Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

After all, there is no Death God in the Eternal Realm, so it is quite reasonable that the Shadow Codex, the ultimate authority in the Eternal Realm, could shield Death God's gaze.

Thinking of this, Kane immediately took action, hissing as he removed the Rebirth Amulet he always wore from his collar, then plucked a few cat hairs from it and placed them on the Shadow Codex like a walking stick.

As the Shadow Codex transformed into a slime and devoured the Rebirth Amulet, Kane confirmed that his guess was correct.

The sense of security that comes with having one's life protected, where one can do anything without fear of dying, remains in one's heart, undiminished even slightly. However, the unease and sense of loss brought about by the watchful eye of death have completely vanished.

With a huge weight lifted from his heart, Kane waved his wand, repaired the shattered chandelier fragments with a spell, and sat back down in his chair.

I lay there completely relaxed, and my understanding of the world deepened.

Therefore, the Grim Reaper in this world is truly just a rule, unlike in the Eternal Realm where there is a god representing the moon, a god representing the shadow, or so-called false gods like myself, Maxwell, and Charlie who stole the power of the shadow. Without exception, they all have their own thoughts.

In the real world, the Grim Reaper seems to lack his own thoughts and is more like a set of rules.

After all, if Death had a mind, even if I hid the rebirth amulet, he would still know that I still had the ability to regenerate, and would continue to tirelessly create tricks for me until I died once.

So this Grim Reaper isn't very intelligent.

Kane pursed his lips and continued adding a main quest to his notebook, which was on vacation this semester.

For example, besides helping Lupin find a way to control the curse, he also needs to make a mind hat...

After all, no one can resist the swagger and agility during a battle; it looks incredibly cool.

Chapter 147 Impact? Absolutely none.

Kane spent the entire morning reading in the library, from morning till noon, which startled Harry and the other two. At first, they thought Kane's slow reaction time had finally caught up with them.

Aha~ I've turned into a cat, I'm too ashamed to show my face, I'm going to attack the concrete from the air.

However, they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Kane, who was squeezed in the crowd and carefully eating his meal, in the auditorium.

The child didn't do anything foolish, which is quite good.

Then, the three of them, being very loyal friends, helped Kane chase away all the cat lovers surrounding him and started petting the cat themselves.

As Kane ate his biscuits, he realized for the first time that all his friends were idiots, and not only were they all idiots, but there was also a big idiot named Harry who gave him a very abstract suggestion.

"If you're worried about getting your food on your fur, why don't you shave it off?"

What could Kane say? If he shaved his head, he'd really have to attack the concrete.

I can't face anyone!

That's the first point. Actually, there's another very important point. After all, almost everyone in this world is attracted to good looks. If you shave your cat, who will you get free dried fish from?

Will Harry buy it for me?

Hmm? This actually seems to work.

Lunchtime ended quickly, and Kane went to class as if nothing had happened, with Little Pumpkin following behind him. Hermione walked behind Kane, wanting to ask, but then felt it would be impolite to ask such a question.

So should I ask or not? I guess I should ask, since I'm not exactly a polite person.

"Kane, how come you don't seem to be affected at all by looking like this?" Hermione asked curiously. After all, she had a pretty good sense of empathy. She had imagined herself as a cat-man. If she turned into a cat-man, she probably wouldn't even dare to look in the mirror, let alone eat or go to class as if nothing was wrong.

Kane tilted his head in surprise at Hermione's question. Being a cat-man wasn't a lifelong thing; he'd change back in a few weeks. And when he thought about it, it didn't seem like there were any downsides to being a cat-man.

For example, Kane saw two Ravenclaw female students walking towards him from ten meters away. About three seconds later, the two female students were on Kane's left and right, handing him two exquisite snack gift boxes.

The latter glanced at it, nodded, and placed it inside the small pumpkin. Then it began to enjoy the head massage from the two beautiful senior students. After all three parties were happy, the two senior students rubbed affectionately against the cat hair on their left and right sides before leaving.

“So…” Kane shrugged. “So far, I haven’t seen any downsides.”

After witnessing all of this firsthand, Harry, his friends, and their companions were truly amazed.

Is this the benefit of having a strong inner self? Having a benevolent attitude towards all the new things in life... why am I a little envious?

Unlike Hermione, who was contemplating the meaning of life, Harry and Ron, both looking somewhat repressed, simultaneously glanced at Hermione: "The Polyjuice Potion and the cat hair from last time..."

"That's all!" Hermione glared at the two of them and walked straight toward the Potions classroom in the distance.

Kane, seeing the embarrassed Harry and Ron, shrugged casually. He knew he couldn't help them with this, and then headed towards the Potions classroom.

Then he soon experienced the first downside of turning into a cat—well, not exactly a downside, it was just that Snape was now standing inside the classroom.

He had probably been in Diagon Alley buying supplies for a while, so this was his first time meeting Kane.

To be honest, it's not surprising that he didn't recognize him. A normal person wouldn't recognize him if they didn't see Kane's robes and the little pumpkin on the back.

However, when he saw the little pumpkin, his cheekbones and eyebrows twitched, and he finally spoke slowly: "Did cat hair get into the compound decoction?"

Upon hearing Snape's words, Kane felt as if he had seen a ray of light, as he was genuinely concerned about this matter: "So, Professor, have you encountered a situation like mine? I'm not the only one who has made a fool of myself?"

Snape shook his head: "Although all kinds of potion books will write in bold next to Polyjuice Potion to watch out for animal fur, a little wizard like you who is completely careless and has fallen for it must be the first in the history of Hogwarts."

"Can you tell me what you're thinking? After making such a huge fool of yourself, instead of lying quietly in the infirmary, you still have the mood to come out and teach?"

Snape asked quietly.

