Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Lockhart's eyes widened even more, as if he were racking his brains to think of a reason to choose from.

Hermione looked at Lockhart with curiosity, wondering why Professor Lockhart would be in such a basic course.

Kane offered Lockhart an excuse: "Because true masters often have the heart of apprentices, just like Dumbledore. I remember seeing him reading Beedle the Bard's Tales before bed."

Dumbledore nodded readily. "Yes, that's quite good. Miss Granger, please have a seat. We'll begin class soon."

As Dumbledore spoke, he waved his wand, and an identical chair materialized next to Kane.

The three sat in a row like a group of elementary school students, while Dumbledore had temporarily left, presumably to prepare something.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lockhart pulled a parchment notebook from his pocket: "I've taken back that Infinite Records notebook you were eyeing."

Hermione, who had been keeping her eyes down and contemplating her own thoughts, suddenly broke down and turned sharply to look at Kane and Lockhart.

She said that a couple of days ago, Cade from Hufflepuff was crying while eating. When she went over to ask, she found out that his laptop had been confiscated, and she was speechless for a while. Luckily, she helped him to cause trouble for Lockhart.

As a result, these two guys set up a trap for someone, confiscated the notebook, and it ended up in Kane's pocket.

Eh~

Soon, Dumbledore came out of the room, and Kane realized that Dumbledore had forgotten to take the chalk.

Although writing on the blackboard with magic is more convenient, perhaps it's because using chalk feels more natural.

As Dumbledore's calm, magnetic voice rang out, knowledge flowed into their heads like water through their ears, and then, under Dumbledore's supervision, began to be put into practice directly.

Although Lockhart felt a surge of tension with Hermione watching him cast the spell, it was like the last second of a green light at a traffic intersection—difficult, but he still managed to get through.

As the practice ended, the knowledge in my head, which was like water, suddenly froze, and it's unlikely to fall out now.

"Well, overall, the first lesson was very successful." Dumbledore smiled as he looked at the three young wizards opposite him. Two of them were like the rising sun, and the other was a prodigal son who had returned home.

I am truly a good principal.

"Hmm, then we'll be going." Kane said, turning to leave the headmaster's office with the other two, when Dumbledore suddenly coughed: "Hey, Kane, have you forgotten something?"

Kane looked puzzled. What could he have forgotten? Then he saw Dumbledore pick up a small, exquisite cauldron from under his desk.

Ah, I was planning to make Dumbledore a soothing tea so he could try my cooking, but I forgot, I forgot.

"You guys go ahead, I have something to do." Kane said goodbye to Hermione and Lockhart with an awkward smile.

Lohart nodded, while Hermione, hidden beneath the invisibility cloak, wore an expression of certainty; they still had some extra lessons to learn.

But then I thought, I've already gotten all this extra help by taking advantage of others, it would be impolite to ask for more. Kane has already been a very good friend.

With that thought, Hermione turned and left the headmaster's office.

"Well, it's a pity that mandrakes only mature and are edible for a period of time each year, just like the ephemeral beauty of the night-blooming cereus," Dumbledore said with some disappointment.

"Not entirely. My Mandrake, which I've transformed with Shadow, doesn't have that limitation anymore. You can collect tens of thousands of Mandrakes, enough for you for a while," Kane said as he rummaged through the little pumpkin for Forget-Me-Not.

"Kane, has anyone ever said you're very good with words? Life is only 30,000 days long, how long do you expect me to live?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Um...no." Kane perfectly avoided the awkward question. After all, he wouldn't ask an old man how many days he had left to live—such a hellish question.

Soon, a forget-me-not found a honey jar at Dumbledore's place, put two spoonfuls of honey in it, and finally filled it with water.

The former principals, whose names were already hanging on the wall, were just secretly watching this scene. But when some of the principals, who had been professors of potions, saw that Kane's cauldron automatically transformed those things into something similar to a potion, and that for some unknown reason, a cup automatically grew out of the cauldron.

In an instant, the principals' eyes widened, almost breaking through from two-dimensional to three-dimensional. They all wanted to jump out of the picture frame and have a showdown with Kane, asking him what he had done to the cute little cauldron with his abstract and bizarre talent!

