Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Cross-dressing is better than pica, right?

And so, Hagrid went back to spinning yarn, while Kane put on his pioneer hat and made his way back to the greenhouse.

Upon returning to the greenhouse, Kane gently pressed a button on his hat, and instantly a dense stream of information appeared on the lens of his monocle.

It can be said that this hat was created for farming. Not only can it bring the wearer a lot of knowledge about farming, but it can also allow them to see the condition of the plants, such as whether the plants are unhappy, lack water, lack fertilizer, or whether weeds are competing with them for land resources.

You can see this pioneering hat for farming.

Soon, just as Kane found two potato seeds in the greenhouse and used a tiller to clear two small plots of land, throwing the potato seeds in and fertilizing them with rain, sunshine, music, and other aids, all while waiting for a while to use these two giant potatoes to build houses for the two Mandela spirits lying dead in the sky.

A sudden gasp of cold air almost turned the greenhouse into a cold storage room.

Kane instinctively turned around and saw his Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classmates standing in the center of the greenhouse, looking at him with strange and bewildered expressions.

Kane is getting increasingly insane; he's no longer content with just wearing horns on his head, he's starting to...

It's carrying a strawberry jam jar!

Chapter 109 Hiss—If only I had money...

However, unlike the other young wizards who were just looking at Kane with curiosity, Hermione put on a mask of pain and really didn't know what to say about Kane's current state.

Forget it, are people not allowed to have their own special hobbies? These are trivial matters that don't endanger public safety or universal values, so I'll just leave them alone.

Kane steeled himself, found the little pumpkin, stuffed his pioneer hat inside, and then blended in with the others like a normal person.

Then, as a bell rang, Professor Sprout entered the greenhouse and began teaching the young wizards how to grow any plant they needed, starting with preparing the soil.

Of course, as Professor Sprout's assistant, Kane had already learned most of these things in the occasional private lessons, so Kane was able to leave the classroom and do his own thing.

For example, give two Mandelas a giant potato plantation to be their household manager.

Kane first used magic to pull down the Mandragora floating on the dome, compared their sizes, and then put on his pioneering farming hat again and began to take out various kinds of fertilizers from the corner of the greenhouse and apply them to the soil.

However, there was a small downside to this. It wasn't directed at Kane himself, but rather at the hat on Kane's head. None of the young wizards in class focused their attention on the plant in Professor Sprout's hand.

This unusual sight prompted Professor Sprout to ask, "Kane, you've changed your hat again?"

Kane turned around somewhat awkwardly: "This is a tool that allows people to see what plants need, emmm, perhaps you could give it a try?"

Professor Sprout was determined to give something that sounded impressive a try.

Seeing this, Kane quickly took off his hat and handed it to Professor Sprout. The latter had just put the hat back on when his eyes, which had been drooping due to his age, suddenly widened.

"This! This is amazing!" Professor Sprout stared in astonishment at every plant in the greenhouse. "I dreamed of having such a device in my very first herbology class when I first enrolled. Of course, I initially conceived of a pair of glasses, but my herbology and alchemy professors rejected it, saying I was daydreaming, since humans aren't plants. But you..."

At this point, Professor Sprout realized it was still class time and quickly looked apologetically at the young wizards: "Of course, we're still in class. Kane, would you mind staying for a while after class?"

"Hmm, of course not." Kane raised an eyebrow and went back to fertilize the potatoes.

Soon after class, Kane looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione with wistful eyes but didn't say anything. After all, even he himself didn't know why Professor Sprout had kept him here.

Soon, with the three of them gone, only Kane and Professor Sprout remained in the greenhouse, along with the two Mandela spirits floating in the dome.

"Is something the matter, Professor Sprout?" Kane asked Professor Sprout.

“Kane, would you be interested in publishing a paper about this pioneering agricultural hat?” Kane and Professor Sprout sat down on opposite sides of a table, on which sat the hat.

"A thesis?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that's very good, because I don't even know the principles behind it myself."

Professor Sprout shook his head: "Don't worry, Kane. Papers in the magical world don't need principles. As long as others can make this thing using the materials you used, then the paper is valuable."

"Actually, I don't know if anyone else besides me can make this thing. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, no one else besides me has ever grown those two guys."

