Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 66 Let's go to the Forbidden Forest together! [Seeking first subscription]

Chapter 66 Let's Go to the Forbidden Forest Together [Seeking First Subscription]

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

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"Hello, Professor Quirrell, is there anything I can do for you?"

Kane walked into the office with an expression that looked like he was about to die at any moment.

The only thing that gives him a sense of security right now is the rebirth charm inside his collar.

"Yes, that's right, Kane. Um, I... I can call you that, right?"

Quirrell said somewhat awkwardly from his seat.

"Ah, of course." Kane raised an eyebrow, not going in, but leaning against the door. If Quirrell made even the slightest offense, he would immediately use Shadow Blade and then run away as fast as he could.

Quirrell didn't pay attention to Kane's defensive posture, nor did he think that Dumbledore or Kane knew his true identity. He simply assumed that his first meeting with Kane was too abstract.

He pulled a small bag from under the table, which contained some unidentifiable fragments.

Kane peeked out slightly and breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't a direct challenge to unleash his ultimate attack.

"So you broke the panpipes?"

Professor Quirrell, for some reason, nodded with an apologetic expression: "Pretty much, yes, that's how it is. I, I just realized that this, this thing, is very, very useful in many ways, so this time, I, I want to ask you to make one that can be used, used many more times."

After saying that, Professor Quirrell pulled a money pouch from his pocket: "This, this is all the Galleons I have on me, no, I don't know if it's enough?"

Kane gently raised his hand, and the shadow reflected on the money bag suddenly clenched, as he pulled the money bag away.

He weighed the money bag in his hand and said with great satisfaction, "Ah, Professor, you are as generous as ever. Don't worry, this time I will definitely use all my skills to make you a panpipe that can be used many times."

"Thank you, thank you. If you need any materials, just tell me, like Veela hair? You should be able to use it."

Kane raised an eyebrow, neither accepting nor rejecting. As for the Veela that Quirrell mentioned? So, there are also hypnotic creatures in the real world?

I should ask Hermione about it later.

"Well then, I'll be leaving now." Kane said, and without waiting for Quirrell's reply, he leaned back, stumbled backward, and fell out of Quirrell's office. He had just turned his head...

"Oh? I was just talking about you." Kane, who was leaving Quirrell's office with a full load of Galleons and seeing an acquaintance, said in a great mood.

"Yeah, what were you doing in Professor Quirrell's office again? Didn't you say he wasn't a good person?" Hermione, holding a large book, looked at Kane, who seemed to be a hypocrite, with some doubt.

"Still a beautiful deal," Kane said, waving the money bag in his hand, which produced a delightful clinking sound of Galleons.

Hermione's lips twitched uncontrollably. After a long internal struggle, she slowly spoke, "I knew Professor Quirrell bought his professorship. Otherwise, how could he teach so badly!"

Kane looked at Hermione, who suddenly became indignant, and scratched the horns on his horned hat with some confusion. He knew that Hermione was the most peculiar of the four of them. Sure enough, she had started to say things that ordinary people could not understand.

"Anyway, I need to go to Dumbledore now to get a Mandragora and bring it back to Professor Quirrell. Do you want to come with me?"

Hermione shook her head, perfectly embracing a repulsive attitude towards such a vile deal. It was mandrake harvest season, and a single mandrake cost only five gallons, while Kane sold mandrakes for gallons that would have to be weighed on a scale...

In other words, if a transaction has already gone this far, is it really necessary to put on such an abstract, respectable facade?

"I won't go, I have to return books to the library."

Hermione shrugged and was about to leave when Kane suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, Hermione, do you know Veela?"

"Veera?"

Hermione frowned. Of course she knew about Veelas, a type of extremely beautiful humanoid magical creature. Although they were classified as human under the laws of the Ministry of Magic, it was said that many pure-blood families or powerful wizards would secretly or openly imprison and keep some Veelas.

"You wouldn't want to..." Hermione hesitated for a moment before choosing her words, "...to do something illegal or criminal, like human trafficking, would you? I'm reminding you, Veela, although magical creatures, are still considered human."

As Hermione was struggling with whether she should immediately stop Kane from going down the path of crime, Kane across from her made a sound like, "Hmm?"

"Veeps are human?" Kane's lips twitched. Combining the name with this, he seemed to understand why Hermione was looking at him like he was a beast. "Well, never mind, I'm going to find Dumbledore now. Bye."

He finished speaking and decisively turned to walk towards the headmaster's office, while Hermione glanced at Quirrell's office door and sighed with pity: "~"

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore had just seen Kane off less than half an hour ago, and Kane was back again.

"Hello, I've come to get a mandrake."

Kane poked his head out from under the door and said.

"Hmm, Quirrell needs panpipes now. It seems his condition is getting worse lately," Dumbledore remarked.

"What do you mean?" Kane asked as he reached for a mandrake in a corner flowerpot.

"Tom will drain Quirrell's life force, and Quirrell, in order to survive on the eve of what he considers victory, has already begun hunting unicorns in the Forbidden Forest and sustaining his life on unicorn blood."

"Unicorns have this function?" Kane suddenly looked up, and just as he was about to imagine something not so correct, Dumbledore shook his head: "Drinking unicorn blood will bring you misfortune, and you don't need to. The Philosopher's Stone will bring you far more benefits than unicorn blood."

"Ah, then I'll have to make him a fully-equipped panpipe. The more successful he is in hunting unicorns, the later he'll reach for the Philosopher's Stone and me, and the more preparations I can make."

Dumbledore nodded: "Your choice is correct, and I suggest you get a little closer to Quirrell. Know yourself and your enemy, and you can learn something from him before he takes full action."

"For example? Go with him to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns?"

"For example, black magic. At least in that respect, I'm no match for Tom. Of course, I'm just using him as an example, not suggesting you go to him to learn black magic. Of course, if you really want to learn..."

"I'll consider it."

After Kane finished speaking, he stuffed the mandrake into his pocket and was about to leave. The headmaster could just sit in his office and relax, while the students had a lot more to do.

Although Hogwarts can be considered a benchmark for happy education in schools all over the world, it also starts to act strangely as the end of the term approaches, just like most schools.

Almost every professor has endless highlights and extra tutoring sessions, especially for someone like Kane who has vicious dogs chasing after him.

In the evening, Kane, who had attended a full class for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, arrived at Professor Quirrell's office door feeling completely exhausted.

Before he could even knock, the door opened by itself.

"Ah~ Kane? It's me. Is my stuff finished? I'm on my way to the Forbidden Forest now, w- wanna come together?"

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