Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

The people who had been surrounding Harry suddenly felt that their sadness had been unnecessary, and they were also filled with lingering fear, after all, Harry's appearance just now was really terrifying.

As Madam Pomfrey began to usher people out, everyone started to leave one by one. Wood even took the brooch with his family crest engraved on Harry's chest and put it back on his own.

Those who were kicked out naturally included Kane and his two companions, since it was Harry's treatment process.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey was quite humane and allowed one of the three to stay as a bedside companion after the treatment was completed.

"What do we do? Rock-paper-scissors?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Exclude you, exclude you first, because you spent all day brewing potions." After saying that, Kane and Ron had another tense and exciting draw.

Kane pulled a deck of cards he'd dug up from the grave earlier out of the little pumpkin's mouth, shuffled them, and was about to explain the rules when Ron suddenly raised his hand: "I want to check the cards."

Kane shrugged and handed the cards to Ron. Ron looked them over from left to right, cut them several times, and then nodded: "The cards are fine. What are the rules?"

"The Ace of Hearts leaves, the Ace of Clubs stays." Kane said, quickly drawing two cards: "Which one do you want?"

Soon Ron and Hermione slunk back to the Gryffindor Tower, where Ron kept muttering to himself, "That guy definitely cheated!"

"Hmm, magic is still very useful." After watching Ron and Hermione leave, Kane began to take various things out of the little pumpkin's mouth and started decorating the ward.

A campfire was a must. Light the smallest flame, place two warm stones on it to heat it up, and then there was the tent. Although the ward was a double room, he still chose to stay in the tent.

Then he took another piece of monster meat out of the little pumpkin's mouth, put it on a branch, and sat down by the campfire to roast it.

Perhaps it's because his recent routine has become more conventional, but Kane, who hasn't stayed up all night for who knows how long, has surprisingly discovered something terrifying.

It seems my threshold for resisting SAN has lowered. It's not even midnight yet, and I've already seen a strange shadow.

Should I wear my top hat to bed now, or should I kill this special shadow monster I've never seen before and get some nightmare fuel?

As a qualified young wizard, he naturally chose to have them all.

As a shadowy claw slowly extended from beneath his feet, and he gently touched the shadow, a sharp sound entered his ears.

"Hmm? A new trick? I've never seen a talking shadow monster before!"

As soon as Kane finished speaking, the shadow spoke again: "Wizard, I am not the shadow monster you are talking about, please don't kill me!"

"To save your life, you'd even dare to call me a wizard? You cunning shadow monster, I'll..."

Just as Kane was about to kill the mysterious creature, Harry, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly got up.

"No, Kane, I know this guy."

Kane shrugged, and Shadow Claw, who was beating up the unidentified dark figure, slowly returned, grasped the bed handle, and made it easier for Harry to sit up.

“Alright, poor little thing, come closer and let us see you.” Kane said, taking a piece of charcoal from the little pumpkin’s mouth and throwing it into the campfire. Almost instantly, the firelight grew brighter, illuminating the entire ward.

This also allowed them to discern what kind of creature the mysterious black shadow was.

Unfortunately, I don't think I've ever seen this kind of creature on a vehicle before...

"What are you again?" Kane asked, a question that sounded a bit like an insult, but believe me, he really wasn't.

"I'm sorry, wizard, I'm a house-elf named Dobby," Dobby said with a look of fear on his face.

"Dobby, a house-elf... Oh, I remember now, you're a house-elf at Hogwarts, working in the kitchen?"

Kane racked his brains for a while before he remembered that there was such a race in the magical world, so he had almost hurt a house-elf because he couldn't see clearly?

Dumbledore wouldn't make me pay for my workplace injury, would he?

Just as Kane was brainstorming, Dobby shook his head: "No, sir, because I don't belong to Hogwarts."

"Oh, that's good. Dumbledore won't bother me anymore." Kane breathed a sigh of relief, and then Harry chimed in, "Then why did you come to see me again? I remember telling you before that I didn't want to see you again. No matter where, although I appreciate you coming to visit me, I still don't want to see you!"

