Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

"Professor Dumbledore must have something quite important to discuss with you at this late hour, right?" Lucius Malfoy said slowly.

“In fact, I’m just a high-ranking owl who delivers messages…” Kane said, taking the letter Dumbledore had written from his pocket and handing it to Lucius Malfoy.

After receiving the letter, the latter did not rush to open it, but instead led Kane into the reception room and had Dobby serve Kane some snacks first.

Just as Kane was contemplating whether to have a snack or a milk tea first, Lucius had already seen the contents of the letter.

Should I write a will first, or leave my last words directly?

Chapter 140 He wouldn't be surprised no matter what terrible things Dumbledore did to him.

Just as Kane began to impersonate an elegant person and enjoy his early morning tea, Lucius had already started whispering to a beautiful woman who arrived late.

While eating the cookie, Kane glanced up at the pale, elegant face, which seemed to have never smiled since birth. The impression he gave was that it would be difficult to fool him with magic.

We need something even more powerful.

After telling Narcissa that if he didn't return in an hour, she should quickly work with the Board of Governors and the Ministry of Magic to suspend Dumbledore's position as headmaster and then try to rescue him, or at least put up a fight, he stood before Kane as if he were going to his execution.

"Do you have a key, Mr. Heath?"

"No, the flying broom." As soon as Kane finished speaking, the little pumpkin automatically opened its mouth and spat out the flying broom.

“Alright, darling, three hours.” Lucius turned around and reset the time for Narcissa. After all, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it would take two hours to ride a flying broomstick to Hogwarts and back.

However, it wasn't until Lucius sat on the back of Kane's broomstick and felt the intense and strange acceleration that he belatedly asked, "How long did it take you to get to Malfoy Manor on your flying broomstick?"

"About fifteen minutes?" Kane raised an eyebrow, trying to get Lucius to ask the question.

Because that way he could conveniently say the answer he had long wanted to say.

"How do you know that not long ago I used my amazing skills and a bunch of phoenix tail feathers that I swiped from Dumbledore to upgrade the top speed of the mantis shrimp to 369 miles per hour?"

Unfortunately, Lucius didn't ask that question, which made Kane, riding his broom, a little annoyed, and he couldn't help but twist the magic gate down a little more.

His mantis shrimp also has an emergency magic key. As long as you twist it to the limit and then twist it one more time, you can hear a click... and then it's the same old trick of downgrading and replenishing magic.

Unlike Kane, who silently rode his broom, Lucius, sitting in the back, seemed to realize that he had just missed an opportunity to praise Kane and provide him with emotional value.

So much so that Kane has now twisted his flying broom to such an abstract speed... If something unexpected happens and he collides head-on with a bird, this speed would be enough to pierce through the two of them.

It's probably too late to say anything now; what if Kane gets distracted while listening to me...?

Hmm? Maybe I could ask where you bought that broom. If I were to buy one for Draco...

That's too dangerous. Narcissa will break both of their legs.

Thinking of this, Lucius abruptly interrupted his dangerous thought.

Just as Kane was about to crash into the headmaster's office with Lucius, the Slugger's Wand suddenly teleported, perfectly avoiding the extra momentum and obstacles. The two, along with a broom and a pumpkin, landed steadily in Dumbledore's office.

"You're quick, Kane. I knew it was you who caused Fawkes to shed fur the other day." Dumbledore chuckled as he looked at Kane, who had brought Lucius. He calculated the straight-line distance from Malfoy Manor to Hogwarts and knew that Fawkes' sudden loss of fur was definitely Kane's doing.

"Alright, so I've delivered Mr. Lucius Malfoy to you. I'll be leaving now; Harry's waiting for me to keep him company at bedtime." Kane finished speaking and was about to push open the door to leave when Dumbledore stopped him: "Don't you want to hear it?"

“This is your private matter.” Kane shrugged and was about to leave when Dumbledore saw that he couldn’t stop him. “Then come to my office tomorrow morning.”

“No problem.” Kane readily agreed to this simple request.

Before returning to the infirmary, Kane first went to the Hogwarts kitchen, where he felt a sense of healing looking at the house-elves sleeping peacefully.

After all, they are all young and cute, and most importantly, none of them have the weird thought process like Dobby.

But speaking of Dobby...

Kane clicked his tongue. Although the house-elf was a bit dim-witted, at least he wasn't completely useless. After Dobby's commotion, it was likely that the heir to Slytherin would soon emerge.

It can be considered a good deed done.

Kane sighed and stuffed a whole bunch of delicious food into his little pumpkin before heading toward the infirmary.

After all, aside from drinking a ton of butterbeer in the Gryffindor common room, Harry should be pretty hungry by now.

"He's so lucky to have a friend like me."

Kane, carrying the little pumpkin, walked towards the infirmary and uttered this leisurely sigh.

Soon, when Kane arrived outside the infirmary, he found that the infirmary was lit. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was not a light, but the light of a campfire. Harry then threw all the charcoal he had placed next to the campfire into it.

Ron and Hermione were also in this small hospital room.

"What are you two doing here? Aren't you going to class tomorrow?" Kane asked in surprise as he walked into the infirmary, then shared some of the treats that Little Pumpkin was eating with each of them.

"I was worried about Harry, so I planned to go out in the middle of the night to check on him. That's when we found out about that house-elf named Dobby... Maybe their thought process is really different from ours." Ron twirled a finger around his temple.

Dobby didn't understand how he was doing it, but he was deeply impressed.

Hermione, on the other hand, was feeling drowsy, wanting to sleep but not wanting to.

