manynovel Chapter 112 Hermione, lost in thought
Chapter 112 Hermione, lost in thought
Chapter 112 Hermione, lost in thought
"What good news?" Hermione leaned closer to take a look.
"I'll just go ask Professor Sprout about the good news, even though I roughly know what it is."
With that, Kane stuffed two fried eggs into his mouth, wiped his mouth, and left the Great Hall, jogging towards the greenhouse.
Hermione, meanwhile, began to stroke her chin. If Kane considered it good news... it couldn't be a small matter...
That shouldn't be the case. I didn't see it in the news.
Inside the greenhouse, Professor Sprout leisurely swung in a deckchair, holding a stack of letters—or rather, a deposit. He had never looked so happy before.
I still remember the expressions on my herbalism and alchemy professors' faces when they put on the pioneer hats of farming. It's just a pity I didn't bring a camera to capture a beautiful memory for them.
Professor Sprout was still savoring the amused expressions on his two professors' faces when Kane pushed open the door and walked in.
"Ah, Kane, come and see this. Did you know your paper passed?" Professor Sprout said, sitting up straight in his recliner.
I didn't receive a letter, but I did receive two bags of Galleons, which I think are probably royalties for the accepted paper.
Kane sat down opposite Sprout as he spoke, while Professor Sprout shook his head: "Not only that, there's also this."
Professor Sprout handed Kane more than a dozen letters, saying, "These are from some herbalists I know who ordered your Farming Pioneer Hat. Here are their addresses and magic checks. You can redeem them at Gringotts."
Kane took the letters and quickly stuffed them into his pocket, then suddenly felt he needed to ask about the price of the hat.
After all, this hat, though not particularly valuable—just a latrine bucket, a few seeds, and maybe a piece of gold for electrical components—should still sell for at least seventy Galleons.
Professor Sprout looked at Kane with the eyes of someone looking at a child: "You're mistaken, Kane. You underestimate the wealth of those Potions Masters, you underestimate me, and you underestimate your hat even more."
Kane, the little boy, held up one finger: "One hundred Galleons?"
Professor Sprout slowly extended two fingers.
"One hundred and twenty?"
"Two hundred Galleons! Kane, no need to be so surprised. Intelligence and monopoly are worth that much." Professor Sprout said with great pleasure, having not seen such a talented young wizard in many years.
Kane, on the other hand, momentarily lost his composure.
Hmm... ten letters... two hundred gallons each, that's two thousand gallons. After deducting the amount I exchange gold gallons for gold bullion, I should still have fifteen hundred gallons left...
So, he'd suddenly become a wealthy young wizard, a Dalit among Dalits, a Karami among Karamis, with 1,500 Galleons in his hands? While that amount of money might not seem like much to established pure-blood wizards, it should be enough to buy him two properties in the wizarding and Muggle worlds...
Kane stared blankly at the two Mandela monsters rolling around inside Dumbledore's protective shield in the sky.
It's kind of... kind of fun, what's going on?
Professor Sprout didn't say anything when he saw Kane's state, and didn't disturb Kane from enjoying his wonderful life.
After all, he was only twelve years old. If he had two thousand Galleons at the age of twelve, he would probably have fainted from happiness.
After some time, Kane slowly emerged from his flow state of enjoying the bright future and watched as Professor Sprout began to struggle with whether he should adopt a godmother or something... Sure enough, he decided to adopt a godmother.
Since I'm an orphan and Professor Sprout is unmarried, I want to take care of her in her old age!
Just as Kane was about to take action, the field where he had planted potatoes suddenly began to shake.
Professor Sprout looked over with a puzzled expression, then, finding it odd, put his pioneering hat on his head and examined it closely.
That's strange. Let me take another look while wearing a hat.
The information in the hat was that the potato was ripening... So Professor Sprout couldn't help but ask, why would the ripening of such an ordinary potato cause such a strange tremor, similar to an earthquake?
Unlike Professor Sprout, Kane now roughly knew why. Sure enough, two or three seconds later, a huge potato burst out of the ground with a rumble, followed by a second, a third, a fourth...
