Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 52 Hogwarts is in turmoil?

In the library, Kane was writing something on paper with a quill pen, while in front of him was a reference book on gems. Hermione, who was sitting to the side waiting for Kane's lecture, almost had her heart shattered when she accidentally glanced at it.

In the corner of the book, a piece of jade the size of a fingernail costs ten Galleons, and none of the mainstream gemstones with large layouts cost less than three digits in Galleons.

A purple gemstone the size of half a palm costs a full 150 Galleons...

As expected of a Celestial Dragon, after taking the Gallon from the poor professor, he used it to buy these luxury gems...

Hmm, Gringotts really doesn't rip off poor wizards.

Hermione looked at the appalling prices listed in the book and sighed softly.

Meanwhile, Kane finally finished writing the letter to Gringotts. He folded it up, summoned a bird with a summoning spell, and had the bird carry the letter to Hugin, who then delivered it to Gringotts.

To be honest, whether the gems bought from Gringotts can be used to make a Shadow Manipulator remains to be seen after testing, since the weight is a factor in this regard.

For example, the gold nugget needed to make a scientific machine requires a fist-sized amount of gold. More doesn't matter, but if there's less, even just one gram, the Shadow Erosion won't succeed, and the scientific machine won't be made.

He was begging for the amethyst to be at least slightly off the mark!

After praying for all this, he looked at Hermione again. To be honest, when he told Hermione to stay away from Quirrell, he should have changed his words. He shouldn't have called Professor Quirrell a scumbag, but should have told Hermione to find other professors, such as Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick, instead of telling her to find Professor Kane at the drop of a hat, which was a headache.

Fortunately, Hermione still had exceptional emotional intelligence. Instead of letting Kane teach her for free, she lent him her Transfiguration notes, which she had copied from a second-year Ravenclaw student, in exchange.

After casually stuffing the notes into his pocket, Kane cleared his throat. It was time to show off the skills he had learned while cosplaying as a rabbit inside the Spirit Particle Decomposer hat.

evening......

Fortunately, there were no classes today. I don't know if it's because my teaching is so bad, or if Hermione has cotton stuffed in her ears, but the progress is surprisingly slow.

He talked for almost half a day, and finally, he got Hermione to successfully cast the Swamp spell. Although the swamp disappeared on its own a few seconds later for some unknown reason, it was still a very good start.

Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Everything is difficult at the beginning. After succeeding in the first step, she could go back and consolidate her knowledge slowly. Also, she vowed that she would never ask the "talent monster" for questions again.

They genuinely don't teach you the basic principles in their lectures, because those principles are practically muscle memory in their minds. It's not like they've learned them well; it's more like they haven't forgotten them from a past life.

"Alright, let's hurry to the auditorium now. We still have time to have a meal. I won't be able to finish copying the notes today. I'll return them to you as soon as possible tomorrow." Kane said, standing up and stretching vigorously, making a series of crunching sounds.

"You go eat, I'll find somewhere to consolidate my strength."

After Hermione finished speaking, Kane immediately chimed in, "Aren't you hungry? Will someone bring you dinner?"

Hearing Kane's devilish murmur, which contained no malice whatsoever but was sincere and revealed his low emotional intelligence, Hermione quickened her pace as she left.

She planned to find a place to secretly collect some small pearls, but without being discovered.

Kane saw Hermione scratching her head in confusion as the forward button was suddenly pressed. Since things had come to this, he figured they should eat first.

the next day.........

Perhaps because of Halloween, all the professors in the castle were busy preparing for the Halloween chapel.

And Kane...

Looking at the three green carving knives and several pumpkins bigger than his head that had inexplicably appeared beside his bed...

Got it! Today is Halloween. Back when I was in the Eternal Realm, we had this classic Halloween event every year. But I've clearly already left the Eternal Realm, haven't I?

"So my bed is a niche of the Brilliant Gate? Probably not, maybe it's just that my shadow sensed the festival and condensed on its own..." Kane muttered, somewhat bewildered, as he picked up the pumpkin and carving knife.

Harry and Ron, who woke up unusually early today, washed their faces as usual. They had gotten used to Kane occasionally saying things they couldn't understand.

