form Lockhart had drawn up from his pocket: "Not to help me, but to help our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Dumbledore glanced at the table and almost instantly understood what Lockhart meant.

"It seems our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has... seen the error of his ways?"

Chapter 106 The Greenhouse...Exploded?

“Perhaps. During the few days I spent with him over the holidays, I found that as long as he doesn't constantly boast, he's somewhat of a normal person.” Kane said, sitting down opposite Dumbledore. “So perhaps he doesn't want to lose face, or something else entirely. In any case, he wants to relearn magic to slightly improve his position as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts…”

"Um..."

“A little more fitting?” Dumbledore helped add the last word.

"Yes, that's it."

After Kane finished speaking, Dumbledore smiled slightly: "You know Kane, I've always been a tolerant person. If someone hasn't made any unforgivable mistakes, as long as they have even the slightest thought of turning back from their wrong path, I will support them."

"So you agree?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "While it's still unknown whether he's truly seen the error of his ways, I think he's more likely just trying to save face."

"Don't try to guess what he's thinking, just watch what he does." Dumbledore said, picking up a timetable from the table and tapping it lightly twice. The ink on the timetable changed, transforming into a timetable for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Well, his class next Monday is for third-year students, and the spells that third-year wizards want to learn are... Expelliarmus and Throat Lock... I think these two spells won't be a problem for you."

Dumbledore looked at the relaxed Kane opposite him, who nodded in agreement, also not feeling that the two spells posed any problem for him.

As Kane was about to head back after a two-hour private tutoring session in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore suddenly stopped him: "Kane, if you think it's appropriate, you can bring Lockhart over next time. It's not like I haven't taught him before; it's just a matter of teaching him a few more times after he graduates."

“Okay, I’ll tell him when I get back.” Kane yawned and headed back towards the Gryffindor Tower.

Back in his dorm room, Kane heard an angry voice before he even entered: "I advise you to get the hell out of here right now and never show your face in front of me again!"

"Yes, I do have a lot of fun riding my flying broomstick, but that's not a reason for you to try to make me leave Hogwarts. That's illogical! It's like someone enjoying pain, but that's not a reason for you to suddenly beat that person up in the street!"

"Alright, I don't want to talk to you anymore. I can already hear Kane's footsteps. If you don't leave now, you might not be able to leave at all."

Then there was a bang—and then Harry slowly exhaled.

"Wow, I heard that too! Who were you talking to? What is that thing that can teleport at Hogwarts?" Kane only went into the dormitory after hearing that the thing had left, after all, what if it was Harry's privacy?

"Nothing much, just a house-elf. According to him, he blocked Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on the day we returned to school. It infuriated me," Harry said, his puffed-out cheeks puffed out in anger.

"Why? Well, actually I'm not that curious about that question. What I'm really curious about is what kind of image I have in your mind? What do you mean by 'once I arrive, he can't leave'? What kind of devil am I?" Kane asked speechlessly.

“I was just trying to scare that house-elf. You wouldn’t believe it, but the house-elf’s owner told his child never to be hostile to you because the dark magic you possess is so strong that it’s possible you could actually kill his child secretly.”

"So that house-elf thought you were a dangerous person and told me to stay away from you, so I naturally used you to scare him," Harry said with a shrug, quite proudly.

"Uh... I had no idea my reputation had become so tarnished," Kane sighed softly.

"Did it tell you why it wouldn't let you come to Hogwarts?"

Harry piled the blankets on the headboard and leaned against them: "He said it's because there's something dangerous at Hogwarts this year, lurking in the darkness, capable of killing anyone, something like that. From what he's saying, it's aimed at me."

Kane lay in bed and glanced at the ceiling... darkness... killing anyone... aimed at the person directly involved...

Isn't this something I experience every day? Whenever I forget the light source at night, Sister Charlie will touch me in the dark. Sometimes, even when there is a light source, Sister Charlie will mischievously reach out and try to extinguish it before touching me again.

...Does Sister Charlie like me?

Kane chuckled at the thought, shaking his head helplessly. He was truly amazed at the bizarre things he was thinking.

After clearing his mind of that bizarre thought, he looked at Harry again: "So, do you believe this stuff?"

“Uh…” Harry grinned awkwardly, “Actually, I do believe it, because sometimes I really do hear some very ominous things, like killing something, eating something, tearing something apart and so on.”

“Audio hallucinations?” Kane raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I sometimes hallucinate too. For example, a long, thin claw suddenly reaches out towards my light source, or occasionally a shadow tries to attack me. Only I can see it. It must be some kind of curse. I’ll ask Dumbledore about it for you later.”

