Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Kane couldn't continue speaking towards the end; how could he have said such things?

Of course, Lupin ignored Kane's Versailles-esque language, said nothing, and his eyes were full of envy.

Dumbledore then directly helped Lupin ask the question he wanted to: "So how did your friend manage to control himself and eventually break free from the control of the full moon?"

"I think controlling oneself is simply a matter of practice. As for other methods, such as actively transforming into a beast form, he makes a special edible statue. I've seen him make one before, and maybe I can help Lupin try it. There's also the Full Moon Affinity... I've heard him mention it too, but it's quite troublesome."

From the moment Kane first brought this up, the hint of envy in Lupin's eyes never faded.

Dumbledore, sensing Lupin's thoughts, spoke up for him, saying, "Perhaps you'll need Kane's help?"

“It’s not impossible.” Kane raised an eyebrow, took three pieces of monster meat from the little pumpkin’s mouth, and began to make a monster statue, just like Woody did.

It's just a clumsy imitation of the strong. Woody makes a deer head statue and eats it to become a deer-headed man. By the same token, Lupin should be able to become a werewolf by eating a wolf head statue.

However, an awkward scene unfolded after Lupin ate the statue.

Nothing happened except for Lupin's stomach churning violently as he rushed to the toilet.

"Perhaps it's because the monster meat isn't pure; this monster meat comes from spiders. Maybe one day we should find some monster meat from werewolves," Kane said somewhat awkwardly.

“That’s not something that can be easily resolved right now, but Kane, could I ask you for a favor?” Dumbledore asked.

"You said."

"Do you have any free time during the next holiday? Perhaps you could help Lupin."

Kane shrugged. "I can't guarantee that."

"I'm glad you're willing to do it."

"And what about Lupin? Would he be willing to let me help him?" Kane then asked.

“Of course he’s willing, he’s just shy about saying it. I’ll ask him, ‘So, are you willing to help me with this?’” Dumbledore said with a smile.

“Okay.” Kane shrugged, made sure Dumbledore had nothing else to do, and left the headmaster’s office. He soon returned.

"Oh right, I almost forgot something important. I need phoenix tail feathers to make Harry's flying broom."

Dumbledore nodded and took out eight phoenix tail feathers from the drawer and handed them to Kane: "After all, the flying broomsticks used in Quidditch are different from your extreme travel. Quidditch requires a lot of control and turning, so the speed needs to be reduced accordingly."

"Of course, I don't want Harry to get smashed to bits after just three minutes on the field because he's too fast."

Kane then gave Dumbledore a very strange salute with a feather, as if to say, "Don't worry about me, just watch whether I can turn Harry's flying broom into a super machine and overturn everything."

After leaving the principal's office, they ran into Lu Ping, who was clutching his stomach as he went upstairs. The two were embarrassed to see each other, looking like two scholars standing there, one touching his chin and the other his upper chin, before they passed each other.

When Kane returned to the Gryffindor common room, he found that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all gone; they must have gone to that secret base to brew potions.

Kane shrugged. He was just about to start making a broom again, so he went back to his giant potato workshop in his dorm room and quickly made Harry's Y8 flying broom. The design was still that of a regular competition broom.

If we were to draw an analogy with bicycles, perhaps the flying broomstick used in the race would be a road bike, while Kane's mantis shrimp would be a mountain bike.

Both have their advantages; Harry's broom is fast and easy to control.

The advantages of the Kane Mantis Shrimp are its fast acceleration and good handling, followed by its rapid acceleration, rapid acceleration, rapid acceleration...

Of course, due to the nature of the usage scenario, Kane riding a mantis shrimp is like a Bugatti driving on an unrestricted highway in Germany. As long as you go fast enough and don't lose your head, the probability of an accident is still low.

Harry, on the other hand, is going to play Quidditch on a broomstick, which is just as dangerous as driving on a two-way road at dawn.

"Harry's rival, don't blame me for being despicable; after all, we're all trying our best to live."

Chapter 135 Revenge, Revenge, Revenge

In the evening, Kane held the completed flying broom in his hand, thought for a moment, and then picked up a carving knife. This was Harry's flying broom, so it would be best if Harry carved the name on the broom himself.

This is absolutely necessary.

Soon, Kane came knocking on the door of the temporary potion-making workshop that Hermione had found, which had been converted from an abandoned bathroom.

After knocking on the door four times, Ron quickly opened it stealthily and let Kane in.

“I heard it from Harry, your Christmas was really colorful,” Ron said with a hint of envy.

"Actually, after seeing the dark side of the wizarding world and witnessing a lot of pitiful people, I didn't feel particularly good." Kane sighed helplessly and waved to Harry, who was sitting on a toilet not far away: "Your flying broom is ready."

Harry, who had been sitting on the toilet looking listless and even a little sullen, suddenly jolted awake and looked up.

He must appear before Kane immediately and pledge his loyalty.

But before he could even begin to explain, Kane handed him a carving knife.

"I think it's absolutely necessary to have your own flying broomstick engraved with your name."

"Of course, thank you so much, Kane." Harry took the carving knife, rubbed it on the handle of the flying broom, thought for a moment, and began to carve.

"Fire Ring?" Ron leaned closer. "Strange name. I thought you'd come up with a cooler name."

“Perhaps it’s because that walrus lady was in charge of jumping through the fire ring in the circus. I can’t change her tragic fate, so I can only commemorate her.” Harry said, taking the wood wax from Kane and waxing the string of words he had just carved.

Then, I couldn't wait to go out to the Quidditch pitch and study how fast this incredibly awesome flying broomstick could go.

He really needed to merge with this flying broomstick man as quickly as possible.