"No, no, no, Harry Potter, I have to see you. I went to great lengths to get you here today..."

For a moment, Kane and Harry's minds went blank. What kind of rubbish language did this house-elf named Dobby use?

It took them a while to realize, oh~

So it turns out that the broom incident during the day and the poisoning at night were all the work of this house-elf named Dobby?

It seems Harry is in a bit of trouble and needs my help.

Kane was about to hand-make a Shadowblade for the house-elf named Dobby to let him taste it when Harry, being more rational, stopped him.

“Wait, hear what he has to say? I told you about him before, he was the one who blocked Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, remember?” Harry said.

“I remember now.” Kane clicked his tongue and pointed at Dobby: “Honestly, if I had known that Dobby could pull off such a ruthless feat, I should have given him a Shadow Blade before he ran away last time.”

"So Dobby," Harry's face was as intimidating as could be, "you'd better give us a proper reason why you're doing this!"

"Because Hogwarts is dangerous! Because..."

Dobby was about to speak when Kane interrupted, "Because of the basilisk, right?"

Dobby looked at Kane in shock: "How did you know?"

“Ah, not only do you know about the basilisk, but you also know that what caused it was a notebook.” Kane raised an eyebrow and continued to observe Dobby’s expression. Clearly, Dobby was right again.

"So now I'm very curious, whose house-elf are you? You know so much about this, you must be related to that so-called heir!"

Kane slowly stood up from beside the campfire and approached Dobby step by step. His appearance, combined with the light and shadow cast by the campfire from below, made him look as villainous as could be.

At this moment, Dobby really looked like a victim, constantly backing away, saying "no" to this and "can't" to that, looking as pitiful as could be.

Little did they know that if Kane hadn't been careful enough to add a Shadow Armor to Harry's ring of fire, turning him into a super-lucky character, the speed of Dobby's Flying Ball and Harry's flying broomstick would have clashed, and Harry would have been completely outmatched.

Dobby, who had originally intended to persuade Harry to leave Hogwarts, now realized that not only would Harry not be able to leave, but if he lingered any longer, he himself would have to stay and not leave.

He was about to snap his fingers and leave Hogwarts.

However, as a tentacle pulled from a tricky spot interrupted Dobby's spellcasting animation, Kane walked over with a raised eyebrow and used Shadow to bind Dobby into a mummy.

"So before me, no one tried to interrupt this kind of spell with such a long casting animation?"

Chapter 139 Should I write my will first or leave my last words first?

dong dong dong...

Although Dumbledore's office door is never locked, it's just out of politeness.

As Dumbledore said, "Please come in," Kane pushed open the door and went in: "Dumbledore, I think you need to see this little fellow."

As he spoke, he brought in Dobby, who was completely entangled in shadow. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the sight: "Ah, I don't recall Hogwarts having such a house-elf."

“What you’re saying is a bit redundant,” Kane said quietly. “This house-elf seems to know a lot of things, like the basilisk and the notebook, so I think the person behind him, even if he’s not the one who started the basilisk and the Slytherin succession this semester, is still connected to that notebook.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the two people in the office fell on Dobby at the same time. The latter said pitifully, "Dobby can't say."

“Yes, house-elves do have a responsibility to keep their masters’ secrets, but I think you can let him go now.”

Dumbledore nodded gently to Kane, his entire face radiating gentleness, for he feared that even the slightest change in his expression might cause Kane to pull some extraordinary stunt.

After all, just a moment ago, Dumbledore had used Legilimency to read Dobby's memories and learned that Dobby had attacked Harry twice in just one day.

If Kane hadn't forcibly added a Shadow Armor to the flying broomstick the first time, honestly, without Voldemort or the fateful duel, Harry's life would have been taken by Dobby directly.

In addition, there was the second poisoning attempt. Well, this time the poisoning was quite sophisticated. Although it was frightening, it didn't pose a significant threat to Harry.

Fortunately, Kane was rational and clear-headed. Someone else who was impulsive and easily swayed would probably have been finely chopped into mincemeat the moment Dobby revealed the horrific things he had done.

