Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 59 Shadow Manipulator

"Grave robbing is illegal!" Harry shouted as he saw Kane enter the cemetery. Kane, however, ignored him and shoveled the shovel into the soil, then stomped on it.

Click!

"Ugh, what a sin." Harry slapped his forehead in annoyance, but he quickly realized he couldn't just sit idly by. He had to do something more to prevent Kane from going down the path of crime.

Just as he was about to stop Kane, the latter suddenly lifted the shovel upwards, and a blood-red ruby ​​was dug out of the ground.

???

Harry's head was full of question marks, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Something's not right, something's not right. Why would there be gold in the soil? No, no, no, perhaps it's not that there's gold in the soil, but rather that the gold was hidden here by Kane before.

Hmm... And Kane just casually poked the shovel into the soil, without even touching the coffin. It shouldn't count as grave robbing; at most, it was just loosening the soil to let the deceased breathe some fresh air.

Harry was quite adept at self-hypnosis; in the end, he even believed it himself and picked up a shovel to help Kane, since there was no name written on the gold anyway.

And so, Harry just grabbed a shovel and shoveled it into a random spot.

boom!

Kane glanced warily at Harry, then at Harry's current actions and the consequences of those actions...

"Oh, my apologies, my apologies," Kane sighed. "Harry, you've really messed up his coffin lid."

Harry was a little confused when he was reminded. He quickly picked up the shovel and, sure enough, he dug a big hole in a nearly rotten coffin.

"Oh! My bad." Harry hurriedly filled the soil that had just been shoveled back in, but in his moment of panic, he didn't realize that he had already punctured the coffin, so the soil he filled in was perfectly placed inside the coffin, making intimate contact with the person inside.

"............."

"............."

"What stupid thing did you do?"

"What stupid thing did I do?"

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, until Kane finally came over with his shovel and added another handful of soil to the coffin.

Harry stared in shock at Kane, who seemed to be making one mistake after another: "No?"

"Humans devoured the entire Earth's biosphere while they were alive, and even after they died, they still tried to escape the decomposers' punishment. That's really a bit greedy, so... you did the right thing."

Kane shrugged, offering himself a twisted explanation, and added fuel to the fire: "So what are you waiting for? Get started!"

Harry then realized what was happening and, while filling the grave with soil, looked at the tombstone, which told him that the person who rested there was named Tom Riddle.

"Mr. Tom Riddle, please don't blame me. I was just helping you get back to nature as soon as possible. You're welcome. It's what I should do..."

Listening to Harry's devilish whispers from a short distance away, Kane sighed helplessly. He shouldn't have let Harry touch the shovel, not even for a moment.

But what's done is done. Harry has already done everything he should and shouldn't have done. What else can he say? He might as well keep digging up the grave.

It must be said that Little Hangleton's cemetery is very large. Kane started digging graves by himself in the morning and didn't finish digging all the graves until noon, except for Mr. Tom Riddle.

This guy with the same name as Voldemort was already pitiful enough to be beaten by Harry, the Coffin Breaker. Besides, he already had six gems in his two pockets combined. Let Mr. Tom Riddle escape this time.

As for Harry, he was sitting on a stone platform by the cemetery. He had already filled Tom Riddle's coffin with soil, and after doing so, he threw the shovel aside, not daring to make any further moves.

"Alright, Harry, our mission is almost complete. It's time to head back."

Kane straightened up and stretched hard, making a series of cracking sounds.

"Go back to the Dursleys? We'll definitely go hungry." Harry said helplessly, resting his chin on his hand.

"Why go back to the Dursleys? Let's go straight back to Hogwarts," Kane said, pulling the pocket watch-shaped Portkey that Dumbledore had given him from his pocket.

Having been at Hogwarts for so long, Harry naturally knew how to use the Portkey, and with a sense of relief, he quickly reached out and placed his hand on it.

A wave of dizziness washed over them, and the two found themselves on the shore of the Black Lake at Hogwarts.

"Wow, we're back already? Suddenly I feel like I wasted so much time on that long bus ride yesterday," Harry exclaimed.

"Okay, hurry back to the dorm. You get some sleep, and I'll get on with what I need." Kane rubbed his face vigorously as he listened to Harry's words, since digging up graves was a physically demanding job.

The two quickly returned to their dorm room. Ron was nowhere to be seen at this point. The Christmas tree was already erected in the very center of the room, and the Christmas presents were probably still on their way.

Of course, those belong to other people; Harry is the savior, and Ron has a family.

As for his Christmas present... Kane scratched his face...

Who says no one sends you Christmas presents? Does that mean Christmas presents from the Eternal Realm aren't Christmas presents? Children from the Eternal Realm naturally receive their own pampering from within the Eternal Realm!

After confirming several times that the campfire on his bedside table wouldn't illuminate the Christmas tree, he nodded in satisfaction. Back in the Eternal Realm, every Christmas he would wake up to find gifts next to the Christmas tree.

Considering that pumpkins and carving knives had chased him from the Eternal Realm during Halloween, he had good reason to suspect that Christmas presents would also fly from the Eternal Realm to find him.

As Harry's soft snores began to drift in, Kane, carrying the ruby ​​and sapphire, approached the spirit particle decomposer.

As the spirit particle decomposer was activated, a cool clicking sound followed, and a crystal-clear purple gem that seemed to possess magical power jumped out from the decomposer's large cap.

"Hey, lunch's ready too." Kane swiftly grabbed the rabbit, quickly roasted it, stuffed it into his mouth, and then began the process of making the Shadow Manipulator.

"One amethyst... three pieces of living wood, seven portions of nightmare fuel..."

Kane took a deep breath as the shadow manipulator, with a purple gem embedded in the center of the triangle, appeared in the bedroom.

The most exciting and anticipated moment has arrived!

Soon, as two books popped out of the Shadow Manipulator, Kane gave a confused "hmm," followed by a knowing "Ah~"

Clearly, the Shadow Blade and Shadow Armor underwent some terrible localization adjustments in the real world, transforming from pure equipment into magic. The advantage is that their potential is higher and they are easier to use.

The downside is... I haven't seen any downsides yet.

After opening the two books, the knowledge within flowed into his mind like water. The next moment, with just a thought, the shadow beneath his feet sprang forward like a panting cat.

Before Kane could react, a tiny slit was cut into the windowpane, from which cold white vapor was constantly billowing out.

The same goes for Shadow Armor. Unlike the armor used by older students, which requires a pre-cast animation of swinging a staff and chanting a spell, Shadow Armor can always transform into a gray-black light barrier to protect him whenever he needs it, if he so desires.

The fact that he could withstand 95% of the damage even gave him the expectation that he could swim in the flames.

Just as Kane had successfully acquired two powerful weapons and was immersed in the beautiful dream he had woven for himself, a shadowy creature slowly appeared behind him and gently touched him.

"?...!"

After swiftly eliminating the Shadow Monster, Kane once again pulled out his long-treasured top hat and put it on his head.

I spent the whole morning digging up graves and playing a couple of rounds of Shadow Magic. It seems my sanity level still isn't holding up very well.

After wearing the tall hat for a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now he still had two tasks: one was to test whether the flesh block statue could be used, and the other was to try to make a resurrection amulet.

However, crafting the Resurrection Amulet requires gold, which I don't have right now...

Just as he was fretting, Harry's snoring suddenly became louder for a moment.

Hmm... It's unethical, but... we have gold again!