Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 38 The Truth Comes to Light?

Professor Sprout first introduced himself, and then got straight to the point without any delay.

"Today we will learn how to repot mandrakes. First, you need to put on the special earmuffs in front of you."

Kane looked at the earmuffs in front of him, which had a somewhat Eternal Continent feel to them—in other words, they were so simple they looked like they were handmade—and quickly put them on.

These earmuffs are amazing. Wearing them doesn't affect your hearing of any other sounds at all. According to Professor Sprout, they can only filter out the harmfulness of the mandrake's screams, but they don't block out any other sounds whatsoever.

Although I don't know why mandrake is harmful, that's perfect. The more trouble it causes, the higher my chances of succeeding.

Once all the young wizards had put on their earmuffs, Professor Sprout first explained the lethality of the mandrake. When she saw a subtle fear on the faces of each young wizard—well, most of them—she then placed her hand on the mandrake leaf.

"Everyone, do as I do."

Upon hearing this, Kane also grasped the mandrake leaf in his hand. Seeing Professor Sprout's alarmed expression, he also became unusually nervous.

Mandrake is a lively, barking, and silly radish on the Eternal Continent. What if it's different here? We still need to keep a humble heart.

"Everyone, listen to my command, three, two—...one..."

Kane took a deep breath.

Professor Sprout suddenly shouted, "Pull!"

In an instant, the entire greenhouse echoed with a Mandela battle cry a million times more piercing than scraping glass, and the whole greenhouse descended into chaos.

Kane, holding the mandrake hair, felt relieved. He had been wondering how these stinky radishes could make Professor Sprout so wary, and had thought that Professor Sprout's magical abilities weren't that outstanding.

Looking at it now, it's not that their magical abilities aren't outstanding; they're outstanding! If these lousy kids were left to be dealt with by some incompetent fool, they'd probably die within days, not just from nervous breakdowns and zero sanity.

If a disobedient wizard tries something funny during class, and the professor can't quickly suppress him, the wizard will most likely be killed by the mandrake and expelled from Hogwarts.

In short, Kane acknowledges Professor Sprout's abilities—absolutely acknowledges them; he is definitely a hidden master.

Despite his sighs, he didn't stop working for a second. Shadows slowly grew in his hands, and the originally ugly mandrake that emitted a piercing scream calmed down and became the cute ugly radish he knew.

Following Professor Sprout's command, he unhesitatingly stuffed the mandrake from the Eternal Realm into another flowerpot.

Soon, the entire greenhouse finally quieted down.

"Phew... I'm finally alive." Kane breathed a sigh of relief. Now he just had to wait for get out of class to end so he could pluck the mandrake he had transferred his origins to, stuff it into his clothes, and replace it with the half radish. That would completely complete his role in this class.

"yawn"

"Kane, get out of class is almost over." Harry gently patted Kane, who was standing and asleep, leaning on the table with his hands.

"I feel alive again." Kane yawned and slowly opened his eyes.

Just then, the school bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Without making a sound, Neville asked directly, "Professor, I...can I take a pot of mandrake?"

In an instant, all eyes in the greenhouse were drawn to Nawi.

Kane seized the opportunity; in that instant, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the mandrake's hair, and yanked it out.

On the other side, Nave, who was being lectured by Professor Sprout about how smiling the mandrake was, was completely stunned when Kane saw him pull the mandrake off without any armor or cover.

Dude? This isn't what I expected. Shouldn't you just take the flowerpots with you? Why are you pulling up the weeds?

Right now, no one in the entire greenhouse is wearing those earmuffs. What's the difference between you and a terrorist doing this?

However, the expected piercing sound and death did not come. Kane shook the obviously better-looking mandrake like he was pulling out a dead radish, and after confirming that it had died right after the transfer, he quickly put it into his pocket.

Then Harry didn't hesitate, took out half a radish, and forcefully stuck it into the flowerpot. At first glance, it actually looked quite decent.

"That's it. So, Mandrake is a very dangerous magical plant. Do you understand, Longbottom?"