"I said I did it for your knowledge, but you..."

“I certainly don’t believe it,” Snape said, shaking his head in advance.

Just as Kane was about to tell the truth, an old acquaintance appeared in his field of vision. It was Draco Malfoy, who was holding a Willy Wonka chocolate and shoving it into his hand. Before Kane could agree, Draco quickly rubbed his head twice with his two little hands and then walked into the classroom.

Then...

“I’m sorry, Professor Snape, I didn’t know you were here.”

"Slytherin, one point deducted." Snape said through gritted teeth, looking at the spineless Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy quickly looked down, then glanced at the chocolate in Kane's hand, trying to reach for it back, but Kane kicked him rudely, sending him flying into the classroom.

"Gryffindor -5 points deducted."

Hermione, who had just reached the door, felt as if the sky had never been held up when she heard this.

Fortunately, Snape wasn't in the mood to cause them trouble today. Instead, he pointed Kane in the right direction: "Go back to where you came from. Don't step into the Potions classroom until you've returned to human form."

To be honest, Snea's concern was very valid. Kane's tiny, grooved hands could turn a potion into a sandwich with just a touch, but now he's turned into a cat-man. What if something goes wrong in the classroom and triggers the underlying code, causing him to start breathing in the classroom?

The worst thing isn't that it hurts people, but that cat hair flies all over the classroom. So, is this potions classroom a potions classroom or a cooking classroom?

That was horrible.

“So,” Snape slowly reached out and placed his large hand on Kane’s head, “go back to where you came from. If you don’t know where to go, maybe go to Dumbledore. You know, he’s always been open to dangerous people like you, and he actually mentioned to me that he wanted to talk to you about something.”

And so, Snape kept pressing Kane's head all the way to the stairwell, making sure he was well within reach of the Potions classroom before he finally breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his hands, and returned to the classroom.

Kane raised an eyebrow at Snape's words. What did Dumbledore want now?

I went there to join in the fun.

Chapter 148 This isn't friendship! This is Stockholm Syndrome!

"Dumbledore? I heard you wanted to see me?" Kane pushed open the door to the headmaster's office, where Dumbledore was crunching on a cockroach... oh, a chocolate cockroach.

When Dumbledore saw Kane come in, he quickly pushed the pile of cockroaches on the plate over: "You really should try this. It's a new product from Bee Duke. It has a chocolate shell and a mint filling. It's refreshing and not too sweet."

Kane waved his hand: "Uh, no thanks, my chocolate is mint-filled too."

As he spoke, he took out the Willy Wonka chocolate that Malfoy had presented to him from his pocket, broke off a piece, and looked at the filling of the chocolate with a strange expression.

"What's in there? Why does it feel so... eerie?"

Kane handed a slightly smaller piece of chocolate to Dumbledore, intending to let him take a look, after all, it was the wisdom and experience of an elder.

Dumbledore was truly wise; he recognized the filling at a single glance.

"Catnip."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Kane readily threw the remaining chocolates into the burning fireplace in the distance. Just as he was pondering whether he should stuff Malfoy into the fireplace as well, Dumbledore tasted the catnip chocolate.

"Hmm, to be honest, it tastes pretty good. Let me check the trash can... it's still quite clean!"

Dumbledore, without a trace of headmaster airs or concern for decorum, picked up the chocolate from the trash can: "In this life, other people's opinions don't matter. Of course, I think you agree with this statement, so I don't need to say more."

As Dumbledore spoke, he began to savor the chocolate in his hand, and the feeling of ecstasy even made Kane feel a tiny bit... guilty?

This old man is so poor, yet he loves sweets so much, and I had a piece of chocolate, so I threw it in the trash right in front of him... It just feels like I was deliberately insulting him...

So... is Dumbledore subtly trying to morally blackmail me?

Kane had a strange intuition that Dumbledore had some difficult, abstract, and messed-up task for him to do again.

Clearly, his intuition was right. After Dumbledore had eaten all the chocolate cockroaches and catnip chocolates, he finally spoke up.

"So, how is Tom doing now?"

"The training program was very successful. He no longer dares to talk to me about random things, and he has fewer of the ideas he shouldn't have, such as wanting to trade with me on an equal footing."

Dumbledore: "???"

He seemed to recall that when they handed Tom over to Kane, they didn't say that.

Kane, noticing Dumbledore's confusion, added, "Don't worry, one day I'll train this Mr. Tom into my little puppy. If I tell him to go east and he dares to even glance west, I'll..."

At this point, Dumbledore finally couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt Kane. Although he had experienced all sorts of bizarre events and encountered all sorts of abstract people in his long life, how could someone as abstract as Kane plan such a bizarre thing?

To be honest, this is my first time.

Kane was also helpless. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to pretend to be a good student and get the secret room out of Tom.

People can't imagine colors they haven't seen before, so it's clear that Kane would also find it difficult to pretend to be a nice guy.

We can't just hand this book over to Neville.

Dumbledore, meanwhile, slumped back in his chair, utterly exhausted. He was currently pondering how to get Kane to willingly agree to such a slightly embarrassing thing, and of course, how to make himself look less embarrassed.

After all, he had already simulated the method he had anticipated...emmm...

Why don't you ask him for help yourself?

For Kane, this might be the most enjoyable day of his Hogwarts studies...

Because Dumbledore made a very sincere request to him, and took out his three mint chocolates, real mint chocolates, which were his most treasured possessions.

"Oh, Dumbledore, I'm almost embarrassed to accept this," Kane said, beaming as he put the chocolate into his little pumpkin.

"So, you've granted my request?" Dumbledore said, looking at the little pumpkin with a big tongue sticking out behind Kane, with a hint of regret.

"Don't worry, it's just a secret room. I'll definitely help you find out where that thing is."