Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Ron was shocked to hear Kane and Harry talking. So Kane, who could take down Malfoy without even moving, had been chased by Harry before? No wonder he could kill Voldemort as a baby. That's awesome.

If Kane and Harry heard Ron's thoughts, they would definitely think that the boy had some serious illness, and that his understanding was some kind of bizarre ability.

Just as the three of them were sitting on the side of the road, reading their books and eating ice cream, two figures came rushing towards them, one fast and one slow. One of them was the giant Malfoy that Maxwell had mentioned, probably the boy's father who was crying in the ceiling inside.

Behind them was Hagrid carrying three cages.

Although it was true that buying Ron a pet when both his parents were alive was a slap in the face to the Weasleys, the thought of buying pets for Kane and Harry, only to have Ron watching enviously from the sidelines...

That's so pitiful. Hagrid is kind-hearted and can't bear to see those things.

"This is a surprise for the three of you!" Hagrid placed three birdcages in front of them. "I bought you three little messengers who can deliver messages. Choose one of them. It's a surprise, so I didn't tell you beforehand!"

"I have one too?" Ron said, somewhat surprised.

"Of course, this is what I bought for you, not Hogwarts. Don't worry about those so-called rules." Hagrid thumped his chest loudly.

"You guys choose first, I can go last." Kane took a step back awkwardly. If he had known that Hagrid's sneaky departure was about this, he definitely wouldn't have let Hagrid buy it for him.

To be honest, he had exhausted all his energy raising himself to be healthy and normal, so he really didn't have the energy to raise a... bird.

However, it was Hagrid's kind gesture after all, so he decided to accept it. In any case, he would most likely be sharing a dorm room with Harry, so he could just let Hagrid take care of his pet.

Soon, Harry and Ron had chosen their pets: Harry got a pure white snowy owl, Ron got a grey magpie, and the last one was a pure black raven.

"Hmm, how about it? Do we match in terms of style?" Kane asked Harry and Ron, carrying the raven's cage.

"They look quite good together; the combined appearance of the person and the bird makes them look like they won't live past the end of the month," Harry commented reservedly.

“You’d better shut up, Ron. Tell me what you’re saying.” Kane looked at Ron again.

"It's a bit like an evil dark wizard who eats children."

"..." Just as Kane was carrying the cage and helplessly dealing with two purebred contestant foul-mouthed guys, a deep voice sounded from behind him.

"Is this the young man who stuck my son to the ceiling?"

Kane turned around, and sure enough, there was the same blond hair, and the same demeanor as Draco in the ice cream shop.

Hagrid looked at Lucius Malfoy, who had suddenly found Kane, with some confusion. Harry and Ron immediately gave him a full explanation.

Having learned the whole story, Hagrid immediately stood in front of Kane: "Malfoy, you don't intend to attack a mere wizard in front of me, do you?"

Lucius had also heard Harry and Ron's cacophony of explanations and felt somewhat helpless that Draco never told his father the whole truth. Now, he was the one who had caused the trouble and he had to clean up Draco's mess.

"Don't misunderstand Hagrid. I'm just apologizing to this young gentleman on behalf of my immature son. My name is Lucius Malfoy, and the figure on the ceiling is my son, Draco Malfoy. I apologize for his rudeness just now."

Lucius Malfoy's apology could be considered sincere, but Kane, seeing the gloved hand extended towards him, ultimately did not shake it, but simply stated his name: "Kanehith, an orphan."

Lucius Malfoy frowned, as if pondering the origin of the surname Heath, but ultimately remained clueless.

This is normal, because because of Voldemort, too many pure-blood and half-blood wizards left the wizarding world and began to waste their lives in Muggle orphanages at a young age. After all, that kind of strange shadow magic is definitely not something a Muggle wizard can use.

It must be a wizarding family with strange and unique methods, and magical talent passed down through bloodlines. After all, Kane, as an orphan, had nowhere to learn magic, so bloodline inheritance was the only reason.

"It seems you're not keen on accepting my apology," Lucius said, pondering Kane's possible origins.

“Perhaps you could have your son come and apologize to me.” After Kane finished speaking, Harry and Ron behind him chuckled.

