Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

After all, not everyone is willing to risk their life for the sake of looks.

And those sunglasses were actually quite cool...

After returning to the Gryffindor tower, they received another round of stares, followed by Harry, his two friends, and then Hermione and Ron.

Harry has already started intensive training ahead of schedule because of a secret Seeker for the Slytherin team, and he's already busier than Hermione every day.

"If your glasses hadn't been lost or broken, I really would have given you a good scolding," Hermione said with her arms crossed and a motherly expression.

"With the special treatment Snape gave him, I don't think the Basilisk will die or be petrified."

Hermione reluctantly put away the "mom" scent: "So why don't we have it?"

"Because if you drink this potion, it means that when you see the basilisk, the only outcome is to fight it to the death. However, you can choose to wait until you turn into a stone statue and then let the basilisk have mercy and not do anything extra to finish you off, thus saving you from death."

"So you don't want to take even the slightest risk." Hermione nodded; she understood what Kane meant.

"No, I don't want to entrust my fate to anyone but myself, not even the basilisk."

After giving an explanation, Kane took the Shadow Codex out of the shadows again and began to examine it.

The peaceful holiday continued until the evening of the second day when Harry suddenly found Kane and practically hugged his leg, shouting, "Doraemon Kane! Gian is bullying me again!"

Although Harry's personality and fighting ability suggest he wouldn't be bullied, his words to Kane were not significantly different from those mentioned above.

In short, the Slytherin team has no sportsmanship, everyone is a 2001 version of the Light Wheel, and even the blond kid Draco Malfoy, whom he hates, has become a Seeker.

How can this be allowed?

Hermione chuckled twice. Although it wasn't particularly appropriate for her, as a Gryffindor student, to say such things, it made sense considering that Harry had become the Seeker in his first year and had even been given a broom by Professor McGonagall...

Uh, my voice has been a bit hoarse these past couple of days. I should find a quiet place tomorrow morning to warm it up properly.

Hermione, who had decided to go to the Astronomy Tower to practice her singing the next morning, sighed helplessly and continued reading.

Kane, seeing Harry's flushed face, handed him the mantis shrimp from his little pumpkin.

With this shrimp, Harry doesn't even need to look for the ball anymore. He can just aim at the opposing Slytherin team members and charge straight at them, killing them one by one.

These were all lessons he learned from hitting birds for two whole days.

Harry, of course, refused this handout and proposed another solution.

In short, Christmas is just around the corner, and he needs a travel buddy for his Arctic trip.

Kane looked at Harry with a face full of questions. Wasn't this kid a bit too extreme?

“Actually, walruses don’t necessarily have to go to the Arctic,” he said slowly.

"So what? Do you have any other good ideas?"

A good idea? Kane certainly has one.

When he got back to the dorm, he pulled out a whiteboard and hand-wrote a London Arctic Museum job for Harry right there!

Chapter 129 It's Snowing

The newly formed team had been broken up due to objective reasons. Since Harry needed to bring glory to Gryffindor, he naturally followed Kane back to his dormitory to start figuring out how to openly and legitimately pull out walrus tusks under surveillance.

Ron naturally wanted to go too, but unfortunately, he wasn't a member of the Quidditch team...

"So you're busy right now?" Hermione appeared behind Ron and murmured softly, "I remember you weren't a Quidditch player."

“So?” Ron turned around and asked stiffly.

"So hurry up and find me a place so we can start brewing the medicine." Hermione said quietly as she pulled Ron away from the Gryffindor tower, intending to find a secluded spot in the castle to start brewing the medicine.

Unlike poor Ron, Kane and his companion were already planning how to organize these odd little activities that weren't quite in line with English etiquette during the Christmas holidays.

After all, walruses aren't anything special; you can always find them in zoos and polar aquariums if you look around.

The only real difficulty is pulling teeth. Both of them have magic and invisibility cloaks, and Kane has panpipes. All they need to do is plan the infiltration and escape routes.

Oh, and sometimes I need to use Transfiguration to create a bird's nest to block the camera. As for how there could be a bird's nest indoors, just ask my wand.

They quickly selected a few targets, and everything was ready except for the holiday.

As for holidays, well, they're coming soon. After all, sometimes you're wearing a raincoat one day and a hat the next.

However, Kane doesn't plan to wear the horned hat this year. Firstly, he intends to give the current horned hat to Luna, and secondly, making another horned hat would be...

To be honest, I'm tired of wearing it myself.

Furthermore, if Kane can't get a free walking stick after the Christmas tree is moved to the dormitory in a while, he and Harry will probably have to go to the Muggle world's zoo or the Arctic to find a walrus.

When they're harvesting walrus tusks, they might even snag a beret along the way.

He remembered Harry telling him that the walruses in the zoo often wore berets and jumped through hoops of fire, so there was no need to kill the cute walruses.

Yes, I'm sure!

But before that, I have to go to Hagrid's place. It's not for anything else, but mainly because my horned hat, which had its durability reduced to zero, still hasn't been repaired.

Let me think... how do I repair a horned hat? I need a sewing kit, and what does a sewing kit need? Hound's teeth...

Meanwhile, early in the morning, Hagrid walked out of the pumpkin house while yawning, and nodded as he watched Kane examine the mouth of his hound, Tooth Tooth.

What a wonderful little wizard! He himself didn't even think to check Ya Ya's mouth, but Kane did.

Ah, I'm touched. Half-giants are just so sentimental.

Hagrid wiped his eye with his little finger and went back to his room to get Kane a pair of pliers.