“How about I send Hermione back? Ron, you can come over later tonight?” Kane pointed to the half-dead Hermione and sighed helplessly. This girl had devoted herself to finding the Slytherin heir, spending half the day brewing Polyjuice Potion and then coming to see Harry in the early hours of the morning.

Honestly, he was really afraid that if he let Hermione continue like this, one day she would suddenly die while brewing potions, and what she would end up with was Polyjuice Potion that could turn her into Hermione.

It's a little scary to think about.

"Leave Harry to me, I'll help him finish all the food he can't eat," Ron said, patting his chest, only to receive a slightly unconvinced eye roll from Harry.

Soon, Kane, who had used the Levitation Charm to bring Hermione back to the Gryffindor Tower, learned from his previous experience and used his tentacles to send Hermione back to her dormitory. That was indeed too abstract, but fortunately, he had a better way this time.

He reached into the shadow behind him, took out the Shadow Codex, and summoned a Shadow of Kane from it.

Shadow picked up Hermione and carried her back to her dorm, while Kane naturally returned to his cute little tent and slept soundly until dawn.

When they arrived at the Great Hall, Harry had already been discharged from the hospital and was sitting there with Ron, eating in a daze. It was obvious that they hadn't rested at all the night before and had been playing all night.

Kane glanced at his schedule in his pocket. The first class was Potions. He wished them good fortune and ate a quick breakfast. Not long after, he arrived outside Dumbledore's office.

Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if Dumbledore pulled some crazy stunt on him these days.

Chapter 141 Tom is finally here

dong dong dong...

“I don’t think you need to knock every time you come in.” Dumbledore slowly opened the door, holding a cup of black tea in his hand, and stood in the doorway looking at Kane.

“I know all too well how to be polite, you’ll get angry if I just walk in without knocking.” Kane said, walking past Dumbledore and grabbing a handful of almonds from his desk, which he then crunched into his mouth.

"Hmm~ Dumbledore, you have quite the appetite." Kane raised an eyebrow, grabbed a few more handfuls of almonds, and tossed them into the little pumpkin's mouth, planning to eat them as snacks during class later.

Dumbledore belatedly remembered that he had indeed asked Kane to come over this morning last night.

Ah... so the mysterious restroom is no longer an option.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and sat back down in his seat: "I have now pinpointed the general location of the Basilisk."

Kane, who had been lounging lazily in his chair, suddenly sat up straighter. After all, Dumbledore had captured the spirit of this lion-like man with just one sentence.

In short, he had to sit up and listen to this important matter.

"where is it?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow: "We only have a general clue as to the location. As long as I follow this clue, we will be able to find the Basilisk."

Kane, who had sat up straight, shrank back into his chair.

Dumbledore's behavior bordered on shamelessness, however slight.

Kane, who had shrunk back into his chair, then asked, "What about that clue?"

"I think you should listen to me ramble on for a bit first, so you can understand the necessity of this plan."

Kane: "......."

Seeing Kane's speechless expression, Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. His kind questioning of Lucius in the headmaster's office yesterday hadn't been for nothing.

Lucius explained to him as readily as possible what the mysterious notebook was and where he had stored it.

Yes, the situation is now very clear. In Ginny Weasley's cauldron, poor Ginny may have hurt quite a few people without even realizing it.

But to be honest, he didn't think that having a conversation with that thoughtful Tom copy would lead to any intellectual clashes or sparks of inspiration.

On the contrary, even if they dislike each other or Tom directly confronts him, he will not tell him where the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin is.

As for Legilimency... if that book had an eye, I might be able to try it, but unfortunately, that book probably doesn't have an eye.

As for disguising himself as a little wizard and playing "Guess if I'm the real little wizard?" with Tom, that kind of silly little game...

Although Dumbledore never considered naivety and innocence to be negative traits, he was unwilling to pretend to be that way.

Dumbledore thought one thing, said another, but Kane understood the meaning perfectly.

"So you mean I should get Tom's notebook back from Ginny, and then... ah... as Tom's little apprentice, I should get him to tell me exactly where that so-called secret room is?"

Kane looked at Dumbledore's abstract plan and couldn't help but nod. No wonder he was able to be the headmaster.

This plan is truly something only a few people could come up with, because most people wouldn't have a brain like Dumbledore's...

unusual.

"Although my plan sounds unreliable, or even a bit far-fetched, it is the best arrangement I can make."

As Dumbledore spoke, he deliberately placed a newspaper that was on the corner of the table in front of Kane.

"Although there are many misunderstandings and smears about me in this newspaper, at least some of what they said is not wrong. I really have had an excellent student as my best helper and close friend at every stage. For example, Mr. Newt Scamander, whom you once met, James Potter, Harry's father, and so on."

Kane gave Dumbledore a long look: "So you mean I'm a great help to your time? I don't remember you ever paying me a salary."

"If you need, I can ask my brother to let you take a trip through his vault."

No sooner had Dumbledore finished speaking than Kane moved.

No wonder Dumbledore, the lord of Hogwarts, had such an empty vault that a horse could run through it.

So, he has another hidden stash of money? And that's why he's depositing all his money with his brother?

The wicked headmaster probably used this trick to get students who weren't particularly bright to worship him without spending Galleons, making them feel like a talented horse has finally found its discerning owner...

Unfortunately, my brain is surprisingly capable.

Dumbledore, as if sensing what Kane was thinking, explained, "I don't get along with him."

Kane nodded. He understood. He understood everything. In short, the vault couldn't shake him in the slightest. Who knew if Dumbledore's brother's vault might be exactly the same as his?

Perhaps it's even worse; at least Dumbledore's vault has the Book of Shadows to prop up table legs.