Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 35 Malfoy, save me!

It's quiet now.

The entire classroom fell silent.

Harry and Ron, who knew what was going to happen, covered their eyes, unable to bear watching.

Hermione was the same, but she was also a little shocked.

She knew Hogwarts wasn't scientific; it was a place that emphasized magic. But the problem was, this was just too magical.

She looked at Kane, who had an innocent expression, as if she knew why Harry and Ron weren't sitting at the same table with him anymore.

The other students in the classroom were the same; whether they were Gryffindor or Slytherin, the way the young wizards looked at Kane could be summed up as looking at a god.

"This..." Snape slowly moved his lips. He had been a Potions professor at Hogwarts for ten years, and he could say with certainty that he had seen many strange and bizarre things, but at this moment, Kane had done something quite different.

He genuinely had never seen it before.

"Professor, perhaps you could give me a chance?" Kane looked back at Snape pitifully, but it would have been better if he hadn't looked. When he did, he saw that Snape's face was pale and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

He stared intently at Kane and the frog leg sandwich in the cauldron, and finally had to use Occlusion, a spell that forcibly clears the mind of all random thoughts, to barely recover.

This scene really gave Kane a hard time. If Snape, the headmaster of Slytherin, were to die of anger in class, he would surely make a huge grudge.

"Professor, are you alright?" he asked in a low voice.

"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor, and then you... get out." Snape said through gritted teeth, barely suppressing his emotions.

"OK!" Kane immediately left his seat and walked out of the classroom.

"Take your sandwich with you!"

Kane went back, picked up the frog leg sandwich, and stuffed it into his mouth in a few bites.

He left the classroom in full view of everyone, and then spat out two frog bones towards the armored guard standing at the door.

"I really don't know if this is lucky or unlucky," Harry sighed as he watched the scene, but as he said sigh, he was also a little envious.

"How about we do something funny and get Snape to kick us out?" Harry whispered.

"If you're going to do that, I certainly won't let you have your way. On the contrary, perhaps I'll put you two in solitary confinement? I suppose you'd be happy to come to my office to deal with leeches, if your brains, which are barely bigger than walnuts, are big enough for you to use knives." Snape appeared behind them like a ghost at some point.

With Snape deducting another five points from Gryffindor, Hermione completely lost all her strength and ability.

She looked helplessly at the empty crucible in front of her, which was cleaner than a tongue could lick.

It's probably too late to re-refine the potion now, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Sure enough, just before get out of class ended, Hermione experienced a strange and somewhat subtle feeling called "points deduction".

After class, Harry and Ron found Kane squatting by the classroom door, looking dejected.

The three of them fell silent for a moment, until Hermione finally broke the silence: "So, is it some kind of special magic or bloodline?"

"Hmm, an essential skill for a head chef in the Eternal Realm." Kane casually remarked, with the attitude that since they wouldn't understand anyway, he might as well just say whatever came to mind as if he were crazy.

"Alright, it seems you don't want to talk about it... My lesson has come to a memorable and abstract end..." Hermione ultimately didn't blame Kane, after all, it was his own fault.

Everyone says you shouldn't be greedy when others are fearful, and she didn't realize this golden advice today. Her two good Kane brothers, Harry and Ron, didn't sit with her; instead, she went to join in the fun. The difference between her and courting death is no more than two strokes.

Just as Kane was feeling down, a not-so-suppressed laugh came from not far away.

Kane looked over and saw a very familiar Slytherin boy who was looking at him and laughing uncontrollably.

"Sir, I remember you were almost wet in the foyer just two days ago, weren't you? How can you be so forgetful?"

Paulanera stopped laughing and slowly walked over: "Before, it was because I wasn't skilled enough, but now I've checked the information. Your shadow was purely the remnant of a young wizard's magical surge. As long as the young wizard undergoes magical training with more than five spells, the magical surge remnant will disappear. I also had my father investigate your background. Without that surge remnant, you're just a Mudblood now. And speaking of forgetfulness? Kanehis, you can't even remember my name. You're the one who's forgetful!"

"Actually, I didn't remember it at all." Kane sighed helplessly, took out the note Professor Quirrell had given him from his pocket, read a couple of sentences, and then immediately started his attack with zero frames. He swung his wand from bottom to top, and a crystal blue light rushed directly towards Paul Anreira.

The people in the corridor only felt something flash by, and when they looked again, they saw that Pol Anreira had been slammed against the wall by the repulsion spell.

In that instant, Paul Anreira felt that she had been careless and hadn't used Flash. She should have learned more spells and prepared herself before coming back. Fortunately, Kane was only slightly stronger than her now.

As long as I go back and diligently study magic spells, prepare troops and train horses to await the opportune moment...?

Anreira was halfway through training his troops and horses when he suddenly didn't know how to continue. He saw Kane's shadow on the wall, which had somehow crawled up in front of him with its claws outstretched.

"What did you just say? What magic riot residue?" Kane continued to threaten silently, trying to scare Anreira into breaking down completely so that she would stop bothering him in the future.

Probably.

The shock that Borohanra felt at this moment, seeing Kane still able to use that eerie shadow, was no less than the shock Xiaoming felt when searching for elementary school essays online and the browser replied that Abin's high school grades were not ideal.

"I remember this guy got hurt by Kane on the day we enrolled, so why is he stupidly coming to cause trouble again now?" Harry asked Ron, frowning in confusion but also deeply shocked.

"Pure-blood families, you know, inbreeding, and they get stupid from breeding so much. So look at those Slytherins over there, they're all weird-looking. Not one of them looks human. Only Malfoy is decent-looking." Ron said without any hesitation, as if he wanted to strip the pure-bloods bare.

Malfoy, who seemed to have been watching the commotion in the corridor, was suddenly overheard Ron's comments about him...

Okay, he admits, Weasley must have brushed his teeth this morning, because he spoke unusually well.

Unlike Harlow and Kane, who were trying to improve the average IQ of Slytherin, Kane was laying a solid foundation for his future peaceful life.

For example, you could scare the person so they'll never dare to bother you again about something that upsets you.

As Boulanreira watched Kane approach, he instinctively called out to one of the most reliable and capable figures in their pureblood circle.

"Malfoy, save me!"