Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

After he finished speaking, he touched the green leaves on the big white radish's head: "Alright, I'm going back to report now, bye-bye Hagrid."

Hagrid watched Kane's departing figure, then saw the two Mandragora demons who had already vaguely opened their eyes. He quickly slung his greatsword over his back.

They mustn't see this; it'll scare the grass.

Soon, in the infirmary, Dumbledore, Snape, Kane sitting on the hospital bed, Mrs. Norris lying on the hospital bed, and Felch, who originally had a hospital bed but was placed nearby as a statue because Kane wanted to sit on it, all gathered together.

Snape placed the Mandela juice extracted from the two Mandela bodies into a cauldron. As the color in the cauldron began to change, the potion was successfully made. The only remaining task was to boil the large cauldron down to a smaller one, until only a test tube's worth of the potion remained, which would then be given to Lady Lorris.

"Well, you did a good job, Kane. How are the two Mr. Mandelas doing?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"He's probably healing his butt right now. After all, it was my first time using a deformable needle, so it was a bit rough. I forgot to make a cutting edge on the needle," Kane said somewhat awkwardly.

"Hmm... I hope they're all doing well," Dumbledore said, raising an eyebrow.

Soon, as the potion in the cauldron was finished, Snape sprinkled it directly on Lady Lorris.

The next moment, after Mrs. Lorris returned to normal, she started panting and almost jumped onto the ceiling, but Dumbledore caught her with magic.

"Okay, listen to me, I need to see something..."

Dumbledore held Mrs. Lorris, stroking her fur while looking into her eyes, and finally, he understood.

“It’s a basilisk,” he said quietly.

Chapter 116 Lu Ping

"Basilisk?" Snape frowned.

"I remember the basilisk doesn't petrify life forms, it just kills them, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Kane: "Well, perhaps we've discovered a new characteristic of the Basilisk. If you see the Basilisk through optical reflection, such as its reflection in water on the ground, you won't die, but you'll be petrified."

After he finished speaking, he placed Mrs. Lorris on Felch's head.

“I think it’s necessary to hold a meeting with the young wizards now, after we’ve made glasses that can protect against the basilisk’s eyes,” Dumbledore said, looking at Kane.

Do you have any ideas?

Kane's solution... of course there is one. Although the glasses he saw in the Eternal Realm were all incredibly ugly and abstract, glasses in the real world aren't necessarily bad either. They simply reduce damage through optical reflection, which is just a matter of putting together a few mirrors at a Muggle factory.

“I need to go back to the Muggle world,” Kane suddenly said.

"Hmm... Shall I send you to Germany?"

"No need, just find any machine shop to drop it off for me."

"A machine shop..." Dumbledore sat in his seat, tapping his knuckles absently. Hmm, he actually knew a wizard who made a living in a place like that...

Because he couldn't find any decent work in the wizarding world.

"Severus, are you ready to leave?" Dumbledore suddenly asked Snape, who was standing to the side.

"Hmm." Snape knew Dumbledore was about to say something impolite or that he didn't want to hear, so it was best for him to leave, otherwise he might hear something he didn't want to hear...

After Severus left, Dumbledore pulled a map from under his desk: "Let me think, the factory should be here... um, right here, Monte Technical Manufacturing Plant. Go inside this factory and find a man named Remus Lupin; he'll help you."

"Is he the owner of this factory?" Kane asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't know about that, but I asked him before, and he said he's doing well at this manufacturing plant, so he should be able to help you."

As Dumbledore spoke, he cast a spell on Kane, creating a small arrow that only he could see in front of him. This arrow pointed in the direction of the factory. He also gave Kane a magical name card of Remus Lupin, which, once there, would simply be flicked to let the owner of the name card know that someone was looking for him.

"Then I'll go now." Kane said, pulling the broom out of the little pumpkin's mouth, and without saying another word, he flew out of the principal's office.

Dumbledore remained calmly seated. Lupin was a man of his word and his actions; he said he was doing well, and he probably really was, able to help Kane and Hogwarts.

Okay, I'm relieved.

Shortly after, in the suburbs of London, Kane landed and stuffed the broom back into the little pumpkin's belly. Then, carrying the little pumpkin on his back, he headed towards the factory emitting black smoke not far away.

From the outside, this factory looks like a complete sweatshop. To put it another way, Lupin, whom Dumbledore was talking about, should also be a despicable capitalist, the kind who should be hung from a lamppost.

Soon, after Kane walked into the factory gate, took out the business card from his pocket, flicked it, and sat on the stone platform by the roadside, waiting for a stretch Lincoln or Cadillac to suddenly drive out of the factory and pick him up.

Half an hour later, no car came out to greet Dumbledore's messenger. Instead, a scruffy-bearded man in a worn and oily work uniform sat next to him, peering around as if waiting for something.

"Hey, uncle? What are you doing here?" Kane asked quietly.

"Waiting for someone," the middle-aged man replied politely as he turned around.

For some reason, a thought suddenly occurred to Kane, perhaps...

To confirm his suspicion, he suddenly asked, "Did someone call you?"

"Oh, no, I don't have one. I can't afford a phone, but I'll let you know if anyone needs to contact me," the man said politely.

"Emmm..." Kane slowly took the business card out of his pocket. Before flicking it, he even used his magical vision to clearly see the moment the business card was flicked, a magical wave emanated from it and connected to the uncle next to him.

The man also saw the business card he had given Dumbledore when he replied to his letter earlier, and the two of them gasped at the same time.

But in the end, Kane spoke first, saying what he wanted to say: "Didn't you say you were doing well in the Muggle world?"

Lu Ping blushed slightly: "I have food and lodging here, and I can choose my own time off each month. I'm really living a good life."

Kane silently stroked his chin: "Are you a Squib?"

