Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 48 Tomb raiding is illegal

Hermione's face was pouting. She was now full of resentment towards Professor Quirrell because she had also read the swamp magic book that Kane had read in the library.

The entire book is full of principles, with not a single bit of practical feasibility. What Professor Quirrell just said in his lecture was just breaking down the principles of the Swamp Technique. The knowledge did slip into the brain, like 1+1, but without the final equal sign, you can't get 2.

If I hadn't read that book before, I might have been fooled by Professor Quirrell. But now that Kane has been called up, it's perfect. When he fails to cast the spell and goes back to tell Dumbledore or the big Celestial Dragon behind him, Professor Quirrell's disgusting behavior of teaching halfway through will naturally be punished.

Even though thinking this way made me feel a little gloomy, I really had no other choice... Waaaaah!

Kane, on the other hand, wore a mask of pain. He didn't care at all about demonstrating magic; what he really cared about was the incredibly abstract aura emanating from Professor Quirrell.

To be honest, if Professor Quirrell could maintain this level of teaching in every class, he would be willing to put up with it a little longer.

Kane stood on the podium, unconsciously keeping a slightly distance from Professor Quirrell. As his wand emitted a grayish-white light, a strange swamp with dark gray, eerie stripes and bubbling patterns instantly appeared on the podium.

Quirrell was somewhat surprised by what he saw. In order to complete his master's task, demonstrate his authoritative magical level, and attract Kane to seek him out for private lessons after class, he had deliberately held back a trick, all to prevent Kane from learning this spell.

What's the result now?

Is this script right?

"Master, how about I just keep Kane in jail?" Quirrell whispered to Voldemort.

"Look for another opportunity. If you take the initiative to keep Kane here, it might attract Dumbledore's attention ahead of time."

Thus, Professor Quirrell, though heartbroken, put on a cheerful expression and led the entire classroom in applauding Kane, adding another five points to his score.

Hermione's clapping was a beat slow and she seemed a little dazed.

Hermione: ? ? ?

Hermione was silent, Hermione pondered, Hermione understood, Hermione felt relieved.

She seemed to have grasped some truths that were hard to accept at first, such as why Professor Quirrell only taught half of the lesson. Perhaps it wasn't because he was incompetent or a bad teacher, but because he was instructed to do so.

This artificially created gap between ordinary junior wizards and Celestial Dragon junior wizards... wow—this game of class can be played like this?

Kane, returning to his seat from the podium, scratched his head with a puzzled look. Why did he feel like Hermione had conjunctivitis? Could it be that she lost her pearl? No, it couldn't be; it was probably really conjunctivitis.

Soon, as the bell rang, Kane asked Harry and Ron to get him a meal when it was time to eat, while he went straight to the eighth floor to ask Dumbledore for Mandrake.

After knocking, he pushed open Dumbledore's office door and saw him awkwardly placing a crystal ball under his desk. He then looked at Kane and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"There's no problem, it's just that you asked me to convert fifteen mandrakes for you every month, right? I'd like to have one more," Kane said.

"Of course, that's no problem, but on the condition that you don't use that panpipe that you mentioned can hypnotize creatures to do bad things." Dumbledore said, leading Kane to the balcony of his office, where fifteen pots of mandrakes were placed.

"You can just take one later. Actually, sometimes insomnia isn't such a bad thing; it helps me think things through," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Thank you very much then." Kane said, and began to use the shadows to transform the mandrakes. Soon, all fifteen were completed. He didn't hesitate to pull one out, and then it kicked its legs twice in mid-air and died.

After stuffing the mandrake into his pocket, he was pondering his opening remarks when Dumbledore spoke first: "What do you think of Professor Quirrell?"

"He smells a bit strong, his lectures are sticky, and I don't know why he was so rushed in the first class but his level improved dramatically in the last class, and it seems like he was holding back. I feel like he's not doing justice to the salary Hogwarts pays him."

Kane blurted out everything he had in mind.

"Ah, it's quite simple. When he taught you the Swamp Spell, he only gave you a lot of general theories, but he didn't explain the real essence. Perhaps he wanted the young wizards to come closer to him and ask questions," Dumbledore said with a sigh.