As Kane looked up, the two Mandela Spirits shrank back somewhat timidly, even though they didn't have necks.

"How will you know if you don't try? First, write a paper, of course, under your own name. Then I'll make a doll based on your paper. If I succeed, you can publish this paper in Advanced Alchemy and Herbalism Journal, still under your own name."

After hearing Professor Sprout's suggestion, Kane instinctively shook his head to refuse. He had little motivation for promoting the progress of the magical world. Well, it wasn't that he had no motivation at all; he just really disliked wasting his time.

After all, even the Pioneer Hat, which he made himself, required the use of an alchemy engine. If he intended to publish a paper, wouldn't he need to write a paper on a science machine, a science alchemy engine, and a whole bunch of other miscellaneous things like electrical components?

Too much trouble.

However, Professor Sprout's words soon changed Kane's barren understanding.

"Once your paper is accepted, it means you have made a contribution to the advancement of the magical world. The highest reward is two hundred Galleons, and the lowest reward is fifty Galleons... Of course, even if no one else can make this hat, we can still tell people about its function. You can become wealthy just by selling hats."

"Of course I know you're not interested in this, but at your age, you have the opportunity to be richer than many adults, so why not?"

Kane's head, which had been shaking, suddenly slowed down, then the horizontal shaking suddenly turned into a diagonal shaking, and finally slowly began to shake its head up and down, well, it was nodding.

Professor Sprout successfully got him started.

Who can resist the possibility of achieving financial freedom during their student years?

Moreover, Professor Sprout is absolutely right. Even if no one can make the hat, it's just that the alchemical paper won't be accepted, and he can still make money by selling the hat.

Kane quickly began writing on the parchment. Since Professor Sprout said that the principles were not needed, Kane wrote very briefly. As for why, a compost bin, a few seeds, and a strange electronic component could be combined to make a farming hat for oxen, that was not something Kane needed to worry about.

Soon, Professor Sprout glanced at the paper. Actually, calling it a paper was more like a manufacturing instruction manual. She didn't quite understand what electronic components were, but... whatever, she had just gone to Snape's office to get a slide of a camera lens, which should also be considered an electronic component.

I also took a compost bin from the corner of the greenhouse.

Then Professor Sprout began to carefully assemble the seed, just like building Lego, following Kane's instructions—no, his thesis. Finally, he used magic to make the seed grow little by little, until the seed, like Kane's original farming hat, had thick roots that penetrated the compost bin and wrapped around the lens, turning it into the shape of a monocle.

Then a little seedling, just like Slow Sheep, popped up on top of the bucket.

It at least looks similar to Kane's official farming hat.

As Professor Sprout put it on her head, her eyes widened for a moment, then quickly lowered again.

"How is it, Professor?" Kane asked quickly upon seeing Professor Sprout's appearance.

"Half the battle is won. This hat is useful, but it still can't compare to your original one." Professor Sprout said, handing it to Kane to try on. Kane put it on and nodded silently.

It's definitely not as good as my own authentic hat. The hat's functions are very limited, almost pitifully limited. It can only show whether the plant is growing vigorously or withering.

As for whether the listlessness was due to a bad mood, lack of fertilizer, or other reasons, none of them were found.

"Hmm... at least this proves that your hat can be made and published in Advanced Alchemy. And with the paper in hand, you can sell your genuine hats more smoothly." Professor Sprout, seeing Kane's expressionless face, thought he was secretly disappointed, so he quickly wrote down the address of the editorial office of the Journal of Advanced Alchemy and Herbalism on the back of the paper.

"You'd better revise this paper more carefully, fix the typos and errors, and then publish it. Although editors aren't that picky about papers that are informative, who would refuse to go a step further if it's done a little better?"

After Professor Sprout finished speaking, he picked up the authentic hat that Kane had made: "If you don't mind, could I borrow this hat for a while? I want to go and slap my herbalism professor and alchemy professor in the face, and while I'm at it, give you some free advertising."

“My honor, Professor.” Kane picked up the parchment from his desk, stuffed it into his pocket, left the greenhouse, and headed straight for the owl shed. In the owl shed, he spent less than two minutes copying the paper again and sent it to both editorial offices.