"My grades were pretty good when I was in school," Lu Ping defended himself.

"Hmm... so how did you get to where you are?" Kane knew it might be impolite, but he really wanted to ask.

"Due to some unforeseen circumstances, let's get back to business. I only gave this business card to Dumbledore. Is there anything he needs my help with?"

Kane pursed his lips; in truth, he no longer knew whether Mr. Lupin could still help.

"Well... there's a little problem at Hogwarts right now. A magical creature that can petrify people with its gaze is hiding inside Hogwarts," Kane began, half-jokingly explaining.

"His eyes are petrified... I've never seen such a magical animal before."

“Right, I’ve never seen it either, but through optical reflection, I’ve seen that kind of gaze can reflect damage back, so we need some kind of optical reflective goggles... To be honest, I thought you were the owner here, but now…” Kane glanced at Lupin, whose clothes and demeanor gave off a slightly shabby and aggrieved air…

He suddenly felt a little unsure.

When Lu Ping heard this, he waved his hand dismissively, saying that he had worked in the factory for so long and knew the basic procedures.

Soon, as Lupin began to go through the procedures, Kane looked at the person walking in front and really felt that this person was somewhat reliable.

Yes, at least it was a smooth ride all the way.

When it came time to pay, Kane watched as Lupin pulled out his meager pounds from his pitiful wallet, and he suddenly regretted it.

Chapter 117 Dumbledore's Vault

He shouldn't have come alone; he should have brought Lockhart along.

That guy doesn't know much, but he has a lot of Galleons and pounds.

The entire Hogwarts community, including students, professors, and a few non-staff members, numbered less than three hundred. Lupin practically pulled the coin that had accidentally gotten stuck in his shoe out of the room.

Kane was practically sneaking off to the toilet to melt down Galleons, intending to give the factory's finances a little taste of medieval metal trading.

After finally getting out of the office, Kane even asked for a receipt, intending to go back to Dumbledore for reimbursement. Lupin, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed. He was indeed short of money, but he felt a bit awkward about asking Dumbledore for reimbursement.

However, at Kane's insistence, he eventually handed over his copy of the invoice.

After all, making money is really too difficult.

Kane, meanwhile, waved the two receipts in the air, feeling incredibly pleased with himself. He had only spent one expense, but he could get two reimbursements, meaning he had essentially made a profit.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky and felt that the sky had become even bluer.

Now all I need to do is wait for the goggles to be made, and then I can be a Lalamove driver and retrieve them myself, and there won't be any problems.

After returning to Hogwarts, Kane knocked on Dumbledore's office door.

Reimbursement is necessary at all times; you can't skip it.

And Dumbledore's answer...

"Why don't you go talk to Professor McGonagall..."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, he sensed a very strong resentment emanating from Kane. In the end, Kane took the key to the Gringotts vault of the Dumbledore family out of his pocket.

"Go ahead and take as much as you need." Dumbledore handed the keys to Kane and then said, "Remus Lupin, have you seen him? How is he doing?"

"Just an ordinary guy, working as a manufacturing worker in some factory. And he seems to get along well with his colleagues. It's very convenient and quick for him to go to any department, except when it comes to paying." Kane said casually.

"Hmm, I thought he was living a very good life. You really should read the letters he wrote to me; he's praising himself to the skies." Dumbledore smiled wryly and pulled an old envelope from under his desk, changed the date on it, and handed it to Kane.

"When you see him again, please give this to him for me."

Kane took the envelope and raised an eyebrow: "A contract for Defense Against the Dark Arts class next year... I thought he was your friend or junior. He even dug out the money from under his shoe insoles to help you, and you're just going to rip him off like this?"

"In fact, as long as he himself is alright, the curse will only make him leave Hogwarts, and there won't be any danger. So please do me this favor, Kane. And I guarantee that if he agrees, you won't be disappointed in Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester." Dumbledore said, waving his hand at Kane, clearly indicating that he was being seen off.

“Okay.” Kane shrugged and left the principal’s office, returning to the common room.

The common room was more crowded than usual, because of Felch's petrification and the Slytherin heir lurking in the shadows. Most people stayed in the common room unless they had a reason to go out.

Even Hermione, after borrowing two books from the library, returned to the common room to pass the time in the noisy environment, instead of reading in the library while keeping an eye out for any unknown Slytherin heirs who might suddenly appear from the corner.

Fortunately, the little corner where the four of them were was small enough, secluded enough, and quiet enough that even though the rest room was almost full now, the little corner still only had the four of them.

Hermione looked at Kane, who was whistling and weighing a gleaming gold ring in his hand, and raised her eyebrows curiously: "Were you not here just now because you opened a vault?"

Kane raised an eyebrow as he looked at the key in his hand: "You've reminded me that I also need to open the vault today."

“What if this key isn’t your vault…” Harry suddenly remembered something and touched his pocket.

“Although I have a criminal record, Harry, you really don’t have to think of me as shameless. This is Dumbledore’s vault. I’ll go take a look later.”

Hermione leaned back on the small sofa and suddenly clicked her tongue. She shouldn't have asked.

Instead of asking Kane which person he stole a vault from, it would be more worthwhile to take a good look at the pure-blood lineage chart of the wizarding world and find out which surname is most likely to be the Slytherin heir.

Why are there no Heath surnames among these pure-blood surnames?

Is this the legendary Magic 404 power...? Hiss... terrifying...

It's also possible that the Heath family isn't truly pure-blooded; after all, of the twenty-eight pure-blood families in the books, only the Weasleys seem to be on the rise, while the others are practically on the verge of collapse...

So, does this mean the Heath family intermarries with pure-blood wizards or Muggle wizards? Is that why they are so powerful?

I'm so scared.