Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Now the other purebloods won't keep jumping around, because what does that mean?

This suggests that the Slytherin heirs in that trench may not have supported them unconditionally.

They're either lackeys and heirs of other colleges, or they've taken shelter from the wind and sand, showing no mercy to their own family and tearing each other apart.

The atmosphere in the auditorium fell silent and never returned.

Until... Dumbledore hurriedly led the professors to the Great Hall, carried the two victims to the infirmary, and then sent someone to let the parents of the two young wizards know that they were safe.

There are now two Mandrakes next to Hagrid's Hut, and almost all the young wizards at Hogwarts now have sunglasses that can block the Basilisk's deadly magic. The threat posed by the Basilisk to Hogwarts has been reduced to a very low level.

It's basically equivalent to catching a cold. With Mandela's essence and sunglasses, I was petrified by the basilisk in the morning, but if nothing unexpected happens, I'll be able to regain my energy and be full of energy again by the afternoon, posing to all sorts of professors.

Of course, except for Felch.

In short, the parents of young wizards at Hogwarts and the entire wizarding world knew that Hogwarts had suddenly acquired a basilisk. Fortunately, Hogwarts' countermeasures were among the best, preventing widespread panic throughout the wizarding world.

The parents of the two young wizards were still shaken. The pure-blood parents wrote to Dumbledore saying that after the children recovered, they should ask for leave for the two children so as to properly comfort their frightened little hearts.

Muggle parents, on the other hand, waved their hands dismissively, saying, "There's magic in this world now, what are you saying? As long as the child doesn't die, let him do whatever he wants."

The troublesome matter for adults was thus perfectly resolved. Of course, it would have been even better if Dumbledore and the professors could have found the Basilisk's hiding place and the location of the Slytherin heir.

The little wizards, however, had entirely different thoughts.

This kind of thinking isn't common for first-year students, but it's a different story for upperclassmen, especially those in Ravenclaw. They know that the two petrified wizards in the house are always mischievous and equally annoying.

Just before the Christmas holidays, the two of them teamed up to steal Luna's hat and violently vandalized it.

If it were just an ordinary hat, or if Luna were just an ordinary Luna, they probably wouldn't remember it at all. But that's not the case.

The hat Luna was wearing looked strangely familiar to them, and after much thought, they came to an answer they absolutely did not want to admit: the horned hat belonged to Kane.

Last year, Kane and that horned hat were practically inseparable, but this year that hat appeared on Luna's head. What does that mean?

Luna is Kane's evil henchman!

When Merlin learned that they had seen Luna wearing a horned hat and being assigned to Ravenclaw, his heart nearly stopped.

All of them had only one thought: it was getting dark in Ravenclaw.

However, surprisingly, Luna turned out to be nothing more than a murderous and arsonist. On the contrary, apart from being a bit abstract, she was perfectly fine.

Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Ravenclaw had escaped unscathed, the two mischievous, like-minded first-year wizards made their grand entrance, not only stealing Luna's hat but also ruining it.

By the time they found out, it was too late. All they could do was take the two freshmen to Luna and sincerely apologize to her. Luna didn't say much, but the top hat and wreath that originally belonged to Kane on her head looked to them like Kane's wand and shadow.

The wand deals high damage, and the shadow deals high damage. Placing it above Luna's head was like seeing her own photo flashing on a black and white frame. Fortunately, nothing happened in the end, and just when they thought they had gotten over this hurdle...

Unfortunately for the two parties involved, they ended up as mere accessories and were even petrified by the Slytherin heir!

Very well, my heart is finally at ease. It seems that Kane has not only not forgotten about those two little wizards bullying Luna, but he also has intricate connections with the heir of Slytherin.

Perhaps he himself is the heir to Slytherin; after all, playing with shadow magic looks incredibly evil, and he might be the mysterious successor of Salazar Slytherin.

Or, the even more terrifying outcome is that Slytherin's heir is Kane's lackey!

This is not impossible. Due to some uncontrollable reasons and the involuntary instincts of some people, Kane's identity as a Celestial Dragon is now well-known, and it is estimated that only he himself is unaware of it.

