Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Kane achieved the feat of evacuating a million people simply by strolling around Hagrid's house, but unfortunately, he was still missing one thing.

"So you really don't have any skin shed by African tree snakes here?"

Hagrid shook his head apologetically: "Really, no. I'm sorry, Kane. African tree snakes can only survive healthily after shedding their skin by eating it. Although I've seen them before, I didn't choose to take their skin; that would be too cruel."

Kane nodded. He could see that Hagrid hadn't even actively collected materials about the magical creatures; most of the materials were given to Hagrid by the magical creatures themselves.

For example, unicorn fur, or two-horned horns, and for a race like the African tree snake that can only survive by eating its own skin, it would be really strange if Hagrid had such a thing in his house.

After all, Hagrid isn't that kind of person.

But at the other extreme of Hogwarts Hagrid, Professor Snape was completely different.

It would be strange if he didn't have African tree snake skin in his office.

After all, Snape wasn't that kind of person.

Kane quickly returned to the common room, first handing over all the materials he had collected to Hermione, and then, to Hermione's surprise, borrowing the Invisibility Cloak from Harry.

In that instant, Hermione seemed to see a light in her eyes. Of course, this light was not Kane, nor anyone else who might be associated with light, but Snape.

Who would have thought that Snape, who was usually so inhuman, would turn out to be Hogwarts' last shred of conscience and bottom line at this crucial moment?

I, Hermione, call you the Light of Hogwarts.

Unlike Hermione, who was immersed in the light of Hogwarts, Kane had already started working.

As he slipped into Snape's office through the open skylight, wearing an invisibility cloak, he tiptoed past Snape, who was brewing potions at his workbench, and quietly grabbed a handful of African tree snake skin from the materials shelf. Just as he was about to return the way he came, Snape suddenly spoke.

"Get me two dung stones, and be quick. If those two dung stones turn into something edible in your hands, you're dead."

Kane: "..."

Danger!!!

Chapter 127 This little wizard is eating quite well

In an instant, Kane chose to run away at top speed rather than help Snape retrieve the dung heap.

There's no way around it, who knows why Snape was able to see through the Invisibility Cloak's disguise so easily?

He quickly placed the two stones of dung next to Snape, who then used magic to crush them into powder and put them into a cauldron, thus creating a fresh potion.

Kane raised an eyebrow. He genuinely felt that he could start running away now. After all, Snape had asked him to help get the potion ingredients, which he had done. So, running away now shouldn't be unforgivable, right?

Just as he was about to take action, Snape immediately took action, accurately locating Kane's position and, by estimating his height, grabbing the Invisibility Cloak on top of his head and yanking it off.

"Hello, Professor." Kane grinned at Snape. This was because he knew that Harry's invisibility cloak was given to him by Harry's father. If he didn't know, he would have thought that the invisibility cloak was passed down by Snape.

"Put the snakeskin back, and then you can leave." Snape didn't say much when he saw Kane, perhaps thanking Kane for avoiding him in class this year and not causing any trouble or testing his fragile nerves.

So let's handle it gently this time.

“Okay…” Kane nodded and walked toward the window on his own.

“I said, put the African tree snake skin back.”

Kane, who was crawling towards the windowsill, suddenly stopped: "Professor, how about I buy it with Galleons?"

“Gryffindor loses five points.” Snape didn’t respond, just kept deducting points.

Just as Kane was pondering the odds of successfully escaping from here and rushing to Lockhart to get him to give Snape a little amnesiac treatment, Snape seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Of course, it's not that trading is prohibited."

He sat on a small, backless swivel stool: "Perhaps you could use your abilities to help me improve some of the raw materials for potions, just like those forget-me-nots in the greenhouse."

Kane's mind was instantly cleared of all the bad thoughts that might lead him to Azkaban. Snape's initiative to seek a trade was a good thing!

"What kind of materials does the professor need?" He decisively stuffed half of the African tree snake skin into his pocket, sat down neatly opposite Snape, and was as polite as could be.

“Dumbledore needs me to concoct a potion that can weaken the killing power of the basilisk’s gaze. The principle behind the basilisk’s gaze is, in general, to kill a person’s spirit by emitting magic through its eyes,” Snape explained slowly, placing one hand on the workbench.

Kane slowly raised his hand, and only spoke after Snape remained silent: "Now that we have glasses, why do we still need to study potions?"

"Because Dumbledore suspected that someone was controlling the basilisk from behind, while a simple petrification would be enough to spread fear to an ordinary junior wizard, it was much more difficult for a professor with powerful magic."

After saying this, Snape deliberately reached out and patted his chest: "What the person behind this really needs is to eliminate the threat, so wearing those sunglasses is useless to us."

Kane understood. If the basilisk petrified some powerful professors, it could easily whip their statues so badly that they couldn't be put back together, let alone placed at the entrance of their respective colleges to protect them.

Therefore, they now need a more robust and secure defense, at least to prevent the professor from losing his mobility and magic.

"So, Professor, what do you need? You haven't told me yet." Kane continued to ask after learning all this, since he knew absolutely nothing about potions, even though Snape had broken down the potion-making formula into solving equations...

To be honest, I'm the kind of person who struggles even to solve equations and find x, so I'd better not waste my brain cells guessing and just wait for Snape to feed me.

"I'm trying to transfer the mental damage from the basilisk's gaze to the body. Now I need potion ingredients that can greatly protect the mind from harm, or even graft the mental damage onto the body, or forcibly restore the mind so that the wizards hurt by the gaze don't die immediately."

Ultimately, Snape, who had been silent about how hopeless he was, finally revealed his true needs.