With Harry gone, only Kane, Hermione, and Ron remained in the abandoned washroom. If you include that ghost who's disappeared somewhere, well, let's just call them four.

Kane curiously peeked into the potion-making cauldron, but Hermione quickly blocked him away with a large stick over half a meter long, fearing that the potion she had painstakingly brewed for so long would turn into a pot of vegetables if Kane saw it.

"Well, maybe I came at the wrong time."

Kane sighed helplessly and left the bathroom, not because Hermione seemed unwelcoming of his affectation... Okay, he admitted, that was the reason.

However, it's understandable. Imagine you've painstakingly brewed a potion for so long, only to find a character within half a meter of the potion who can turn you into a sandwich just by touching it.

Anyway, I would never say he's awesome. My good brother, quickly touch my potion and let me see how you turned my potion into a sandwich. Let's taste it together.

Kane glanced back at the giant clock on the Hogwarts Tower as he walked out of Hogwarts Castle. To be honest, his and Harry's Christmas trip was quite short, taking no more than two days from departure to return.

To be honest, I've experienced quite a lot, so much so that compared to the dense information in the Muggle world, the time leading up to the Christmas holidays feels a bit lacking.

The Christmas holiday was over in the blink of an eye.

As the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade Station with a distant whooshing sound, Kane placed the beret he had created using Shadow Erosion into a gift box, pretending it was a Christmas present from some unknown person—late, but precious.

However, Harry and Ron found this behavior utterly incomprehensible and were deeply shocked.

What kind of mental state would lead someone to do something like this?

If Kane knew their question, perhaps he would actually answer it.

Yes, I'm showing off my fancy look, after all, this beret I'm wearing right now is really cool and stylish.

No matter how many elegant and noble words are used to describe this hat, they don't seem out of place at all.

That's fine. Compared to last year's horned hat, Kane's hat this year is much more anthropomorphic.

When Kane first started wearing the horned hat last year, Harry and Ron were genuinely afraid of the strange looks they received when walking with Kane, and they were extremely disgusted by it.

In the end, it took a whole week of walking with Kane to successfully desensitize myself.

This time, the beret didn't have the same power as the horned hat. In fact, when the young wizards who had returned from home saw that the snowy day and the horned hat hadn't appeared at the same time, and they showed a hint of regret, Harry and Ron still had time to retort and boast at the same time.

The retort is, "Of course you're the one who's crazy, your whole family is crazy."

Boasting is...

"Yes, Kane has lived with us for so long, and his mind has finally cleared up!"

"Well, I think it must be because of my mother. My mother touched Kane with her love. If you don't believe me, you can ask around. Kane hasn't worn a horned hat since he came to my house."

Kane sighed helplessly as he listened to Harry and Ron's smug, gossipy expressions.

Forget it, a magnanimous person won't hold a grudge against a petty person...

In the end, Kane chose to let Harry and Ron run wild. Soon, the banquet came to an end, and Dumbledore slowly stood up from his chair, picked up a piece of parchment, and began to read the order of the Quidditch season's matches.

The first match tomorrow is Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

This could be considered a kind of opening thunderbolt, and with the special bonus of enemies meeting each other, even though this was just the Hogwarts Great Hall, the tension between the two houses slowly built up in the air above the Great Hall.

Harry lowered his head, using extraordinary willpower to forcefully control himself from laughing out loud, constantly telling himself not to laugh, not to laugh.

Let these foolish Slytherins run rampant for one night. Tomorrow, I will definitely give these little Slytherin wizards a powerful and overwhelming shock!

Then... the entire auditorium slowly dispersed.

After all, Dumbledore was a wonderful person, not the kind of jerk who liked to use break time or after-get off work hours for meetings.

As the young wizards returned to their respective houses' common rooms from the Great Hall, Ginny slowly fell behind, heading towards Ravenclaw.

What are the advantages and disadvantages of having a gentle and kind friend? The advantage is that this friend is always the safe haven you need, no matter when or where.

The downside is that this friend is too kind, to the point that Ginny feels sorry for him and resents his lack of ambition.

Kane's horned hat for Luna was ruined by those two Ravenclaw troublemakers. He even lent Tom to Luna hoping she would get revenge, but Luna just hid the things that the two little wizards who bullied her had given her.

It can be said that the two perpetrators did not cause any real harm whatsoever. How can this be allowed?

Now, let me, Ginny Riddle, teach you a lesson!

Wait, what? Ginny Riddle?

Ginny suddenly frowned, but this unnecessary thought was quickly suppressed by another thought in her mind.

What we need most right now is revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Chapter 136 Pass it down: Slytherin's heir is Kane's lackey!

The next morning, in the Great Hall, which should have been the start of a happy day, Hogwarts was happiest and most lively at this time of day, except for dinner.

The entire auditorium was extremely oppressive during breakfast today.

The reason for the oppressive atmosphere was nothing more than the addition of a rather discordant decoration to the ceiling of the Great Hall at Hogwarts.

Oh no, there are two.

Two poor first-year wizards from Ravenclaw School, one a pure-blood and the other a Muggle, were not only hung from the ceiling but also petrified.

Unsurprisingly, this was the method used by the Slytherin heir and his basilisk. After all, a single basilisk couldn't hang someone from the ceiling, whether by hanging them first or petrifying them first. A single basilisk couldn't do that.

Speaking of which, when Felch was petrified last time, the reactions were mixed. Some purebloods cursed Felch for dying, while only some half-bloods and Muggle wizards felt a sense of shared sorrow.

This time it's different. This time, it's not just a Muggle who's petrified, but also a genuine pureblood.