Why would I even have the right to bring it to my office?

Now, the journey to the West is just one step away from completion. If, because of his facial expression, the house-elf Gaba, who was about to escape, were to die here, he would be in danger.

Putting aside the difficulty in cleaning and the bad luck, this is also a sin. Although Kane's soul cannot be described as clean and pure, it is definitely not dirty. In the end, although this child beats people, robs, bullies students and bullies professors, he is still a good child at heart.

I'm much more peaceful than the extreme little wizards I've encountered in my long life; it's always better to be clean.

Kane ultimately lived up to Dumbledore's expectations. He shrugged, and a shadow slowly flowed down Dobby's body: "I don't want to see you again, nor do I want to see your bizarre thought process."

Dobby instinctively wanted to thank Shadow after being spared, but then it remembered Kane's words: "You even called him 'Mr. Wizard' to save your life?" Those were words that even someone deliberately looking for trouble might not say, so it decided to run away quickly.

In short, protect Harry Potter.

After saying that, Dobby snapped his fingers quickly, and the entire sprite slowly disappeared.

How could he say such a thing?

Kane raised an eyebrow, looking at the spot where Dobby had stood before disappearing, then turned to Dumbledore: "You let it go so easily, did you use your memory-reading magic?"

"Of course, why would they go to the trouble of using truth serum or torture to extract confessions if they could read memories without making a sound? Unless what they really need isn't the truth, but to see the pitiful expressions of the weak, which, if I may be so bold, is psychopathic." Dumbledore said, picking up a piece of parchment from the table and writing a passage on it.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask?"

Dumbledore looked at Kane, who wanted to leave right now, and suddenly spoke up.

"What do you want to ask?"

"What memories did I access?"

Kane shook his head: "I don't have any extra curiosity, and my intuition tells me that your words clearly indicate that there's some kind of low-paying, far-from-home job waiting for me."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "You're right. The owls are all asleep now, so I think you, the sleepless night owl, are more suitable than the sleeping ones to deliver our messages."

Kane: "......."

“Well, actually you fly very fast.” Dumbledore frankly pulled a small, exquisite compass from under his desk, turned it a few times, and handed it to Kane along with the envelope: “This is the direction of Malfoy Manor. Once you get there, invite Lucius Malfoy here, I mean invite him here.”

"Why emphasize 'please'?" Kane frowned, somewhat puzzled as to what kind of image he held in Dumbledore's mind.

“Because Lucius… he has the talent, but he’s been busy managing the family these past few years and has neglected magic, so I think you can subdue him, and in a very unseemly way.” Dumbledore seemed to remember something after he finished speaking, and hurriedly reminded him, “Of course, in a more respectable way.”

"Alright, let's be dignified. After all, I'm a part of Hogwarts, so I'll do my part." Kane sighed, took his mantis shrimp out of the little pumpkin's mouth, and Shadow pushed open the ornate mosaic window behind Dumbledore's desk, then flew out with a whoosh.

"This is not good." Dumbledore looked at the window shattered by Kane's flying broom, and with a helpless wave of his wand, repaired the window.

Soon, an uninvited guest arrived at Malfoy Manor, nestled in a picturesque valley plain.

Kane slowly landed on his flying broomstick, and gasped in amazement at the magnificent manor and the castle, which was brightly lit even in the middle of the night.

So these are the Celestial Dragons of the magical world? Their lives look amazing.

With that thought in mind, Kane walked to the gate. The door knockers of these large manor gates should all be magical. As long as he knocked on the door knocker, the people inside, or that house-elf named Dobby, would know that he had come.

Of course, if Dobby pretends not to hear...

The awkward situation Kane had anticipated did not occur. Almost as soon as he knocked on the door knocker, less than three seconds later, the manor gate slowly opened, and a stone path leading directly to the castle lit up.

"To be honest, it's quite impressive," Kane remarked, walking straight toward the castle. As he reached the castle gate, he was about to push it open when the gate opened by itself.

Then a figure I had seen before, or even felt somewhat familiar with, appeared before me.