Kane nodded in agreement as he looked at Snape; Snape speaking human language made him seem almost anthropomorphic.

He then began to mentally translate Snape's needs—it was simply something to restore sanity.

Some professors have it; you can have as much of that stuff as you want.

Kane then began to tour Snape's office. After all, Snape's office was in the basement, and although there was a small skylight, to be honest, the ventilation was not much different from Zero's.

Not to mention it's the rainy season in England right now, so Snape's office was incredibly damp. Sure enough, two blue mushrooms quietly sprouted behind the bookshelves in his office.

Well, this shows Snape's hygiene habits and his level of meanness. I guess even the house-elves wouldn't allow him to clean his office. But it does make things convenient for him, as he doesn't have to wear Little Red Riding Hood to pick mushrooms in the forest.

Snape watched as Kane plucked several blue poisonous mushrooms that had sprouted from the corner of the bookshelf, and then his shadow swept upwards, changing the shape of the mushrooms.

"This is it."

Snape took the blue mushroom Kane offered him, his lips twitching slightly...

"What's the use of this?" he finally asked.

“Eating them raw depletes your spirit, but cooking them restores it,” Kane replied hastily. Snape, of course, didn’t believe such a casual answer, so he carefully handed the two mushrooms to Kane.

"Is it edible?"

"It's edible!"

Kane nodded, picked up a mushroom, hastily roasted it with a flame in his hand, threw it into his mouth, crunched it a couple of times, and swallowed it. In an instant, the scenery before him seemed to become more radiant, unlike before when his vision was clouded by a layer of black mist due to learning too much magic.

"This stuff is edible?" Snape retrieved the precious blue mushrooms, looked at Kane with disbelief, and gently broke off a piece from the flame under the cauldron, flicked it, and put it in his mouth. To be honest, he had already prepared a dung stone on the table, just waiting for things to go wrong so he could detoxify himself and then show Gryffindor a great victory.

However, when the blue mushroom was thrown into his mouth and slid down his esophagus, his originally stern face immediately broke down.

But when he thought about how he was a professor at Hogwarts and had to maintain professionalism and seriousness at all times, he forced himself to keep a straight face.

However, he still couldn't hold on.

In the end, he said with a strange expression, "Come again at this time tomorrow."

It wasn't until Kane left that Snape couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"This little wizard is eating quite well."

Chapter 128 Doraemon!!

Outside Hogwarts Castle, Harry, Harry, and their two companions had quietly crept to the skylight of Snape's office, waiting for Kane to reappear in his invisibility cloak.

However, after waiting for a while, they found that nothing came out of the window except for the smell of Snape's potions in the office.

Just as they were speculating whether Kane had been caught stealing by Snape, the enraged Snape stuffed Kane into a potion pot and stewed him. The person they had sentenced to death appeared behind them.

"What are you all doing squatting here with your butts sticking out?" Kane asked Harry and the other two in surprise.

Harry and his two companions, who had been quite frightened by the shout, breathed a sigh of relief. Kane wasn't dead, thank goodness.

"So, what are you guys doing squatting here?" Kane asked.

"Of course I'm here to pick you up. By the way, did you come out this early?" Hermione said.

"Oh, I didn't go this way, I went through the main entrance to Snape's office."

Kane had barely finished speaking when Hermione raised an eyebrow: "The...main entrance?"

"Okay, let's go. We've got the stuff back. I need to get back to bed and rest for a bit. I thought you guys went to the Quidditch pitch. I walked all over the pitch and my legs are killing me."

Kane then urged the three of them to hurry back to the Gryffindor Tower, to brew potions and do whatever they needed to do.

The beautiful Saturday ended comfortably, until the next day, Sunday, at the same time and place, Kane once again slipped into Snape's office through the same skylight.

"I asked you to come today, so why didn't you choose a more respectable way?" Snape asked quietly, sitting on the sofa.

"Just pretend I had a moment of madness." Kane had barely finished speaking when he saw two large baskets of blue mushrooms on the workbench not far away.

"Professor, you didn't call me here for...?"

"It should be easy for you."

This would be quite easy for Kane... no, my initial assessment is that it would take about five seconds.

Five seconds later, Kane looked at the table full of blue mushrooms, grabbed a handful with his dirty little hands, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Snape watched this scene without saying anything, and in a very human-like manner, picked up a potion bottle from the coffee table and threw it at Kane.

The latter quickly caught it and examined the blue potion inside: "So what's the use of this?"

"It's what I said yesterday, something that can turn your death at the sight of the basilisk into a serious injury, which is at least better than being petrified," Snape explained.

“I mean, I’m just a small-time wizard, do I really need this?” Kane continued to ask.

Snape glanced at Kane and frowned. "Are you willing to entrust your life to the good mood of the person behind the Basilisk?"

“That’s true. Rather than relying on the basilisk to suddenly whip its tail and give us a chance of survival, it’s better to rely on ourselves. Even if we die because we’re not good enough, we won’t regret it.” Kane finished speaking and tilted his head back to drink the blue potion in one gulp.

"Hiccup... By the way, Professor, how long does this stuff last?"

"For life." A strange, barely suppressed smile appeared on Snape's lips. Yes, this was his confidence in the pinnacle of potions in the world.

"And these glasses?" Kane said, reaching out to adjust his own glasses, thinking that they shouldn't conflict with each other.

"Take off your glasses. The potion weakens the magic of death, not the magic of petrification."

Upon hearing what Snape said, Kane obediently took off his glasses. When it comes to these things, it's always good to listen to advice.

On the way back to the Gryffindor Tower, Kane naturally received a lot of attention, mostly admiration.