Professor Sprout finally finished his sermon, and Neville nodded blankly.

Your Mandela and my Mandela seem different.

After class, Kane gave Neville a big hug. This guy really doesn't cause any trouble; he's got a good personality.

"Neville, my good brother, from now on your business is my business. If you have any problems, just come to me if I can help you!" Kane shook Neville excitedly, the strength with which he shook the chubby little Neville almost to the point of vomiting was completely at odds with his pale complexion that looked like he wouldn't survive the winter.

"I...I will, but your..." Neville struggled to free himself from Kane's grasp, looked around suspiciously, and then said, "What's wrong with your blade of grass? It looks dead."

Kane pursed his lips, but ultimately decided to tell the truth. After all, he had already used Shadow to temporarily register Neville's toads into the Eternal Realm, and there was no point in hiding the fact that his magic could change the form of living beings. Dumbledore and the others already knew about it, so he might as well tell the truth.

Neville nodded blankly after hearing the explanation. He thought it was just Kane's excuse, and the truth was that the poor mandrake had been killed by Kane without any surprise.

"Oh, by the way, I just saw Hagrid outside the castle. He asked me to tell you that you should visit his cottage sometime, saying he wants to ask you how your experience at Hogwarts is." Neville quickly forgot about the poor, victimized Mandrake and became a dutiful messenger.

"We'll go after lunch. See you at flight class this afternoon," Kane said, and he and Harry Ron headed toward the Great Hall.

He was in a great mood the whole way, and the corners of his mouth never left his mouth as he played cards with the sun. After all, when he met Hagrid later, he could ask him where all the spiders in the Forbidden Forest were. He was still waiting to make a tent and a spirit particle decomposer from the spider webs. This was like a pillow delivered to his sleepy head.

I don't know if it was Merlin's blessing, but my drink for lunch today was coffee, which saved Kane's life.

As for the other food, he only took a small taste, and watching Harry and Ron wolfing it down, he gave them a high-IQ smile.

We're going to visit Hagrid's cottage later, so we definitely need to save room for Hagrid's snacks.

Not long after...

"Hmm, they'll definitely like these rock cakes." Hagrid took a plate of red-hot rock cakes out of the furnace and placed them on an empty tray to cool naturally. This step, called tempering, reduces the hardness of the metal and increases its toughness.

Even if the molecular structure of rock crust cake is not iron, it is highly likely that it is not iron.

dong dong dong...

"Oh, they're here!" Hagrid rushed to open the door.

After the door opened, Kane, Harry, and Ron each carried a gift as they entered.

Hagrid was pleasantly surprised to see the three gifts on the table. What wonderful children they were! He then started unwrapping the gifts.

Well, Harry's was an exquisite little box, probably bound with a shrunk charm; Ron's was a brand new axe; and Kane's was a beige pouch, also bound with a shrunk charm. In short, they all looked quite valuable.

If Kane could hear Hagrid's thoughts, he would surely give an awkward yet polite smile. In truth, he had crafted these three gifts himself, which would only cause minor damage to the ecosystem around Hogwarts.

"Thank you so much, I love all these gifts."

Hagrid quickly led the three of them to sit down by the fireplace. Just as he was about to say something to them, a letter suddenly flew in through the window.

Hagrid picked up the letter, glanced at it, and his expression suddenly changed.

Kane picked up a rather heavy piece of rock-skinned bread, wondering if he could eat it in one bite, when he noticed Hagrid's strange expression: "What's wrong?"

Hagrid swallowed hard. "Professor Dumbledore sent a message saying that a mandrake has been stolen from the greenhouse. Hogwarts Castle is like a ticking time bomb now; it could explode at any moment..."

Kane, still examining the rock-skin cake in his hand, asked calmly, "Then why did I write to you? Do you have some special method for finding mandrake?"

Hagrid shook his head: "Oh, no, it's mainly because Dumbledore told me that he already knows you stole the mandrake and that you should turn yourself in immediately."

Clang...

Kane looked up, bewildered, as the rock cake landed back on the plate and shattered it.

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