Lucius Malfoy, however, remained unfazed: "He's still on the ceiling."

Kane understood; all that going through all that trouble was to get him to let Draco go.

“Go and get him a mat,” he said, getting straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, Lucius immediately waved his wand, and the ice cream shop floor became as soft and bouncy as jelly.

Immediately afterward, the shadow that was holding Draco Malfoy dissipated in an instant, and he himself fell to the floor and bounced twice.

"Now that your son is down, we're leaving." Hagrid said, seeing that everything was done, and prepared to leave with Kane and the other two, since he felt uneasy whenever he saw Lucius Malfoy.

“I’ll help you find out about your family in the wizarding world. You’re definitely not a Muggle,” Lucius said to Kane’s retreating figure, completely ignoring Hagrid.

Kane shrugged indifferently. Using his magic to inquire about his family? The chances of finding out about the Eternal Realm were much higher.

As for now, he'd rather see how far Ollivander's wand customization has progressed.

Lucius watched Kane and his companions leave as they headed towards Ollivander's wand shop. Suddenly, he sensed something and looked at Draco: "Any questions you have?"

Chapter Fifteen: The Exclusive Magic Wand

"Dad, why were you so nice to that guy?" Draco said, sounding a little aggrieved.

Lucius Malfoy glanced at him: "Of course, it's to pave the way for your future connections."

"Heh, it's our first meeting, and I think he already hates me." Draco rolled his eyes, seemingly not taking Lucius's words to heart.

“Good to know. Now I’ll test you. Now that you’ve offended the other party, how should you salvage the relationship?” Lucius asked quietly.

"What do we do?" Draco asked blankly.

"An orphan dressed in fine clothes, with fair skin, clearly enjoying life and disliking hardship, yet he is an orphan. What sustains him in all this?" Lucius prompted.

“…Money?” Draco asked tentatively, but he quickly saw Lucius’s relaxed smile and continued, “Because he’s an orphan, it’s someone else’s money, but the Weasleys and Hagrid don’t seem like they’re rich at all.”

"That green-eyed kid, didn't you see the lightning bolt scar on his forehead? That's Harry Potter. The Potter family is rolling in money," Lucius reminded him at the opportune moment.

"...So I'm going to compete with Potter in spending money to steal Kaneheath's friendship?" Draco said, frowning.

Lucius knew very well that his son wasn't popular, so he set the requirements low: "Just ordinary friends who don't fight over him and aren't hostile to you, and of course, Harry Potter."

"So I have two more social tasks now?"

“That’s right.” Lucius nodded. “If I could, I’d even like to help you rekindle the Weasley friendship.”

"A bunch of paupers, what good are they?" Draco said, scoffing.

"Because they're a group. Strength in numbers is always greater. Of course, if you don't want to, then forget it," Lucius said casually.

Draco watched the four figures disappear into the distance...

"They're all pure-blood wizards at least, so I'll give it a try, just a try."

"Good boy," Lucius said, reaching out to rub the back of Draco's head.

Meanwhile... Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"Compared to Diagon Alley, which might refresh the minds of kids with eyes on the top of their heads, this place is more comfortable. At least it's cool and there are no other living people around."

Kane had just finished speaking on the small sofa in the corner when the wind chimes by the door rang, and a little girl with slightly chestnut-brown, fluffy hair and a fair complexion walked in.

"Oh, there are so many people, should I come back later?" the little girl said instinctively.

“No need, Ollivander is just making a wand for Kane. You can call him and he’ll come out,” Hagrid explained.

The little girl nodded: "Okay, my name is Hermione Granger, so you are all freshmen, except for your husband, of course."

The last "sir" was clearly addressed to Hagrid.

"As expected, I'm no longer young." Hagrid sighed, then began to introduce himself, followed by the introductions of everyone else in the room.

Hermione nodded, then walked around the room with her hands behind her back and on tiptoe.

She was just as interested in talking to other young wizards her age as she was in buying wands.

"Mr. Hagrid just said that Mr. Ollivander is making a custom wand for you?" Hermione walked up to Kane, who was staring at Raven.

Kane looked at the girl in front of him and nodded blankly.