Soon, the two, having washed their faces, came out of the bathroom and saw Kane sitting calmly on the sofa, looking lifeless.

He realized that he now had neither the materials to build a Halloween science workbench nor the Pig King to give him any extra rewards.

"I guess I'll just have to carve pumpkins for Halloween this year..." Kane sighed, glancing out of the corner of his eye at a raven decoration next to his pillow...

"Oh well, at least I got it for free." He pinned the raven decoration to his collar and went to his desk to start copying the notes Hermione had copied from second year.

And so, a boring day began. After copying books all morning, it was afternoon. In the Spells class, the three of them sat in the front row by the window, while Hermione sat with Finegan behind them.

After Kane quickly mastered the spell, he lowered his head and began copying notes. Harry and Ron diligently studied their books. Everything was peaceful until Hermione asked to go to the bathroom, and soon after, Kane felt that his seat was getting a little cramped.

Looking up, he saw that Finigan, who had been sitting in the back, had somehow squeezed in with the three of them.

"Now I finally understand why Hermione and her friends have been giving each other the cold shoulder for so long. Being classmates with Hermione is not much different from being tortured," Finnigan complained in a low voice, and Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.

They were both academic underachievers. It was fine if they sat far away from Hermione, but if they sat a little closer, they were sure to get a lecture. Seeing Finigan being lectured in the same way, they felt a strong sense of empathy for her.

Kane: ? ? ?

Hmm... If Fignagan does this, won't Hermione get angry and hit him with a hammer?

Soon after Hermione returned from the restroom, she pushed open the door and looked at her seat.

???

My deskmate is gone.

Finnigan looked up somewhat awkwardly, but after seeing Hermione's helpless eyes, she lowered her head again in embarrassment.

In the end, Hermione didn't say anything more or make any physical attacks. She simply sat back down in her original seat. She had made up her mind that she wouldn't go to the dinner party later and would go to her usual spot to properly "drop the little pearl."

The four students in the front were completely unaware of Hermione's unusual situation in the back. In the blink of an eye, get out of class ended, and Hermione left faster than any of the junior wizards.

"Why did I get the feeling Granger was angry just now?" Ron said, then looked at Finigan beside him. "Why don't you apologize to her?"

"I'll see her later, but it's not entirely my fault. After all, nobody likes being criticized by another person." Finigan sighed bitterly. He felt incredibly unlucky today. After saying that, he chased after Neville, who was not far away.

Kane, who was copying notes, noticed that Harry and Ron hadn't left. He lowered his head and said, "You guys go to the Great Hall and save me a good spot. I'll come find you when I'm done copying."

"Then hurry up and finish your notes." Ron said and left the classroom with Harry. Kane continued to copy the last bit of notes by himself, and when he looked up again, fifteen minutes had passed.

He got up and stuffed his own notebook into his pocket, while holding Hermione's in his hand, intending to return it to Hermione when he saw her in the Great Hall. However, after surveying the Great Hall like a lion, he couldn't find Hermione anywhere.

"Are you looking for Hermione?" a voice called out behind Kane. He turned around and saw Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown.

"I'm returning her notes." Kane waved the notes in his hand. Lavender nodded, then leaned closer to Kane and whispered, "Most of the time when Hermione can't be found, she's secretly crying in a women's restroom on the first floor. You can try your luck there."

Kane was now truly baffled by Hermione and her friends. A misunderstanding escalated into an argument, which in turn led to conflict and a cold war, during which Kane would even inquire about where Hermione secretly cried...

He didn't understand these complex emotions, but he was deeply moved.

"Thanks, I'll go see what's going on." Kane said, walking towards the restroom Lavender had mentioned. Luckily, the restroom was extremely secluded, otherwise he might have been mistaken for a pervert sneaking into the women's restroom.

Soon, he found the toilet based on his memory of wandering around Hogwarts. If it could still be called a toilet, the once slender and elegant door had been violently smashed open, leaving a hole the size of a tall nut, and the inside reeked of the stench of a fermenting corpse.

"Don't house-elves clean their toilets?" he muttered, glancing inside before his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hiss—Hagrid's secret troll that he kept at Hogwarts has escaped?"