Now all that's left is to happily wait for the Galleons to arrive in my account.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, one of the second-year students, a big mouth, spread the news that Kane was wearing a compost bin on his head to class, even though they all kept their distance from Kane's outfit.

But putting a compost bin on your head is too strange to explain; it looks odd, so I have to take a look.

Then, when they saw Kane walking into the lounge with nothing on his head except for hair, they sighed with a mixture of helplessness and disappointment.

Meanwhile, Harry, Harry, and their two friends, who were quietly playing chess and reading in the corner, also saw Kane and his enigmatic smile that he couldn't quite manage.

"What good thing happened to you this time?" Hermione asked curiously.

"It's nothing major, just two papers I just finished writing," Kane said casually, sitting on the sofa.

“Uh…” Hermione rolled her eyes slowly: “But we write that stuff every day. I just wrote a 16-foot-long paper.”

"It's different. My paper is less than two hundred words long, but it was submitted to two academic journals: Advanced Alchemy and Herbalism."

Kane's lips inevitably twisted into a "w" shape as he couldn't help but boast.

Hermione:.........

She knew that coming back from the library to rest now was a mistake... she should have waited until curfew to come back.

No, no, no, Kane goes out at night without cover every now and then. Maybe he's immersing himself in knowledge in the library, which is why he's become so outstanding.

I went to the library so that I could solve those rigid problems in the textbook more quickly and effectively.

This is fundamentally flawed; how can I contribute to the magical world like this? Although the magical world doesn't offer any reason for me to contribute.

Thinking of this, Hermione stood up quietly and looked at Harry: "Harry, can I borrow your Invisibility Cloak?"

Harry nodded and pulled Kane over to sit on the chessboard in his place: "Help me play for a bit."

Then he went back to his dorm to get Hermione's invisibility cloak.

Hermione quickly folded the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it into her pocket. She had decided that she might be able to stay in the library all day, and if conditions allowed, she might even be able to take a stroll through the restricted section.

"By the way, Kane, are you going to the library tonight? We can go together." Before leaving, Hermione was planning to bring along a friend she could learn from.

"Ah, I won't." Kane shook his head.

"So you sleep in your dorm?" Hermione asked, then suddenly realized how silly she was. What else could it be but sleeping?

Then Kane shook his head again: "No, tonight we're going to Dumbledore's place. What was it again? 'Disarm you and your throat lock.'"

Hermione: "........."

After Kane finished speaking, he realized that Hermione might be interested in this kind of private tutoring. Moreover, she had met Lockhart before, and if the two of them chatted for a while, Hermione would probably be happy to keep Lockhart's secret... Well, actually, this idea wasn't particularly reliable, but between Lockhart, a new friend he had just met, and Hermione, an old friend of more than a year, Hermione was definitely more important.

So if Lockhart really has any objections to this...

She had acted out so many scenes and embarrassed herself for Lockhart's persona, and had come up with all sorts of despicable ideas for him. If she just apologized to Lockhart properly, he should forgive her, right?

"So, do you want to come with me?" Kane tentatively invited.

"Of course!"

Chapter 110 Good News!

It was late at night, and the curfew had just ended.

Although Kane told Hermione many times that she didn't need the Invisibility Cloak, and that Dumbledore had already arranged for her to receive special treatment, and that no one would cause trouble, she had absolutely no need to hide herself with the Invisibility Cloak.

However, it's unclear what's wrong with Hermione. Does she distrust herself, Dumbledore, or Felch's eyesight? She seems to be sewn shut by the Invisibility Cloak, refusing to come out no matter what.

And so, Kane and Hermione arrived at the headmaster's office without incident. Lockhart was already seated, and the seat next to him was Kane's.

As for the cabinet behind Dumbledore's desk, it had become a whiteboard, and Dumbledore himself was smiling as he looked at Hermione, who was wearing an invisibility cloak behind Kane.

Kane smiled and gently patted Lockhart on the shoulder: "Lockhart, I have something to tell you, please forgive me first."

Lockhart nodded with wide eyes: "You've helped me so much, as long as it's not a matter of principle, I'll definitely forgive you."

“I brought an extra person this time for special treatment.” Kane said, reaching out to grab a corner of Hermione’s invisibility cloak and gently tugging at it. Together with Hermione, they put the cloak away.