Almost every potato was as big as Hagrid's hut, and the greenhouse dome...
Well, since that field was close to the greenhouse glass, the greenhouse's glass dome inevitably shattered once again.
On the other hand, Professor Sprout, wearing a pioneer's hat, is different; this scene is neither scientific nor magical.
Although I know Kane has some amazing abilities, can a human really grow crops that are larger than the land itself?
While Hagrid can create gigantic crops, the largest they can grow is no taller than his calf. These giant potatoes, however, are comparable in size to Hagrid's hut...
Could it be that the roots of these four potatoes have already climbed from the greenhouse to the forbidden forest or even the direction of Black Lake?
It's weird, take another look.
I took off my pioneer hat and put it back on, but it was still the same...
Herbalism no longer exists, but it's not bad. Although Kane grew these four giant potatoes, at least they are still dead. If they were like those two Mandela demons in the sky, four potato demons this big, I really can't imagine what kind of disaster my poor greenhouse would suffer.
Meanwhile, Kane had already used Shadow Blade to cut a neat opening in the greenhouse, and then used Levitation Spell to make the four large potatoes fly into the sky.
He turned back to Professor Sprout: "Professor, would you like to keep one of these potatoes?"
Sprout hesitated for less than a second before nodding vigorously: "Of course!"
Kane slowly placed one of the largest potatoes on the open ground of the greenhouse, then floated the remaining three potatoes out. Finally, the shadow beneath his feet twisted and turned into a dark hand that grabbed the two Mandela Spirits in the sky and pulled them to the ground.
"Professor, what about these two big white radishes?" Kane immediately realized he'd asked a silly question. The greenhouse would soon be teaching about mandrake, and leaving these two white radishes here to observe the herbalism class...
Who knows, one day you might breathe directly on someone and get punched twice by some little wizard until you're kneeling and dragged home to be made into Mandela soup.
Therefore, for the sake of classroom tranquility and the safety and peace of mind of both Mandela spirits, it would be better to take them to Hagrid.
Professor Sprout shared Kane's opinion; after all, the idea of pulling their fellow mandrakes out of their pots and placing them elsewhere, or even hanging them on racks to dry and die in the sun, and finally slicing them up, was far too bizarre for the mandrakes.
Soon, Kane, carrying three large potatoes and two wriggling mandrakes, passed through a large group of young wizards who were watching him, and finally arrived at Hagrid's hut with a scalp as hard as iron.
Hagrid, still spinning yarn in his hut, intending to knit a cushion, felt that it was getting dark.
Then he looked up.
Oh, it's not that it's getting dark, it's that Kane has arrived.
Kane held the Mandela and the three potatoes firmly in the air with his Shadow, then went into Hagrid's hut to discuss whether Hagrid could accept his two lovely new neighbors.
Hagrid is fine, as long as his two new neighbors aren't afraid of being bitten by his own Yaya, who sees him as a walking white radish.
Kane quickly controlled the shadows to release the two potatoes and the two mandrakes. One of the potatoes was a gift from Kane to Hagrid, and the other was for the mandrakes to live in.
Well, all in all, although we don't know if these two Mandela spirits will have baby Mandelas, but what if they do? It wouldn't be a problem if these harmless white radishes had more, they're not like those eight-eyed giant spiders deep in the Forbidden Forest.
Kane bent down and rummaged inside the little pumpkin's mouth, then took out the two carving knives that had spawned on his bed during the last Halloween and handed them to the Mandela Spirit, telling them to carve their own houses.
Kane, of course, took the last big potato that belonged to him back to his bedroom.
Although I don't know what use this thing is to me, it's... very meaningful as a keepsake.
After successfully bringing the potato back to his dorm room using the shrinking and enlarging spells, he used the Shadow Blade to cut out a small workshop inside and stuffed all the scientific machines, spirit particle decomposers, and other similar devices that he had previously casually placed in the corner of his dorm room into it.