Dumbledore took the tea and drank it all in one gulp: "Thank you so much, Kane. This tea is very effective. I need to go get some sleep now."

Dumbledore stood up, patted Kane on the shoulder, and swayed as he walked toward the bedroom inside.

Just as Kane was about to leave, he strangely saw a layer of transparent magic membrane appear on the wall that displayed portraits of past principals.

He gently poked it with his wand, puncturing it, and almost instantly, wave after wave of historical and potion-related terms, like the trash talk Snape roared out a hundred years ago, suddenly drilled into Kane's ears.

"Holy crap!" Kane dashed out of the headmaster's office, while Dumbledore, who had finally managed to fall asleep in the headmaster's bedroom, was left speechless: "???...."

Kane rubbed his ears as he returned to his dorm room, lay down on his bed, and fell asleep.

The next day, Kane sat up in bed, stretched, then lined up to wash up, met up with his friends in the lounge, and went to the auditorium for breakfast.

However, as a flock of owls rushed in through the hall window, two heavy bags of Galleons fell from the sky, smashing the plate in front of Kane.

Along with it came a paper crane that Professor Sprout flew over.

He raised an eyebrow after unfolding the origami crane. Good news!

Chapter 111 Hermione, lost in thought

"What good news?" Hermione leaned closer to take a look.

"I'll just go ask Professor Sprout about the good news, even though I roughly know what it is."

With that, Kane stuffed two fried eggs into his mouth, wiped his mouth, and left the Great Hall, jogging towards the greenhouse.

Hermione, meanwhile, began stroking her chin. If Kane considered it good news... it couldn't be a small matter...

That shouldn't be the case. I didn't see it in the news.

Inside the greenhouse, Professor Sprout leisurely swung in a deckchair, holding a stack of letters—or rather, a deposit. He had never looked so happy before.

I still remember the expressions on my herbalism and alchemy professors' faces when they put on the pioneer hats of farming. It's just a pity I didn't bring a camera to capture a beautiful memory for them.

Professor Sprout was still savoring the amused expressions on his two professors' faces when Kane pushed open the door and walked in.

"Ah, Kane, come and see this. Did you know your paper passed?" Professor Sprout said, sitting up straight in his recliner.

I didn't receive a letter, but I did receive two bags of Galleons, which I think are probably royalties for the accepted paper.

Kane sat down opposite Sprout as he spoke, while Professor Sprout shook his head: "Not only that, there's also this."

Professor Sprout handed Kane more than a dozen letters: “These are from some herbalists I know who ordered your Farming Pioneer Hat. Here are their addresses and magic checks. You can redeem them at Gringotts.”

Kane took the letters and quickly stuffed them into his pocket, then suddenly felt he needed to ask about the price of the hat.

After all, this hat, though not particularly valuable—just a latrine bucket, a few seeds, and maybe a piece of gold for electrical components—should sell for at least seventy Galleons.

Professor Sprout looked at Kane with the eyes of someone looking at a child: "You're mistaken, Kane. You underestimate the wealth of those Potions Masters, you underestimate me, and you underestimate your hat even more."

Kane, the little boy, held up one finger: "One hundred Galleons?"

Professor Sprout slowly extended two fingers.

"One hundred and twenty?"

“Two hundred Galleons! Kane, no need to be so surprised. Intelligence and monopoly are worth that much.” Professor Sprout said with great pleasure, having not seen such a talented young wizard in many years.

Kane, on the other hand, momentarily lost his composure.

Hmm... ten letters... two hundred gallons each, that's two thousand gallons. After deducting the amount I exchange gold gallons for gold bullion, I should still have fifteen hundred gallons left...

So, he'd suddenly become a wealthy young wizard, a Dalit among Dalits, a Karami among Karamis, with 1,500 Galleons in his hands? While that amount of money might not seem like much to established pure-blood wizards, it should be enough to buy him two properties in the wizarding and Muggle worlds...

Kane stared blankly at the two Mandela monsters rolling around inside Dumbledore's protective shield in the sky.