“But what I read in the books is that the Ollivander family only uses three magical materials: unicorn hair, dragon heart nerves, and phoenix feathers. I’ve never heard of them making custom-made items…” Hermione looked puzzled. It wasn’t a question, but rather a sense of unease.

Could it be that the difference between Muggle wizards and pure-blood wizards is already evident here?

Muggle wizards can only use common wands, while pure-blood wizards can have Ollivander make them custom-made.

The path to becoming the number one student at Hogwarts is currently fraught with uncertainty.

"Olivendell must have commissioned a lot of special wands, right? What do you think, Hagrid?" Kane awkwardly threw the question back at Hagrid.

Hagrid recalled, "Hmm, it seems that's true. In all my years as the game keeper at Hogwarts, I've seen many young wizards use wands custom-made by Ollivander, such as elderberry with Thestral tail feathers, elderberry with snake nerves, elderberry with Taotie fur, elderberry with Kylin fur, elderberry with feathers from various magical birds, and even the young wizards' own hair."

"Just how powerful is this elderberry? How come it's all this kind of wood?" Hermione interrupted at the opportune moment.

“Oh, no, it’s just because Dumbledore’s wand is an elder wand, and all other elder wands are just tributes to that wand,” Hagrid explained.

Hermione nodded and looked at Kane: "So Kane, your wand is also made of elderberry."

"Of course not. I've seen Dumbledore's original wand. It's all knots in the wood. It must be uncomfortable to hold," Kane said, waving his hand.

As soon as Kane finished speaking, Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She was a Muggle-born wizard who had just arrived in Diagon Alley today, while the pure-blood wizard, a Celestial Dragon, had somehow already met with Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

She even examined his wand up close and showed her disdain.

From this perspective, isn't the gap between Muggle wizards and pure-blood wizards enormous?

Kane, who was sitting on the sofa, had no idea that he, a poor little orphan, had been taken in by Hermione as a Celestial Dragon in the wizarding world. He was playing with the raven in the cage when suddenly footsteps came from the workshop, and Ollivander came out with Kane's wand.

“Mr. Heath, I bet you’ll absolutely love that wand.” Ollivander smiled and placed the wand on the counter, waiting for Kane to come to the counter and take the wand himself, which was also a kind of ritual.

However, Kane didn't really care about those rituals; he just saw the wand on the counter as his long-lost third hand.

Perhaps because Kane's shadow was involved in everything from living wood to nightmare fuel, it was not much different from the wand growing out of Kane's body. He only had to think for a moment, and the wand flew towards his palm instantly.

Hermione stared wide-eyed at the scene: "Is this some kind of wandless spellcasting?"

Kane raised an eyebrow in confusion: "It's just a wand, why all the fuss?"

After speaking, he looked at the wand in his hand. It was made of a fist-thick piece of living wood, with the bark and ordinary wood removed, leaving only the glossy and dense core. It was of moderate thickness and slightly longer than a regular wand, so Ollivander made it slightly flatter and then inlaid mithril and crystal into the flat part.

The entire wand resembled a slender, concealed weapon blade.

As the living wood's outer garment was removed, the wailing face at one end shrank proportionally. Ollivander somehow bent that end of the face into a handle, and its mouth was nailed shut with two golden cross nails, preventing it from making a sound.

Seeing how well Kane and the wand complemented each other, Ollivander quickly exclaimed, "Try it, try it!"

Kane nodded and casually waved his wand.

As the wand was waved, the gems embedded in the blade emitted a soft glow, and the previously obedient shadow beneath Kane's feet instantly became menacing. With Kane's tacit approval, the shadow left his feet and began to be tossed about by the movement of the wand.

Ollivander looked at the shop, which had been turned into a mess by Kane's Shadow, and felt no negative emotions whatsoever, only satisfaction with the wand he had made.

Kane quickly stopped what he was doing, reached out and played with the wand in his hand, quite satisfied.

Ollivander casually waved his wand, and the messy shop was cleaned up again.

Aside from the other three, Harry and Ron looked at Kane's wand, then at their own, and suddenly felt that their own wand wasn't so appealing anymore.