After Kane finished speaking, Ron, who was half-asleep in bed, raised his hand and said quietly, "Hey Kane, what you're talking about isn't an illusion. We can see it too."

Kane: "??? You guys can see this? When?"

"We could see it from the beginning. For example, sometimes the shadow under your feet would suddenly twist into a bizarre monster and pounce on you... We always thought it was some kind of black magic that had soaked you in, so it's actually a curse?" Ron grimaced as he sat up in bed, looking at Kane with some concern: "So are you alright?"

“It’s okay, just pretend I was playing house with my shadow. Let’s continue talking about Harry. Are you sure we can’t hear that voice?” Kane looked at Harry.

The latter nodded: "We spend almost twenty hours together every day, and every time I hear it, you guys don't seem to notice anything unusual."

Kane and Ron exchanged a glance... After a moment of thought, they both had the same idea: Harry's situation seemed to be quite serious.

The next day, Kane and his two friends found Hermione studying in the common room. After telling her about their conversation in the dormitory the night before, the four of them headed straight to the headmaster's office.

Of course, before heading to the principal's office, we had to go to the auditorium first, since eating was the most important thing.

Of the four, Harry was in charge of eating without a care in the world, Kane and Ron were in charge of observing Dumbledore's movements while eating, and Hermione, worried about Harry's curse, didn't eat properly. She just sat in her chair, casually drank a couple of mouthfuls of porridge, and stared intently at Dumbledore.

As soon as Dumbledore finished eating and got up, she hurriedly urged Kane and the other two to get up as well, and followed Dumbledore all the way to the headmaster's office.

After the statue in the Headmaster's Office opened, Dumbledore didn't go inside. Instead, he turned around and waved to Kane and the other three, saying, "Young people, please go first."

"Thank you, Dumbledore. This matter is a bit important; it concerns Harry." Kane didn't stand on ceremony and led Harry a few steps into Dumbledore's office, settling Harry across from Dumbledore's desk, just like a psychiatrist and his patient.

"Well, please tell me, Harry, what's bothering you?" Dumbledore asked softly, sitting down opposite Kane.

“I can hear some strange sounds, Professor, and only I can hear them. They’re like killing something? Eating something, they sound really evil,” Harry said, somewhat troubled.

“Would you mind if I checked you?” Dumbledore said, pulling out his wand. “I’ll put the wand on your head, and that’s all.”

"Of course I can teach it."

Having received Harry's answer, Dumbledore gently placed the tip of the Elder Wand on Harry's forehead. Hermione, standing to the side, was seeing for the first time the wand covered in knots that Kane had mentioned.

It certainly doesn't look like it would be very comfortable to hold.

Dumbledore quickly put away his wand: "Harry, you have neither been cursed nor poisoned."

“But Professor, I really heard that strange sound,” Harry said somewhat flusteredly. He probably thought that Dumbledore hadn’t really examined him properly and was just fooling him with his wand.

"Please believe me, Harry. I just used the Elder Wand to examine you inside and out. The reason you didn't feel anything is simply because I'm very powerful. My control over magic is so precise that I can detect a person's magic, physical condition, and even memories without them noticing."

"And your body is indeed not cursed. Perhaps it really is just a special voice that only you can hear."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Harry still didn't quite understand: "What do you mean by saying that only I can hear that voice?"

"It's just the literal meaning. Like that time I was on a ship, and there was a sperm whale in the ocean. I just thought it was swimming there quietly, but the two wise Muggle scientists standing next to me heard the sperm whale's sound with a scientific instrument. I imagine you're in a similar situation," Dumbledore explained.

“But Professor, does that mean I’m different from everyone else? That I’m different from everyone else?” Harry’s brow remained furrowed.

"Isn't that good?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "When I was in school, I had a classmate with heterochromia. He was very unhappy with his eyes, but all the Gryffindor students, including myself, thought his eyes were awesome."

Just as Harry was slightly comforted, Dumbledore said again, "However, I regret to say that I only mean that you personally have no problem, but if I'm not mistaken, Hogwarts seems to have problems again."

"Perhaps there is a terrible monster speaking those things in a language that only you, Harry, can understand... Well, of course, you don't need to worry about that. You can all leave now. You don't have classes this morning, so go play some chess or Quidditch. Of course, Kane, you stay."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Kane shrugged at Harry and the others, indicating that there was no problem. After the three of them left, Kane was no longer as relaxed as before, sitting in his chair.

Instead, he stood behind the chair, looking at Dumbledore with a wary expression.

"What did I do wrong this time? Why are you looking at me like that?" Dumbledore said with a helpless expression.