After handing the pliers to Kane, he squatted down beside him and asked, "How is it? Any cavities?"

"Hmm... I'm looking for it, but it doesn't seem to be there. However, the one at the very back..." the latter said quietly.

Hagrid heard the innermost tooth and instinctively shuddered: "Oh, that's really something, it's probably a wisdom tooth. Speaking of which, my wisdom teeth hurt me terribly when I was a teenager, you should get them pulled!"

Kane and Tooth both looked at Hagrid at the same time, both with only one thought in mind: Do dogs have third permanent molars? And if dogs don't have wisdom teeth...

Oh dear, why think so much? Hagrid has already agreed.

Neither Kane nor Axe said anything, the difference being that Kane deliberately kept quiet, while Axe couldn't speak human language.

“Hound, don’t blame me for being despicable.”

Kane, of course, didn't grab the pliers first. Instead, he used his wand to put Toothbrush into a sweet sleep, then picked up the pliers and swiftly snapped them twice...

Having obtained the two dog teeth, Kane stuffed two swabs with alcohol into them and then left, having accomplished his mission without a trace.

It was Monday, so most of the young wizards were up early and having breakfast in the Great Hall. Kane sat down in the Gryffindor group, eating while spending three seconds hand-stitching a sewing kit. He then used his traditional skills to fix the horned hat and waved to Ravenclaw, who was on her way to class.

Luna trotted over, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the horned hat in Kane's hand that had been repaired.

Kane, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow as he looked at Luna's droopy flower wreath and her still-perfect top hat.

Although the wreath withered abnormally quickly, it's understandable upon closer inspection. After all, what crazy little wizard has a decent sanity level?

Fortunately, the top hat still provided some protection.

Kane stopped thinking about it after that, simply handed the horned hat to Luna, and followed the Gryffindor group to class.

Hmm... Potions class.

Hermione and Ron, lacking any sense of decency, threw Kane and Harry, these two unfortunate brothers, onto a table, claiming that it was better for two people to suffer than for four.

But the truth is that only Harry suffered in that class.

Because the theme of Snape's lesson was a more powerful euphoric agent, and yes, the main ingredient was the blue mushroom produced by Kane.

Kane couldn't even imagine the wonder of going from Dalit in Potions class to Brahman in Potions. Putting aside trash talk, if Harry hadn't been sitting next to him, Snape probably wouldn't have even bothered to wander over, let alone deduct points.

Snape is now even suppressing his venom spray on Harry, deliberately diverting the venom so that it lands precisely on Harry and has absolutely nothing to do with Kane.

"Did Snape take the wrong medicine today? Why didn't he say a single sarcastic remark about Kane?" Ron muttered to himself.

"I don't know. Ever since Kane stole the African tree snake skin and walked out the gate... I've felt something was off with Snape."

Hermione spoke in an extremely soft voice, but as soon as she finished speaking, Snape suddenly appeared behind Hermione and Ron as if he had eyes in the back of his head and began to carefully examine the potions on their table.

He assured them that if their potion went even slightly wrong, they would be in deep trouble.

Well, they were very lucky; the potion was made without a single flaw, it was perfect.

“The potion was made very well, so Gryffindor loses five points.” After saying this, Snape returned to the podium. As for the young wizards, not one of them had even the slightest objection to the verdict.

It's just a grade, take it, take it. After class, we'll naturally gossip about Snape in private and maybe bump into that Slytherin brat in some mysterious corner and beat him up.

This even includes Hermione.

If Hermione were a first-year student, she might have tried to fight back, but unfortunately, she's now a second-year student. After a whole year of being surrounded by the dark side of the wizarding world almost every day, she's long since become desensitized.

Soon after Potions class ended, Kane hummed a little tune and left the Potions classroom. Before leaving, he glanced at Harry and the others who were still howling inside and shook his head helplessly.

However, these are beyond my scope of thought; I still need to...

Kane was just thinking about going to the greenhouse when he noticed that it had started snowing outside the castle.

Hmm... okay, since the horned hat has already been given away but the beret hasn't arrived yet... I'll skip it today.

Chapter 130 This child doesn't look like James, but rather a bit like Lily.

When Harry and Ron returned to their dormitory, they thought Kane had already gone to the greenhouse, little did they know that he was secretly watching them from under the covers with two warm stones in his arms.

In the following period, Kane began to live a secluded life, rarely appearing in public except for his daily classes at the Greenhouse Auditorium.

Kane never even visited the scene where Hermione and Harry Ron secretly set up a potion-making den in an abandoned bathroom outside the Gryffindor Tower.

She remained secluded until the Christmas holidays, when Hermione, who was supposed to go home, unusually applied to stay at school and continued brewing Polyjuice Potion at the Potions Den.

Kane and Harry, who were the least likely to leave Hogwarts, secretly left their applications behind. This way, they could advance or retreat as needed. If the Eternal Realm didn't send them walking canes tonight, the two of them would simply ride away on their mantis shrimps.

Of course, if they did send them... well, if they didn't hand them in, they didn't hand them in. Do you think Hogwarts would just throw them both out?

Don't joke around.

And so, as the two Christmas dinners that Ron had packed from the Great Hall were completely finished, Kane turned off most of the lights in the dormitory.

until the next day.

It was the familiar gift-unwrapping session again, and it was Hermione's handmade chocolates again. Hmm, I wonder how she made chocolates at Hogwarts this year.

Melt the chocolate and reshape it? Maybe.