Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 30 Not a buddy? You're serious?

Kane in the Great Hall was completely unaware of Hermione's ulterior motives. Instead, he sat on the stool, trying whatever he saw that looked delicious, and eating a little of whatever he saw that looked good.

Eat a little on the left, a little on the right, and you'll be full in one meal.

Next, he had to go back to the common room and wait for Hermione to bring back his book. Now, his only option was to read and learn magic.

As for creating the alchemy engine...

There's no gold. As for Harry's pitiful Galleons, Hogwarts doesn't have Gringotts. Even if you melted all those Galleons down, you wouldn't get a gold nugget.

"Forget it, there's no rush for now. At worst, I can wait until the Christmas holidays and go to the Muggle world to continue performing magic tricks and begging for alms," Kane said, sitting on the sofa in the lounge.

Just as Kane continued to wait, Harry and Ron approached: "Kane, we're going to ask Headmaster Dumbledore about the true meaning of those four words. Do you want to come along?"

"I'm still waiting for Hermione's book. You can go ahead. Give him my regards." Kane casually declined the tedious suggestion. Whenever he thought of Dumbledore's comical expression back then, he felt that he was not only stupid but also boring.

So let Harry and Ron do this boring thing themselves. Kane has already seen Hermione carrying six books walk into the common room.

Hermione placed three of the books in front of Kane: "I glanced at them on the way back. These books are very detailed. Professor McGonagall's recommendation was indeed excellent."

"Hmm." Kane hummed in response, picked up one of the books, and started reading.

This is a book about how to precisely control one's imagination. For example, between two wizards of the same level, the wizard with a rich and detailed imagination will definitely be much stronger in transfiguration than the wizard with a poor imagination.

Even those with heart blindness cannot use the Transfiguration spell. It is said that in the magical world, it has a special name: the Transfiguration Squib.

What this book teaches is how to make one's imagination soar, details become more exquisite, and sustainability become more sustainable.

If we had to find a benchmark, it would be similar to the methods used in the Muggle world to train the right brain.

Making yourself use your left hand more often, or listening to music, writing poetry, or looking at scenery, and refusing to become a bookworm, can all subtly improve your transformation skills.

Kane felt that this method of improvement didn't rely on talent at all, since he was that kind of person himself. Besides that, it involved the technical knowledge of Transfiguration, such as how to turn a match into a needle and then add elaborate carvings.

How to transform a table of delicacies into a dish that satisfies only the taste buds but has absolutely no calories... This case study specifically notes that it is essential to use water or air for the transformation.

Seeing this, Kane finally had some realization. The summoning spell and this method were similar in effect. For example, the former used air to shapeshift, and the food that was shaped was a real cheat meal, with no calories at all.

The latter involves using one's own magic to shapeshift. The raw materials for this shapeshifting are all abstract, but there is no doubt that using air to shapeshift is much simpler than using one's own magic. That's why Professor McGonagall included this book on the reading list.

The book was thin, and he finished reading it in about twenty minutes. Just as he was about to pick up another book after closing it, he suddenly realized that Harry and Ron had returned at some point and were looking at him with resentful expressions.

"Hmm... what happened?" Kane asked instinctively, looking at the two of them.

"We went to see Headmaster Dumbledore, but his office is guarded by a stone statue, so we couldn't get in," Harry said, pouting somewhat helplessly.

"I heard from the upperclassmen that you need a password to get to Dumbledore's office. Kane, what was the password when you went there last time? Maybe Dumbledore hasn't changed it yet." Ron set his sights on Kane.

"Just open the door for me when I go to those two statues," Kane said quietly, sitting on the sofa.

"Why!" Harry and Ron suddenly let out a sharp shout, startling Hermione, who was quietly reading a book not far away, and she looked at them with some displeasure.

"It can't be because you're good-looking, can it? Do those two statues even have eyes?" Harry said helplessly.

"It really does seem to have eyes," Ron chimed in, continuing his bold speculation. "Or did you never even go to Dumbledore's office? You were just lying to us?"

"Am I that bored that I would go out for a stroll just to make up some nonsense to start a conversation with you guys?" Kane looked at Harry and Ron, who were both serious, with a hint of helplessness in his half-moon eyes. The two of them exchanged a glance and then nodded.

"How about... you take us to find Dumbledore?" Harry scratched his head. He thought it was a good idea, emmm, if Dumbledore didn't have any important work to do right now.

"Shall I take you there?" Kane leaned back on the sofa...

Actually, it's not impossible. Going to Dumbledore now wouldn't be a complete waste of time. For example, he could ask him for some gold and then have the Alchemy Engine made.

Although he felt that Dumbledore was unlikely to grant him this extremely unreasonable request, he figured he might as well try his luck.

If I fail, I don't lose much; if I succeed, I'll make a huge profit!

"Shall we go?" Kane asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Walk!"

The three of them left Gryffindor's common room in a flurry of activity.

Hermione sighed helplessly. The image of Kane as a magical Celestial Dragon was deeply ingrained in her mind. To have Ollivander pay her back for a custom-made wand... It was quite normal for her to be able to casually hang out with the headmaster at Hogwarts.

As for myself... I'll keep studying; reading can change my destiny.

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Kane and his two companions followed the glowing light of their wands toward Dumbledore's office.

Of course, Kane walked in front, while Harry and Ron followed behind, whispering to each other.

"I still think Kane is just bragging. Once we expose him, I'm going to use that as leverage to get back at him," Ron said in a low voice, not trying to hide anything from Kane.

"What are you planning to do?" Harry asked curiously.

"Hey, don't you think Kane's meatballs are delicious? So I'm planning to have Kane cover my dinners for a month. You should think about what kind of conditions you need." Ron then threw the topic back to Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow. What conditions could he choose?

Perhaps Kane should take his Hookie back and care for him himself? Or maybe he could go back with Kane during the Christmas holidays to apologize to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon? Although he didn't want to go back either, it was to avoid Kane inevitably becoming a homeless person during the Hogwarts holidays...

Going back is acceptable.

Kane, somewhat speechless, watched Harry and Ron whispering unabashedly behind him: "We're here. How long are you planning to keep talking?"

Harry and Ron quickly realized what was going on, and Ron spoke first: "Oh, seriously Kane, why don't we go back now? Headmaster Dumbledore is probably asleep by now, so I'll assume you can actually get in."

Kane looked at Ron and found him genuinely interesting. He had just been asking Ron to make meatballs for him, but now he was giving him a way out. Hmm, he was a kind-hearted man.

Harry, however, looked at Kane with a serious expression: "This is the entrance to Headmaster Dumbledore's office, Kane, let's begin."

Ron looked at Harry with a surprised expression, as if to say, "Dude, are you serious?"

Kane didn't disappoint them; he glanced back at the gatekeeper statue and asked, "Don't you recognize me?"

The next moment, the two gatekeeper statues retreated to both sides with a whoosh.

Harry and Ron were even more shocked in an instant: "Not a buddy? You're serious?"