"Can the Riddler please stop being the headmaster? Can't you just say what you want to say?" Kane was speechless at Dumbledore's way of speaking. It was because of Riddlers like them that the world was progressing so slowly and in such a spiraling way.

"Alright, alright, I personally distrust Professor Quirrell very much right now. I don't think he's a good person, so I feel it's necessary for me to keep a proper eye on him." Dumbledore said, pulling a fiery red feather from his desk.

"Find a way to leave this feather in his office. I think Professor Quirrell would be delighted to receive a gift from such a gifted young wizard," Dumbledore said, handing the feather to Kane.

Kane took the feather: "Is your monitoring spell on this? If I use shadow to change its form, will the spell still be there?"

"Why don't you give it a try?" Dumbledore suggested.

Kane nodded, and as the shadows eroded the feathers, they gradually took on the shape of the Eternal Continent.

Dumbledore nodded: "The magic is still there."

"Then there's no problem." Kane stuffed the feather back into his pocket. "I still need one more red feather like the one I just saw, three black feathers, and a real swamp."

As Dumbledore handed the feather to Kane, he pondered for a moment, and soon a place came to mind: "There really is a swamp in the Forbidden Forest." He then reached out to Kane: "Be prepared. Apparition, you know what I mean."

The moment Kane placed his hand on it, the two had already arrived deep in the Forbidden Forest. Kane took another step forward and there was a swamp. He stomped his foot, and as the shadows encroached forward, the swamp quickly turned into a strange gray-white appearance, with bubbles rising from it.

He took a step forward and stood on the swamp. Almost instantly, a terrifying tentacle stretched out from the swamp and was about to lash him when another shadow tentacle quickly wrapped around it. The two tentacles were locked in a stalemate, like twisted ropes.

"Oh, so that's how it is. I think the swamp you summoned yourself could do the same, right? Hmm, summon an area that attacks enemies indiscriminately..." Dumbledore exclaimed, looking at the swamp before him. What amazing magic!

"Yes." Kane now withdrew the shadow, restoring the swamp to its normal state. He was holding two tentacle skins in his hands, which he combined with the five feathers from before to create a 180-degree full-coverage feathered hat in the style of Native Americans.

To be honest, it's not very useful except for restoring the pitiful sanity and attracting more birds to poop on the hat's owner's head.

"Perhaps Professor Quirrell has been Indian for too long and wants to try out Native American culture?" Kane said, stuffing the feathered hat into his pocket, intending to give it to Professor Quirrell later.

"Now that I've done you a favor, I'd like you to do me a favor. Are you going to feel bad about refusing?" Kane asked Dumbledore.

"certainly."

"Do you have any purple gems? Rubies and sapphires will also be fine," Kane said.

"What a huge appetite! But this is really beyond my capabilities. I can even give you the key to my vault so you can see for yourself." As he spoke, Dumbledore actually took out a key and was about to hand it to Kane.

"Never mind, I doubt there are any." Kane sighed... After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Then do you know where there's a grave? The nearest one?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment: "Kane, grave robbing is illegal."

"I know, but as far as I know, robbery is also illegal, so... do you know where there are graves?" Kane repeated the question.

"...Wizard or Muggle?" In the end, Dumbledore felt he had slightly crossed the line.

"Anything is fine, but it has to be a lot. I'm not very lucky; if there aren't enough graves, I might not be able to dig up any gems." Kane quickly added a condition as soon as he heard there was a chance.

"The Little Hangleton Chapel Cemetery is abandoned for a long time, with many graves. You can go and take a look during the Christmas holidays." Dumbledore paused here, still wanting to ask what the connection was between digging graves and gems, but then decided against it.

After all, Kane's Shadow can suddenly sprout a bunch of tentacles in a lifeless swamp, so what's so impossible about him adding a gem to a grave?

This is magical.

Kane noted down the address, planning to make a shovel and go check it out during the Christmas holidays.

Soon, the two were back inside the castle. Kane stood in front of Professor Quirrell's office with the feathered hat in his hand: "He should like this gift... and he can also ask me about magic while he's at it."