Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 77 Tentacles got an account? When?

Chapter 77 Tentacles got an account? When?

Clearly, Hermione values ​​practical knowledge more than Gryffindor grades.

Kane pointed to Professor McGonagall's notes in his hand: "You mean this?"

Hermione nodded.

"Oh, these are Professor McGonagall's notes. If you need them, you can borrow them to copy after I've finished reading them."

Hermione pursed her lips into a speechless, kitten-like expression.

She had previously thought that Professor McGonagall was the only light in Hogwarts, absolutely selfless and fair, able to deduct points or put someone in solitary confinement at will.

Even Headmaster Dumbledore had to avoid the Celestial Dragons' sharp edge; only Professor McGonagall was the only light for ordinary junior wizards at Hogwarts.

And now you're telling me that last night you hung two Slytherins on the Great Hall dome all night, they're practically dried-out jerky, but this morning you were in Professor McGonagall's office for less than ten minutes.

Not only did you not lose a single point in Gryffindor, but you also brought Professor McGonagall's notes?

"By the way, what about the two Slytherins?" Harry and Ron's focus shifted away from the strange topic, and they asked a question Hermione would never dare to ask.

"Oh, Snape said he'd send them back to the Slytherin public washroom and that he'd put them in solitary confinement," Kane said nonchalantly, glancing at his book.

Harry and Ron gloated over the tragic fate of the two Slytherins, while Hermione, her face pale, gazed up at the blazing sun melting the snow outside the Gryffindor common room window.

The sky over Hogwarts... had completely darkened.

Kane looked at Hermione's face, which was a mixture of light and shadow. Although everyone at Hogwarts thought he had a cross-dressing fetish and eccentricities, and often said things that no one could understand and did things that no one could comprehend, they thought he was crazy.

But in Kane's mind, Hermione was the most eccentric one. Ordinary people had no idea what she was thinking when she would suddenly change her expression, or suddenly feel sorry for herself and lose her little pearl, or something like that.

Wrong. A girl's mood is like a lottery machine in the Eternal Continent. You never know what abstract thing will pop up when you pull the lever next time.

Time flowed forward steadily and quietly, and Professor McGonagall was a woman of her word; she said that from that day on, no one would bother Kane, and indeed, no one did.

Perhaps it was because Professor McGonagall secretly gave instructions to the older young wizards behind their backs.

Professor McGonagall's notes were copied four times and then returned. Those notes should have been quite beneficial to Kane, but given his limited knowledge, it's unlikely that they will offer him too much benefit right now.

For some reason, after the incident where Professor Quirrell taught Kane about Shadow Emergence, Kane went to see him again on the second Wednesday evening for extra tutoring, only to find that he had stood her up!

It is said that no one found Professor Quirrell at Hogwarts that day. It wasn't until the next day that Professor Quirrell returned to Hogwarts looking haggard, as if he owed death two hundred years to him.

The extra tutoring for Kane was postponed to the third Wednesday. From that day on, Voldemort's teaching pace accelerated dramatically, giving people a bittersweet feeling.

Almost every class was packed full of lessons. This time, Kane even asked Dumbledore why, since in Kane's eyes it was just an ordinary transaction. He wouldn't say anything if Voldemort just casually filled out the lessons.

Why was Voldemort teaching so diligently? And it wasn't the kind of teaching method that forced him to learn too quickly; Kane could tell that Voldemort was genuinely trying to build a solid foundation for him.

"Hmm, perhaps Tom just likes this feeling," Dumbledore said, taking a sip of his tea.

"Do you like this feeling?" Kane asked, frowning.

"Yes, the year Tom graduated from Hogwarts, he even submitted an application to stay on as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Perhaps becoming a professor would be a good choice for him, after all, he is really good at teaching, especially for a talented young wizard."

Kane looked at Dumbledore with curiosity: "Now tell me, do you regret not letting Tom stay at the university as a professor? Maybe the wizarding world would have been spared a Dark Lord."

"I still don't regret it. Let's believe that all of this is for the best. Tom's evil intentions cannot be suppressed by the position of a professor. Just like now, you are his student, but he is still thinking about killing you all the time."

As Dumbledore spoke, he peeled an orange for Kane and handed it to him.

"That's true. It's Wednesday again. Tom's eyes have been getting weirder lately, even in class. I feel like Quirrell isn't really paying attention anymore, like he's been possessed by Tom."

"Anyway, Kane, I have a feeling we should be careful today, be flexible, and safety is the most important thing," Dumbledore concluded.

"Hmm, I will." Kane said as he left the principal's office and knocked on the door of Professor Quirrell's office.

dong dong dong...

"Enter."

Kane walked into Professor Quirrell's office and saw him putting on his coat, seemingly about to leave.

"Oh, Kane, you've come at the right time. I think we need to have a magic practice lesson, don't you think?"

"Voldemort said with a slightly rising tone."

"Magical practice? Me and you? Where?" Kane, though he already knew what Voldemort was up to, still pretended to be clueless and asked.

"I'll take you somewhere, Kane. We can use that place as our magical practice ground," Voldemort said, coaxing Kane into leading him to the secret room in the fourth-floor corridor.

Kane's heart skipped a beat when he saw the door to the secret chamber. Dumbledore was right after all. Was Dumbledore's plan really reliable? If not, he would have used the backup plan.

For example, he could have single-handedly stuffed Voldemort into Maxwell's door, since Dumbledore had said that safety is more important than plans.

Just as Kane was brainstorming, Quirrell opened the door.

"Let's start with the first challenge. Although Professor Dumbledore forbade you from coming near here when school started, we can perhaps treat this as a trial."

Quirrell pointed to the three-headed dog baring its teeth at the two of them and said, "Find a way to get past this dog. It's very resistant to conventional magic, such as petrifying everything."

"Yes, Professor." Kane took out his wand and stopped thinking about those irrelevant things. Anyway, the plan was already very comprehensive. If something still went wrong... his Rebirth Amulet might just be a sinister option.

After Kane's panpipe spell instantly put the previously ferocious Cerberus into a state of infantile sleep, Voldemort showed no extra expression. This was expected, since Kane was the one who made the panpipes, and it would be truly strange if he didn't possess hypnotic magic.

After Voldemort used magic to move Cerberus away, he opened the trapdoor, revealing the menacing tentacles beneath.

Just as Kane was about to see what Voldemort was planning to do, Voldemort turned around and waved at Kane: "Look at your masterpiece, Kane."

Kane: ? ? ?