Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 47 Swamp

The Spirit Disassembler didn't create physical Shadow Blade and Shadow Armor for Kane, but rather... the blueprints for those two items?

"Have some common sense, will you? Don't ever say you came from the Eternal Realm and used a spirit particle decomposer to make Shadow Blade and Shadow Armor again?" Maxwell appeared behind Kane and said bluntly.

"???"

Holding the two blueprints, the amnesiac patient was silent for a moment, then wished he could stuff himself into the big hat in front of him and disappear.

"So the Shadow Blade and Shadow Armor can't be made by the Spirit Particle Decomposer? This piece of junk didn't give me any hints at all? And then it just gave me two blueprints?"

Kane, realizing his own stupidity had broken his composure, instinctively wanted to kick the spirit particle decomposer, but then hesitated, pulling his foot back and looking at Maxwell with a helpless expression: "You didn't even remind me."

"Anyway, they're all worthless materials. It'll just make you happy for a few days. Besides, what's the point of reminding you? Or are you hoping to find amethyst here to craft a Shadow Manipulator?"

Maxwell's explanation helped Kane successfully tuck himself into bed. After a long while, Kane crawled out of bed again and began to examine the two blueprints in his hands.

There's no Shadow Manipulator, but there's a blueprint, right? Maybe there's some ingenious way, like being able to handcraft a Shadow Blade by following the blueprint?

However, after examining the two blueprints for a long time, he realized that they were like recipes, useless except for theory. He had the recipes and the ingredients, but no pot.

"Hmm..." Kane silently looked at the two blueprints, and finally, to avoid further annoyance, tossed them into a drawer. He figured he'd have some materials saved up when he made the Shadow Manipulator...

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron, still flying in mid-air above the dormitory, watched Kane's series of perplexing actions, smacking their lips and shaking their heads.

Poor Kane was tormented by his mental illness to the point of near death.

And so it went until the afternoon. Harry went to practice with the Quidditch team, while Kane went to the library with practiced ease.

He planned to read books and research how to obtain amethyst as soon as possible, or where he could buy amethyst the size of a fist.

After finding a corner to sit down and read quietly, a little wizard sat down next to him, and he glanced at him.

"Huh? Aren't you sitting with your roommates?" Kane looked at Hermione, then at the few young wizards who always walked with Hermione, and asked instinctively.

"Because they misunderstood that I betrayed you, and they were too embarrassed to apologize to me, we've been giving each other the cold shoulder for a week. Haven't you noticed that I've been looking for you or Neville in class lately? Because if they see me sitting alone, who knows what kind of rumors will spread, and it's really embarrassing to be all alone like that."

Hermione spoke in a voice that was only loud enough for the two of them, her eyes fixed on the book in front of her.

"Then I suggest you make some new friends, or try to repair that fragile friendship. Halloween is coming up soon, and it's quite lonely to spend it alone."

After saying that, Kane put down "How to Get a Beautiful Senior to Buy You Anything You Need Without Selling Your Sexuality" and went on to read the next magic book about swamp magic. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was coming up, and if he didn't finish reading it, he could bring it to class. Anyway, Professor Quirrell's lectures were like chewing gum, sticky and difficult to read.

Also, I was thinking of going to Dumbledore to ask Professor Quirrell what was going on, but I was too busy and forgot. When I actually go there later, I'll ask him when I get the Mandrake.

Although Old Mike is a bit cynical about things, he's pretty good at judging people...right?

Forget it, I'll just keep learning the Swamp spell. This spell, combined with my own characteristics, can create a swamp with spiked tentacles. Any enemy who dares to enter will get a beating first, and shouting the safety word won't help.

Unlike Kane's constantly jumping thoughts, Hermione's little head always had a whiteboard with the Hermione Friendship Strengthening Plan written on it. At this moment, she was crossing out Kane's name on the whiteboard.

After all, Kane had just said things like she should find a friend as soon as possible, without mentioning at all that she and he had been friends for a long time...

Well... just as I expected. I thought we were friends, but it turns out they hadn't even thought about it. It was all just wishful thinking on my part. What I saw as genuine friendship was nothing more than polite formalities in their eyes...

Hermione's heart sank into tears, but on the surface, she acted as if nothing had happened, picked up the book in front of her, and left.

The next time they saw Hermione was during Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon. Kane and the other two huddled in a small corner of the classroom, where they could get a little away from the smell emanating from Professor Quirrell.

Hermione sat alone in a relatively close-up position because there were no empty seats behind her.

"Hiss..." Ron looked at Hermione's lonely figure and felt it was necessary to say something.

Finally, he spoke: "She seems to be..."

Kane and Harry quickly covered Ron's mouth; they already knew what kind of ivory Ron was about to spit out.

After the little incident, Professor Quirrell finally entered the classroom. He remembered that Voldemort had told him after returning from the Forbidden Forest that he should show some real skills in this class and then try to attract Kane's attention to ask him questions alone.

Although I don't know why, I've already become my master's dog, so why should I ask why? I just do as I'm told.

Just as he was thinking about what practical tips he should share, he suddenly saw Kane sitting far away from him, with a book on swamp magic on the table. Very well, he would now demonstrate his true knowledge.

It's just a pity that the only cute and studious little wizard is so far away... Well, I can understand.

Kane was still reading when a still sticky, but surprisingly informative voice entered his head.

He looked up in confusion and found that the young wizards around him were all looking at Professor Quirrell as if he were a ghost.

Although the halting and stumbling voice is exhausting to listen to, it's really packed with useful information!

Professor Quirrell then spoke non-stop for a full forty minutes, only stopping for the last twenty minutes.

"Alright...alright little wizards, now, who...who can come up here and show us the Swamp spell?" Professor Quirrell waved his wand, slid the platform aside, and stepped down, making room for the platform.

Hermione was the first to raise her hand, and the applause that followed was the most dismal.

It wasn't exactly bleak, after all, there were only a few people in the classroom, so the absence of two or three rounds of applause was quite noticeable.

As Hermione cast her spell on the platform, it quickly became soft and its color changed. The young wizards below fell silent, and even Hermione blushed with embarrassment.

In the end, Professor Quirrell, with his kind nature, took the lead and applauded: "Give...give Miss Granger a round of applause! Swamp Spell, most people who can, can only cast it are...fourth-year students. Miss Granger, you've done a really, really great job."

After saying that, he generously added one point to Gryffindor's score, and then began looking for his next target.

"Mr. Kanehis, please... please come up here and demonstrate this spell!"