It's also thanks to the fact that Hogwarts' three-person dorm rooms are big enough. If it were a four-person, six-person, eight-person, or twelve-person dorm... honestly, living in any of those dorm rooms would be worse than living in a potato.
After waxing the workshop inside and out, Kane yawned, thinking it was time to do his part for his little family.
Soon, in the afternoon, Harry returned from Quidditch training, and Ron finally escaped the clutches of his two brothers. Only Hermione was left; she was probably still in the Hogwarts library, probably collecting something.
What's the point of rolling it up? It's not that serious. The magic world is a vast blue ocean right now. With a little effort, you can make a name for yourself. I don't understand Lord Rolling's thoughts.
In the end, Kane, still thinking about making money together, went to the library to find Hermione. However, Hermione stared at him with a look that suggested she hadn't slept for three days and three nights. After a moment of mental blankness, Kane slowly shook his head: "No, I don't think I'm that short of money."
Of course, her true thoughts weren't what Hermione said. After all, when Kane talked about making money, Hermione heard a completely different interpretation...
For example... Kane, dressed in a wizard's robe woven entirely with gold thread, suddenly burst into the library. Just as Mrs. Pince was about to remind Kane to be quiet, she was suddenly struck down by a killing curse that came from behind her. The Aurors arrived at the scene in just three seconds and ultimately determined that Mrs. Pince had committed suicide.
Then Kane extended an invitation to Hermione: "Come on, my dear friend, let's burn Diagon Alley to ashes together, and then let the residents of Diagon Alley swindle our match money. It doesn't have to be much, just a few hundred or a thousand Galleons each will be enough."
Hermione certainly didn't expect Kane's true plan to unfold this way, but recalling how he and Lockhart had teamed up to steal Cade's precious notebook...
Emmm, she genuinely felt that the plan wasn't right for her.
Kane didn't say anything, only reminding Hermione to rest and not to die suddenly in the library before leaving.
Hermione glanced at the library exit and saw Kane's retreating figure.
So that was...a threat?
Of course not, Kane was really just concerned about Hermione.
Soon, Kane returned to his dormitory. Harry and Ron had already prepared the materials he needed: a potty and a furnace for melting Galleons. Then, with Ron looking on with a tearful expression, Kane put about a handful of Galleons into the furnace and melted them down to a fist-sized gold nugget, which was then used to make electrical components that were placed aside.
Next, seeds were put into the compost bin, and finally, after Kane demonstrated his superpowers, a pioneering farming hat was made.
Then Harry would take them to the owlhouse and distribute them, and the cycle would repeat itself.
A week later, after all ten Pioneer Hats had been distributed, Kane received the final payment a few days later. The three of them were humming a little tune about dividing the money in the corner of the lounge as they spread the Gallon checks out on the table.
Brothers should share both hardship and prosperity. Besides, they weren't just freeloading. After all, if Kane had to choose to fetch a bucket and dig up that stinky cow dung himself, only to end up with all the strange looks from the school's junior wizards as he carried it back to his dorm...
Kane felt he couldn't withstand the strange looks, so Haro and the other two were fully worthy of these Galleons for their efforts.
"These two hundred gallons are yours!" Kane handed Ron two checks for one hundred gallons each.
"These two hundred gallons are yours." Kane then handed Harry two more checks for one hundred gallons each.
"As for the remaining 1,100 Galleons, they're mine." Kane happily tied up the remaining Galleons and stroked them as if cutting a deck of cards.
It feels pretty good.
"What are you guys doing? Playing Monopoly?" Hermione suddenly appeared in the corner and asked curiously. After all, she had been curling her hair for so long that it was starting to fall out, so she really needed to relax.
"If you're playing Monopoly, include me!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly as she sat down on the sofa.
"No, we were really dividing the money just now," Ron said in a very funny voice.
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"Are they really dividing the money?" Hermione frowned. "Did I hear that right?"
Harry shook his head: "You heard right, Galleons."
Hermione crossed her arms and fell into deep thought.