Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Kane quickly controlled the shadows to release the two potatoes and the two mandrakes. One of the potatoes was a gift from Kane to Hagrid, and the other was for the mandrakes to live in.

Well, in general, although we don't know if these two Mandela spirits will have baby Mandelas, but what if they do? It wouldn't be a problem if these harmless little white radishes had more children; they're not like those eight-eyed giant spiders deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Kane bent down and rummaged inside the little pumpkin's mouth, then took out the two carving knives that had spawned on his bed during the last Halloween and handed them to the Mandela Spirit, telling them to carve their own houses.

Kane, of course, took the last big potato that belonged to him back to his bedroom.

Although I don't know what use this thing is to me, it's... very meaningful.

After successfully bringing the potato back to his dorm room using the shrinking and enlarging spells, he used the Shadow Blade to cut out a small workshop inside and stuffed all the scientific machines, spirit particle decomposers, and other similar devices that he had previously casually placed in the corner of his dorm room into it.

It's thanks to the fact that Hogwarts' three-person dorm rooms are big enough. If it were a four-person, six-person, eight-person, or twelve-person dorm... honestly, no dorm room would be as nice as living in a potato.

After waxing the workshop inside and out, Kane yawned, thinking it was time to do his part for his little family.

Soon, in the afternoon, Harry returned from Quidditch training, and Ron finally escaped the clutches of his two brothers. Only Hermione was left; she was probably still in the Hogwarts library, probably engrossed in something.

Hey, what's so great about this? It's not that serious. The magic world is a vast untapped market right now. With a little effort, you can make a name for yourself. I don't understand Lord Scroll's thinking.

In the end, Kane, still thinking that everyone should make money together, went to the library to find Hermione. However, Hermione stared at him with eyes that looked like she hadn't slept for three days and three nights. After a moment of mental blankness, Kane slowly shook his head: "No, I don't think I'm that short of money."

Of course, her true thoughts weren't what Hermione said. After all, when Kane talked about making money, Hermione heard a completely different interpretation...

For example... Kane, dressed in a wizard's robe woven entirely with gold thread, suddenly burst into the library. Just as Mrs. Pince was about to remind Kane to be quiet, she was suddenly struck down by a killing curse that came from behind her. The Aurors arrived at the scene in just three seconds and ultimately determined that Mrs. Pince had committed suicide.

Then Kane extended an invitation to Hermione: "Come on, my dear friend, let's burn Diagon Alley to ashes together, and then let the residents of Diagon Alley take our match money. It doesn't have to be much, just a few hundred or a thousand Galleons each will be enough."

Hermione certainly didn't expect Kane's true plan to unfold this way, but recalling how he and Lockhart had teamed up to steal Cade's precious notebook...

Emmm, she genuinely felt that the plan wasn't right for her.

Kane didn't say anything, only reminding Hermione to rest and not to die suddenly in the library before leaving.

Hermione glanced at the library exit and saw Kane's retreating figure.

So was that... a threat?

Of course not, Kane was really just concerned about Hermione.

Soon, Kane returned to his dormitory. Harry and Ron had already prepared the materials he needed: a potty and a furnace for melting Galleons. Then, with Ron looking on with a tearful expression, Kane put about a handful of Galleons into the furnace and melted them down to a fist-sized gold nugget, which was then made into an electrical component and placed aside.

Next, seeds were put into the compost bin, and finally, after Kane demonstrated his superpowers, a pioneering farming hat was made.

Then Harry would take them to the owlhouse and distribute them, and the cycle would repeat itself.

A week later, after all ten Pioneer Hats had been distributed, Kane received the final payment a few days later. The three of them were humming a little tune about dividing the money in the corner of the lounge as they spread the Gallon checks out on the table.

Brothers should share both hardship and prosperity. Besides, they weren't just freeloading. After all, if Kane had to choose to fetch a bucket and dig up that stinky cow dung himself, only to end up with all the strange looks from the school's junior wizards as he carried it back to his dorm...

Kane felt he couldn't withstand the strange looks, so Haro and the other two were fully worthy of these Galleons for their efforts.

“These two hundred Galleons are yours!” Kane handed Ron two checks for one hundred Galleons each.

“These two hundred gallons are yours.” Kane then handed Harry two more checks for one hundred gallons each.

"As for the remaining 1,100 Galleons, they're mine." Kane happily tied up the remaining Galleons and stroked them as if cutting a deck of cards.

It feels pretty good.

