Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 32 Potions Class... It's finally here!

"I smell an extremely strong odor," Kane said, frowning as he spoke to Harry and Ron.

"We smelled it too," Harry and Ron replied through gritted teeth. They now understood why the classmates who came in later had looked at them with such strange expressions when they saw the three of them sitting in the front.

so...

Why didn't anyone remind them?

"Hello everyone, I am, yes, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You can call me Quirrell~"

Kane's lips twitched as he watched Professor Quirrell stammeringly introduce himself before picking up the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and starting to read from the first page.

It was a complete recitation of the text, starting with the author's introduction and going on for the entire lesson!

With the last ten minutes of the class approaching, perhaps Quirrell was feeling a bit tired after teaching for the entire period, so he simply let the students take out their wands and practice the spells that interested them.

Meanwhile, he was on the podium, boasting about himself.

Kane was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Listening to Professor Quirrell's lecture had somewhat affected his mental state, and he felt he would have to sleep with a flower wreath tonight.

boom!

"Don't you think there's something wrong with this guy?" Maxwell suddenly appeared in front of Kane, his hands on the table, his chin pointing in Quirrell's direction.

"What insightful thoughts do you have?" Kane asked curiously, leaning back in his chair.

"I feel that he is very similar to me, extremely similar. We are both pitiful figures who were seduced by power and ultimately became puppets."

"The difference is that what lured me was the Shadow Codex, and I eventually became the king of the Eternal Realm. But as for him, I don't know what lured him, but I can clearly see his life force being continuously drained away."

"He might not live past next winter," Maxwell said with a sarcastic tone.

"So Professor Quirrell has inside information that we don't know. Then what did Dumbledore mean by what he said last night? To make a good impression on Quirrell?"

"Does he mean for me to draw Quirrell's attention?" Kane suddenly realized.

"I don't like that old man. I can't see through him, but if I stood in front of him, I feel like he could see through me." Maxwell tapped the table in front of Kane with his finger.

"So, are you going to do that?"

Kane raised an eyebrow: "A request from a lonely old man is nothing more than a small favor for me, why not?"

Soon, the bell rang, and Harry and Ron quickly left the classroom, turning to look at Kane, who was dawdling.

It was one thing for you to ask questions after class, like Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, but with Professor Quirrell today, there's absolutely no need for you to ask him any questions.

In other words, they were finally able to have a hot lunch.

However, to their surprise, Kane, still clutching his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, resolutely walked towards Professor Quirrell, who was packing his things.

"My God." Ron frowned as he watched this scene.

"What's the difference between this and eating shit?" Harry was also completely shocked by this scene.

Not only Harry and Ron, but almost all the young wizards in the classroom were shocked by Kane's current actions.

Not a buddy? Do you have a penchant for eccentricities?

Hermione watched this scene and smelled the imposing aura in the air. For the first time, she felt that Kane's actions were indeed worthy of his status as a magical Celestial Dragon.

Professor Quirrell, who only knows how to recite from the book and is adept at marinating himself in dead man's oil and garlic, is the kind of person you'd ask questions to...

Being a Celestial Dragon is tough, and learning defensive techniques is even harder!

The astonishment wasn't limited to the young wizards; Professor Quirrell himself was equally surprised.

After all, given his teaching level, he was honestly quite self-aware; he never imagined that a young wizard would come to him with questions.

But now there really is such a little wizard, holding a textbook in his arms, looking at me with sparkling eyes full of curiosity. It would be even better if he didn't have those dark circles under his eyes.

"You...you have...what's wrong?" Quirrell asked softly.

"Of course, Professor, you've only talked for fifty minutes about specific solutions for dark creatures within the textbook's ten-page section. What I want to ask is, is there a universal solution?" Kane subtly stopped breathing through his nose and took the opportunity to breathe while speaking, so he wouldn't have to smell that eerie garlic odor.

"Omnipotent? Of course, of course there is an omnipotent method. This was originally supposed to be... knowledge for you after Halloween, but since you asked, I will teach you."

Professor Quirrell picked up a pen and paper, wrote down a spell, and handed it to Kane: "This spell isn't in the book. It's very, very simple. It doesn't require any special hand gestures, making it suitable for practicing... silent magic. It's called the Knockback Spell, but that's just a name. It's essentially a damage spell, only it has the attribute of knocking back."

Kane folded the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket. "If I don't understand something, can I ask you?"

Professor Quirrell's expression grew even more delighted: "I believe that a clever little wizard like you will quickly figure out this spell, but if you need my help, feel free to come to me."

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell." Kane waved politely to Quirrell and quickly left, as he was starting to feel breathless if he didn't leave soon.

Now, even a plain white steamed bun tastes like garlic bread to him.

"You've made contact with Quirrell. What's next? Tell Dumbledore?" Maxwell asked, appearing beside Kane.

"Otherwise, wouldn't I have wasted all that time smelling garlic? If I really wanted to ask a different professor about this curse, wouldn't it have been better?" Kane patted the parchment in his pocket and raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you afraid of danger?" Maxwell chuckled and disappeared.

"Danger? I rolled out of Miss Charlie's kiss in the Eternal Realm, I can't afford to lose face." Kane rolled his eyes and walked straight out of the classroom.

Harry and Ron sniffed him up: "If a dragon were to eat Hagrid, it would just sniff you after eating half of him to cleanse its palate."

"The clothes will self-clean in a little while. By the way, is there still lunch left?"

The three of them exchanged a glance.

Thump...thump......thump.........

"The meatballs are ready, you can eat them now."

In the dormitory, Kane rummaged through the room for some snacks and then used a crucible to make meatballs by hand. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until all three of them were half full, feeling as if he had been reborn.

"By the way, what's the next class?" Kane asked. Harry glanced at the timetable on the wall: "Pots."

Kane suddenly sat up. He glanced at the cauldron where he had just been kneading meatballs, then looked at himself in the mirror—his passive ability being that throwing ingredients into a pot-like container automatically unlocked new dishes...

Potions class has arrived again.