Therefore, whether viewed rationally or emotionally, it is highly possible that the two poor little wizards hanging on the ceiling were the work of Kane.

As breakfast ended, the young Ravenclaw wizards left Hogwarts Great Hall with very strange expressions on their faces.

His expression was exactly like he was accusing those two poor little wizards: Why did you have to provoke Kane for no reason!

Meanwhile, Kane, the imagined enemy in their minds and the person involved, was completely unaware that he was already equated with the heir of Slytherin among most of the Hogwarts members, and sometimes even considered greater than him.

If he knew, he would be absolutely astonished at his own unworthiness, but for now, he has no time to be astonished.

After all, Harry's flying broomstick and fire ring had just been upgraded, and in about half an hour Harry would be riding the fire ring into the game.

The upgraded ring of fire has a top speed of 189 miles per hour, so he is now extremely satisfied with his skills.

Oh, I have a slightly ominous feeling, but it shouldn't be like this. The magical defenses on Harry's ring of fire are thick enough to penetrate a tank...

If this ominous feeling doesn't come from Harry's injury, then where does it come from? How strange!

Never mind, I guess I was just overthinking it.

Kane nodded in agreement; clearly, he had been overthinking things.

Chapter 137 The invincible Harry has fallen!

Soon, as two magical fireworks of different colors rose into the sky and exploded, Kane and most of the Gryffindor students took their seats in the Quidditch stands.

Unlike the other Gryffindor wizards who were fidgeting, Kane leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance and pulled out some toffee he had previously taken from Dumbledore's office.

He was confident in his skills and in Harry's flying broomstick. The only thing that made him less confident was the physical abilities of the Slytherin players on the other side.

What if they don't withstand a collision?

Just as Cairns was wondering what to do with the young Witcher lads, the surrounding wizards began to gasp in surprise.

The reason is that the players on the Quidditch pitch are now taking off.

To everyone's surprise, the one that flew the highest, fastest, and most recklessly across the entire arena was not the Slytherin members' Nimbus 2001, but Harry.

The Slytherin members, seeing Harry riding a cheap broomstick they'd never seen before, assumed he was out of control and had already accepted defeat, so they swapped their brooms for old feather sticks.

That way, when he loses the game, he can argue that he wasn't bad at the game, but that his flying broom was inferior to the opponent's.

Now that Harry has actually started to take off and accelerate, they realize that Harry has indeed broken down and started to give up, but not in a self-destructive way. Instead, he is giving up in a way that leads to mutual destruction.

This kind of explosive acceleration that makes bricks fly is so abstract that it's astonishing. Who knows where Harry found a large-displacement broom engine and just chopped a stick off the Forbidden Forest and shoved it onto it?

Does this comply with flying broomstick safety regulations? Does this thing have emergency braking? Emergency avoidance? Force field deflection?

Thinking about this made the Slytherin team members feel a little better.

What good is it if this flying broom, which can be described as a three-no product (no brand, no manufacturer, no quality certification) flies fast? If nothing unexpected happens, given Harry's current flying speed and momentum, he'll probably crash into some flying ball or end up sticking out of the grass like a mandrake within half an hour.

It was only then that the poor Gryffindor team realized that all they had to offer was their team's secrecy and the person behind the flying broomstick—not that he was particularly skilled, but rather that he was incredibly audacious.

The match proceeded calmly, with the entire Slytherin team playing unusually laid-back, all waiting for Harry to have an accident and be instantly killed by the terrifying acceleration.

Soon, the opportunity they had anticipated arrived.

One of the flying balls on the field suddenly went out of control, as if it were being held back by something, and flew straight toward Harry, as if it wanted to kill him.

However, the speed of the fire ring was truly impressive. The flying ball chased it for most of the day but still couldn't catch up. So the flying ball changed its strategy, circling the entire field to adjust its angle, and finally managed to knock Harry half to death head-on.

Almost all the junior wizard professors in the stands stood up. Dumbledore and Snape had already started to draw their wands and cast spells. Slytherin seemed to have already seen the dawn of victory.

Only a few people still believe that Harry can dodge the flying ball with a powerful feint.