"What are you guys doing? Playing Monopoly?" Hermione suddenly appeared in the corner and asked curiously. After all, she had been curling her hair for so long that it was starting to fall out, so she really needed to relax.

"If you're playing Monopoly, include me!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly as she sat down on the sofa.

“No, we were really dividing the money just now,” Ron said in a very funny voice.

???

"Are they really dividing up the money?" Hermione frowned. "Did I hear that right?"

Harry shook his head: "You heard right, Galleons."

Hermione crossed her arms and fell into deep thought...

Chapter 112 The Missing Neville

"...You guys really went to rob Gringotts?"

Hermione was a little confused. She had just returned from the Great Hall, and the Daily Prophet hadn't even mentioned getting a copy...

The corners of Kaiharo's and the other two's mouths twitched uncontrollably. What should they say?

"Of course not, this is the money we earned from selling hats!"

Ron, who had finally managed to accumulate a large sum of money but was nearly suffocated by Hermione's accusations that the money was tainted, quickly defended himself.

"The hat...it's not the one you guys made from a compost bin, is it?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Kane nodded.

"So, the money-making plan I was talking about was selling hats?" Hermione continued.

"What else did you think it was?"

Hermione was so embarrassed that she kept touching her nose, chin, forehead, and lips, as if her whole face was scratching.

There's no other reason than it was just too embarrassing.

“So this money…” Kane took out the 1,100 Galleons check he was still holding. He regretted not rounding it up, perhaps by giving away another 100.

Hermione quickly shook her head: "No, no, I didn't work with you guys, I can't take this money."

"One hundred Galleons for everyone who sees it." Kane thought Hermione was just being polite, but Hermione ran off in a flash.

Kane put the money back in his pocket and shrugged at Harry and Ron.

What is Hermione doing... I don't understand.

The next time I saw Hermione was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class the following day. Perhaps Lockhart and Dumbledore had colluded on some details of the class during this time. Although their magical reserves were still insufficient, at least the quality of the class was getting better and better.

Unfortunately, Lockhart is a bit too proud to be praised. Whenever he has a great success in teaching, he always rewards himself with a "cool lesson," which means he leads the young wizards to perform the plot of his book.

As for the great stage director, after each performance, without exception, every young wizard would scold Lockhart, including Kane. This scolding made Lockhart behave, and he would rush to Dumbledore for extra lessons. After the lessons, he would have another great success, and then reward himself with another stage play, and so on.

Kane, however, unknowingly acquired some strange responsibilities, such as grading all the homework from first to third grade...

Later, out of sheer curiosity, I asked around and found out that I had been appointed as the class representative for both first and second grade without even realizing it. This wasn't right... this was very wrong.

However, considering that he sometimes went to Lockhart's office to rummage through some of the treasures Lockhart had confiscated, having this class representative position wasn't bad at all; it could serve as a kind of disguise, so he didn't say anything.

Moreover, he wasn't the only class representative; there was another one in the third year. Of course, that class representative mainly helped Lockhart write back to his enthusiastic fans.

As for class representatives and homework assignments for fourth grade and above...

Well, none of them. Lockhart is very cunning and doesn't assign homework for fourth graders and above. This has temporarily restored his human status among the older students. After all, although Lockhart can still fool the younger wizards, he is struggling with the older students' courses.

Some spells, even those cast by junior wizards, are better than his. Apart from the Forgetfulness Charm, almost all the upperclassmen, and even some professors who are not specialists in memory, cannot match Lockhart's deep understanding of the Forgetfulness Charm.

So while the upperclassmen may not think much of Lockhart, they don't exactly hate him either. At least, he's quite skilled with the Oblivion Charm, better than Quirrell from the previous semester. When it comes to questions about the Oblivion Charm, Lockhart can really give you a lot of useful information.

Most importantly, Lockhart knew he was a mediocre student, so he didn't assign homework. In class, he would just stand on the podium and boast about his own adventures, and he didn't restrain the little wizards from their misbehavior during his lessons.

If last year's Quirrell was like chocolate filled with dung, making you decide to get closer, only to be overwhelmed by the stench, yet still unable to bear the outer layer of chocolate, it was disgusting to eat but a pity to throw away.

Lockhart then used just the first two class periods of the semester to clearly tell them that when it comes to teaching older students, he's like a not-too-stinky pile of manure. He won't emit any odor to disturb their self-study or reduce their study time, and they won't be tempted by Lockhart. In short, it's enough for them to stay far away from each other and keep their distance.