It's kind of... kind of fun, what's going on?

Professor Sprout didn't say anything when he saw Kane's state, and didn't disturb Kane from enjoying his wonderful life.

After all, he was only twelve years old. If he had two thousand Galleons at the age of twelve, he would probably have fainted from happiness.

After some time, Kane slowly emerged from his flow state of enjoying the bright future and watched as Professor Sprout began to struggle with whether he should find a godmother or something... Sure enough, he decided to find a godmother.

Since I'm an orphan and Professor Sprout is unmarried, I want to take care of her in her old age!

Just as Kane was about to take action, the field where he had planted potatoes suddenly began to shake.

Professor Sprout looked over with a puzzled expression, then, finding it odd, put his pioneering hat on his head and examined it closely.

That's strange. Let me take another look while wearing a hat.

The information in the hat indicated that the potato was ripening... So Professor Sprout couldn't help but ask, why would the ripening of such an ordinary potato cause such a strange, earthquake-like tremor?

Unlike Professor Sprout, Kane now roughly understood why. Sure enough, two or three seconds later, a giant potato rumbled out of the map, followed by a second, a third, a fourth...

Almost every potato was the size of Hagrid's hut, and the greenhouse dome...

Well, since that field was close to the greenhouse glass, the greenhouse's glass dome inevitably shattered once again.

On the other hand, Professor Sprout, wearing a pioneer's hat, is different; this scene is neither scientific nor magical.

Although I know Kane has some amazing abilities, can a human really grow crops that are larger than the land itself?

While Hagrid can create gigantic crops, the largest they can grow is no taller than his calf. These potatoes, on the other hand, are comparable in size to Hagrid's hut...

Could it be that the roots of these four potatoes have already climbed from the greenhouse to the forbidden forest or even the direction of Black Lake?

It's weird, take another look.

I took off my pioneer hat and put it back on, but it was still the same...

Herbalism is no longer relevant, but it's not bad. Although Kane grew these four giant potatoes, at least they are still dead. If they were like those two Mandela demons in the sky, four potato demons this big, I really can't imagine what kind of disaster would befall my poor greenhouse.

Meanwhile, Kane had already used Shadow Blade to cut a neat opening in the greenhouse, and then used Levitation Spell to make the four large potatoes fly into the sky.

He turned back to Professor Sprout: "Professor, would you like to keep one of these potatoes?"

Sprout hesitated for less than a second before nodding vigorously: "Of course!"

Kane slowly placed one of the largest potatoes on the open ground of the greenhouse, then floated the remaining three potatoes out. Finally, the shadow beneath his feet twisted and turned into a dark hand that grabbed the two Mandela Spirits in the sky and pulled them to the ground.

"Professor, where are these two big white radishes?" Kane immediately realized he'd asked a silly question. The greenhouse would soon be teaching about mandrake, and leaving these two radishes here to observe the herbalism class...

Who knows, one day you might breathe directly on someone and get punched twice by some little wizard until you're kneeling and dragged home to be made into Mandela soup.

Therefore, for the sake of classroom tranquility and the safety and peace of mind of both Mandela spirits, it would be better to take them to Hagrid.

Professor Sprout shared Kane's opinion; after all, the idea of ​​pulling their fellow mandrakes out of their pots and placing them elsewhere, or even hanging them on racks to dry and die in the sun, and finally slicing them up, was far too bizarre for the mandrakes.

Soon, Kane, carrying three large potatoes and two wriggling mandrakes, passed through a large group of young wizards who were watching him, and finally arrived at Hagrid's hut with a scalp as hard as iron.

Hagrid, still spinning yarn in his hut, intending to knit a cushion, felt that it was getting dark.

Then he looked up.

Oh, it's not that it's getting dark, it's that Kane has arrived.

Kane held the Mandela and the three potatoes firmly in the air with his Shadow, then went into Hagrid's hut to discuss whether Hagrid could accept his two lovely new neighbors.

Hagrid is fine, as long as his two new neighbors aren't afraid of being bitten by his own Yaya, who sees him as a walking white radish.