Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 21 Professor McGonagall's Sharp Explosion

"What brilliant ideas do you have?" Kane asked Maxwell.

"As we all know, the four houses are Gryffindor representing courage, Hufflepuff representing kindness, Ravenclaw representing wisdom, and Slytherin representing ambition. This play is a stage to select your respective houses."

"That little girl named Hermione bravely stood up to protect her friends. She was kind and brave, perhaps like Hufflepuff or Gryffindor."

"If anyone else can cleverly solve the problem or cleverly avoid danger, it's most likely Ravenclaw. If someone can step up and take charge to quell this farce, then their ability matches their ambition, and Slytherin will welcome them."

Kane raised an eyebrow after hearing Maxwell's explanation. It made surprisingly much sense. After all, if it weren't for this reason, Hogwarts wouldn't have made these young wizards stay in the unattended foyer for so long.

Thinking of this, he patted Harry and Ron on the shoulder: "Don't you both want to get into Gryffindor?"

"Of course." Harry and Ron nodded instinctively.

"Then it's time to show our courage," Kane said quietly.

"Show courage? You mean, this is the Sorting Ceremony?" Ron said in shock, reflecting on Kane's words.

"Hmm..." Kane paused for a moment. If he was right, all would be well; if he was wrong...

He finally gave a vague answer: "I didn't say that."

After saying that, he walked out of the crowd and headed towards Paul Anreira. Harry and Ron quickly followed. You know, even if you don't deal damage, you can still get gold in team fights!

At this moment, Pol Anreira had slowly pushed Hermione to the back foot. After all, no matter how gifted Hermione was, she couldn't catch up with a pure-blooded wizard who had been immersed in magic since childhood within a month.

Just as the final curse, capable of causing sores to erupt on one's head and oozing pus from one's feet, was about to strike Hermione, a shadowy claw suddenly rose from beneath her feet and shattered the curse.

Malfoy, who had decided not to get involved and was hiding in the crowd, looked at the familiar shadow and his face turned pale.

Bohr is in trouble, Bao is in trouble.

Meanwhile, the person involved, Paul Anreira, was completely unaware of why his spell had suddenly failed, and only felt that he was just unlucky.

Then, looking at Kane and the others who suddenly walked out of the crowd, they frowned. The Weasleys' poor bastards, Harry Potter who killed his parents?

He then looked at Kane: "And there's another stranger I've never met before. Could he be another Mudblood?"

Malfoy, standing in the crowd, covered his face in exasperation and instructed Goyle and Crabbe beside him, "If Paul Anreira comes looking for me again, tell him I'm busy, and don't have any contact with him."

Kane raised his eyes and glanced at the person opposite him. Was he going to say something trash or start with zero frames?

In the end, he still felt that he shouldn't learn that kind of stereotypical villainous tricks. He just slightly raised his hand, and even though there was no candlelight behind his hand, a shadow crept up onto Paulanera's face.

Paul Anreira, completely bewildered by the scene, said, "I hope that from today onwards, you mudbloods will learn to maintain the most basic humility when you see any pureblood at Hogwarts."

As he spoke, he slowly waved his wand, chanting the incantation in a measured tone: "Arra-goran-jin!"

As a crimson prank spell flew toward Kane, Kane, Harry, and Ron did not react at all.

The other young wizards, who knew that the curse would only cause headaches for a few hours, didn't think it was a big deal. Only Hermione hurriedly waved her wand, trying to use various methods to block the curse for Kane.

Neville did the same, getting up from the ground, wiping away his tears, and rushing straight towards Kane, displaying a tragic heroism reminiscent of someone rushing to catch a grenade on the battlefield.

However, all their various measures were ineffective, and the curse landed squarely on Kane's outstretched hand.

The only thing that happened was that the health bar was slightly reduced; otherwise, nothing else happened.

"You're done, so it's my turn." Kane raised an eyebrow and slightly clenched his fist. In an instant, the shadow covering Pol Anreira's face suddenly tightened, as if solidifying and squeezing Pol Anreira's face into an absurd shape.

The shock this scene gave the young wizards was unlike any prank magic that anyone who knew a spell could pull off. Some of the more learned young wizards instantly found a precise adjective to describe this bizarre magic and scene in their minds.

Black magic!

The few junior wizards who realized it was black magic quietly shielded the majority of wizards who couldn't figure it out in front of them.

Although they had never heard of this kind of dark magic that manipulates shadows, they didn't even need a wand to knead Boranrera's face into a ball of dough and forcefully lift it up, making his purplish-red face look exactly like someone hanging himself.

This level of black magic is so dangerous that even if the Aurors were to immediately arrest Kane and imprison him in Azkaban without trial, it wouldn't be considered unjust!

After all, among so many people present, only a few knew about and had witnessed Kane's methods. Harry, Ron, and Malfoy, who had also been a victim, had all seen it, but most of the others were seeing it for the first time.

Neville and Hermione, who had just tried to shield Kane from the curse for his loyalty, also rushed to stand in front of Kane, trying to stop him, seeing that Booleanella was almost dead.

"Kane, thank you for saving me, but that guy looks like he's about to die, let go! You don't want to go to Azkaban, do you?" Hermione anxiously grabbed Kane's hand and shook it repeatedly.

Neville was doing the same thing; he kept grabbing Paulanera's legs, trying to pull him down, but it seemed to be counterproductive.

Kane, the instigator of this second farce, certainly knew what he was doing.

It was just two little wizards fighting. I'm not some kind of devil. The blackish-purple face of that Paulanera wasn't actually due to lack of oxygen. It was just that the shadow was attached to his face, causing his body to subconsciously draw magic and blood to his face in an attempt to fight it off.

At most, it just looks scary, but it's not really dangerous. Of course, it will definitely make you feel uncomfortable.

However, what the others didn't know was that, seeing Paul Anreira rolling his eyes, most people no longer looked at Kane with admiration and awe, but with fear and keeping their distance.

Even Harry and Ron slowly walked up and patted Kane on the shoulder: "If you keep this up, that kid over there is really going to die. Stop it, Kane, the professor is right outside."

No sooner had Ron finished speaking than the hall doors suddenly burst open, followed by Professor McGonagall's piercing shout: "What are you doing?!"