Well, Lockhart actually decided to keep to himself and avoid conflict with these upperclassmen after listening to their advice. After all, Dumbledore was right; Lockhart didn't have much fighting ability. If he really annoyed the upperclassmen, he could use magic to beat them to their knees and then secretly throw them into the centaur camp deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Lockhart is in for a lot of trouble. It's not like other professors have gone through this before. There have been predecessors, and it's likely that others will follow suit.

Time passed day by day, until the day before Halloween. After dinner, Kane yawned and headed toward Lockhart's office.

Lockhart finally found an opportunity to confiscate the shorthand quill he had wanted, and now he has to go pick up the package.

It's so wonderful!

Kane soon arrived at Professor Lockhart's office, knocked symbolically on the door, and then pushed it open and went inside.

Lockhart's greatest pastime each day is sitting at his desk reading some strange fan mail, like right now.

Kane walked up behind him and glanced at him: "By the way, why do you... enjoy reading these letters from your readers so much?"

"Perhaps it's a common problem for all writers? After all, writing books doesn't involve much social interaction. Although I have a lot of social interaction now, in the early days when my books weren't famous, my social interaction was really just a few letters from fans every day. Whether they praised me, criticized me, or pointed out my mistakes, I cherished them all."

"So I still have this habit now."

After Lockhart finished speaking, he put down the reader's letter, bent down, and took out a huge cardboard box from under his desk. These were all the good things he had recently confiscated.

Kane is free to pick and choose, and if he wants, he can take it all by the box.

Kane simply picked out the quill pen, and then very discerningly selected a few other items to give to Harry and the others later. In addition to these, he also specifically chose a small item that could be considered a dark magic tool: a black and yellow cat's eye ring that could be opened and closed at will.

After submitting his work to Advanced Alchemy, he received a royalty of 170 Galleons and was also granted a lifetime free subscription to Advanced Alchemy.

This little thing was something I saw in advanced alchemy. It was an interesting little thing made by an Egyptian alchemist called the Eye of Medusa. If an enemy sees this thing for more than five seconds, he will be petrified. It can be used ten times. Each time it is used, a crack will appear. After ten cracks appear, the entire ring will shatter.

Judging from this cat's eye ring, it seems to have never been worn before, which is quite nice.

It was only recently approved by the British Ministry of Magic, and was only allowed to be put on the shelves after it was confirmed that there would be no irreversible damage.

Kane could give this little thing to Neville, so that if he encounters other young wizards who bully others in the future, he won't be completely helpless.

The evolution from a punching bag that everyone can hit twice to a cactus that you can still hit if you want, but you might get hurt yourself, is a huge improvement.

"Is this all you want? Don't you want to look around? Do you have anything else good? Like this notebook? You might like it." Lockhart said, taking a black notebook out of the box.

"Hmm...this notebook looks familiar. Could it be Ginny Weasley's?" Kane asked instinctively when he saw the notebook.

"Yes, you are good friends with the Weasleys, but it's not that I have a problem with them. It's just that last month Ginny used this notebook to break another young wizard's nose. It was confiscated as a weapon. Of course, if you mind, you can take the notebook back to her."

As he spoke, Lockhart picked up the notebook and was about to hand it to Kane.

The latter took the notebook and flicked the cover with his finger: "A used notebook in a second-hand bookstore is worth no more than five nut, and it's not worth much. Besides, it's been a month, and Ginny has probably already bought a new notebook. Giving this back to her would be a bit of a waste."

After saying that, Kane put the notebook back on Lockhart's desk: "You could write your lesson plans, or... draw a self-portrait or something."

"Ah~ Would you like it? If you do, I might be able to give you an oil painting." Lockhart said excitedly.

Kane quickly waved his hand: "Seriously, no need, there's no need for that, really."

"Hmm... alright then, but I think it's still very necessary to draw a self-portrait. Let me think, which reader should I send it to first?" Lockhart picked up a quill pen from the table, opened the notebook in front of him, and began to brainstorm ideas.

"Hmm, happy drawing." Kane said, then left Lockhart's office and returned to the Gryffindor common room. After distributing the gifts he had picked out for Harry and the others, he went back to the dormitory floor to look for Neville, only to find that... Neville... was missing.

"I hope nothing bad happens," Kane frowned, worried that he might be bullied by some other young wizards and secretly locked in that strange classroom.

This kind of scenario was all too familiar to Neville, and Kane and his companions were practically experts at it, since they had found Neville by accident during many of their nighttime outings.