But they were wrong. Harry didn't dodge; instead, he crashed right into it. As the phantom of the Shadow Armor flickered briefly above Harry and the flying broom, the flying ball was smashed to a size not much thicker than a meat sauce.

Harry, meanwhile, continued searching for the Golden Snitch throughout the arena as if nothing had happened.

The entire Quidditch stadium was filled with spectators, including members of both the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams, who were speechless with astonishment at what they saw.

It might also include a certain lovable Golden Snitch, because Harry had just transformed into Luck and smashed the Flying Ball into a pulp, and then caught the Golden Snitch. It's hard not to wonder if the Golden Snitch could also have seen that scene and was so shocked that he couldn't fly.

After the Quidditch match ended in Gryffindor's victory, Harry finally recovered from the lingering fear.

When the celebration banquet was held in the Gryffindor common room, he specifically sought out Kane and asked the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"So they say the fire ring has no safety features, so why was I able to smash the flying ball to pieces?"

"Huh?" Kane scratched his head. "Is making a flying broom really that complicated?"

"So how did you do it?" Harry then asked.

"I've put the Shadow Armor on for you."

Harry: "........."

How can this not be considered a powerful brick flying through the air?

And so, the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall became empty once again. After all, it was Gryffindor; they threw parties for every happy occasion, and of course, they threw parties even when there wasn't one.

So much so that all the food on the long table was packed up and taken to the Gryffindor Tower. Harry, the great hero, naturally received the treatment of a father, reveling in the center of the Gryffindor common room amidst the crowd.

Until the unexpected happened, as the party atmosphere reached its climax, Harry's face, whether from excessive excitement or from drinking too much butterbeer, grew increasingly dark as the atmosphere intensified, eventually becoming frighteningly dark. He clutched his neck and collapsed straight into the crowd.

Harry, invincible on the Quidditch pitch... has fallen.

Unlike the outgoing Ron, Ron was active in the center of the Gryffindor group. He caught Harry almost instantly, then grabbed Harry's shoulders and shook him a couple of times. After a moment of stunned silence, Harry's brain suddenly remembered something.

"Harry can't be suffering from alcohol poisoning, can he? Butterbeer contains alcohol?"

Despite the complaints, Ron was surprisingly agile. He used magic to carry Harry on his back and then, with a powerful, sweeping motion, he carved a bloody path through the dense Gryffindor crowd. Then, his legs moved at a speed that was almost faster than a mantis shrimp as he sprinted towards the infirmary.

Kane and Hermione found out later. Kane didn't like overly lively occasions, and Hermione had spent half a day in class and brewing potions, so she was exhausted and went back to her dorm early to rest. She was only notified later.

The Gryffindor Tower common room was secretly poisoned, and the victim was none other than the protagonist of the Gryffindor party, the great hero of the Quidditch pitch!

Does this seem right?

Yes, the Gryffindor friends thought this made perfect sense, because when Kane and Hermione belatedly arrived at the infirmary, they thought it would take a long time to squeeze in, but when they actually got there, they found it unusually deserted.

Besides Harry's Quidditch teammates and Ron, Neville, and Colin, only Madam Pomfrey remained.

Kane secretly glanced at Madam Pomfrey's hurried footsteps outside the ward...

"It looks like Harry won't be able to walk out of this infirmary alive today," Kane murmured softly, as if Madam Pomfrey had already given Harry a death notice.

After Kane uttered those irresponsible words, the atmosphere in the entire ward became incredibly somber.

Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, even took off the brooch with his family crest on his chest, hoping that his ancestors would bless Harry with safety.

Hermione's eyes even reddened, adding a touch of sadness to the small hospital room.

Just as the first cry was about to be heard in the ward, Mrs. Pomfrey entered.

She glanced around at the people surrounding Harry. Her extensive experience told her what these young wizards were thinking. Just as she was pondering how to tell them, Ron spoke up.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, how much time does Harry have left?"

Madam Pomfrey sighed helplessly and patted Ron on the shoulder: "If I'm not mistaken, there should be more than a hundred years left."

"...?"

Chapter 138 Dobby