Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 129 Doraemon!!

Chapter 129 Doraemon!!

Outside Hogwarts Castle, Harry, Harry, and their two companions had quietly crept to the skylight of Snape's office, waiting for Kane to reappear in his invisibility cloak.

However, after waiting for a while, they found that nothing came out of the window, except for the smell of Snape's potions in the office.

Just as they were speculating whether Kane had been caught stealing by Snape, the enraged Snape stuffed Kane into a potion pot and stewed him. The person they had sentenced to death appeared behind them.

"What are you all doing squatting here with your butts sticking out?" Kane asked Harry and the other two in surprise.

Harry and his two companions, who had been quite frightened by the shout, breathed a sigh of relief. Kane wasn't dead, thank goodness.

"So, what are you guys doing squatting here?" Kane asked.

"Of course I'm here to pick you up. By the way, why are you out so early?" Hermione said.

"Oh, I didn't come this way, I came through the main entrance to Snape's office."

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Hermione raised an eyebrow as soon as Kane finished speaking: "The...main entrance?"

"Okay, let's go. We've got the stuff back. I need to get back to bed and rest for a bit. I thought you guys went to the Quidditch pitch. I walked all over the pitch and my legs are killing me."

Kane then urged the three of them to hurry back to the Gryffindor Tower, to brew potions and do whatever they needed to do.

The beautiful Saturday ended comfortably, until the next day, Sunday, at the same time and place, Kane once again slipped into Snape's office through the same skylight.

"I asked you to come today, so why didn't you choose a more respectable way?" Snape asked quietly, sitting on the sofa.

"Just pretend I had a moment of madness," Kane said, and then he saw two large baskets of blue mushrooms on a workbench not far away.

"Professor, you didn't call me here for...?"

"It should be easy for you."

This is indeed very easy for Kane... no, my initial assessment is that it should take about five seconds.

Five seconds later, Kane looked at the table full of blue mushrooms, grabbed a handful with his dirty little hands, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Snape watched this scene without saying anything, and in a very human-like manner, picked up a potion bottle from the coffee table and threw it at Kane.

The latter quickly caught it and examined the blue potion inside: "So what's this for?"

"It's what I said yesterday, something that can turn your death at the sight of the basilisk into a serious injury, which is at least better than being petrified," Snape explained.

"I mean, I'm just a small-time wizard, do I really need this?" Kane continued to ask.

Snape glanced at Kane, frowning. "Are you willing to entrust your life to the good mood of the person behind the Basilisk?"

"That's true. Rather than relying on the basilisk to suddenly whip its tail and cause a tantrum, it's better to rely on ourselves. Even if we die because we're not skilled enough, we won't regret it." Kane finished speaking and tilted his head back to drink the blue potion in one gulp.

"Hiccup... By the way, Professor, how long does this stuff last?"

"For life." A strange, barely suppressed smile appeared on Snape's lips. Yes, this was his confidence in the pinnacle of potions in the world.

"And these glasses?" Kane said, reaching out to adjust his own glasses, thinking that they shouldn't conflict with each other.

"Take off your glasses. The potion weakens the magic of death, not the magic of petrification."

Upon hearing what Snape said, Kane obediently took off his glasses. When it comes to these things, it's always good to listen to advice.

On the way back to the Gryffindor Tower, Kane naturally received a lot of attention, mostly admiration.

After all, not everyone is willing to risk their life for the sake of looks.

And those sunglasses are actually quite cool...

After returning to the Gryffindor tower, they received another round of stares, followed by Harry, his two friends, and then Hermione and Ron.

Harry has already started intensive training ahead of schedule because of a secret Seeker for the Slytherin team, and he's already busier than Hermione every day.

"If your glasses hadn't been lost or broken, I really would have given you a good scolding," Hermione said with her arms crossed and a motherly expression.

"With the extra help Snape gave him, I don't think the Basilisk will die or be petrified."

Hermione reluctantly withdrew the "mom scent": "So why don't we have it?"

"Because drinking this potion means that when you see the basilisk, your only outcome is to fight it to the death. However, you can choose to be saved after turning into stone statues, as the basilisk may take pity on you and not do anything to finish you off."

"So you don't want to take even the slightest risk." Hermione nodded; she understood what Kane meant.

"No, I don't want to entrust my fate to anyone but myself, not even the basilisk."

After giving an explanation, Kane took the Shadow Codex out of the shadows again and began to examine it.

The peaceful holiday continued until the evening of the second day when Harry suddenly found Kane and practically hugged his leg, shouting, "Doraemon Kane! Gian is bullying me again!"

Although Harry's personality and fighting ability suggest he's unlikely to be bullied, what he said to Kane wasn't much different from what was mentioned above.

In short, the Slytherin team has no sportsmanship, everyone is a 2001 version of the Light Wheel, and even the blond kid Draco Malfoy, whom he hates, has become a Seeker.

How can this be allowed?

Hermione chuckled twice. Although it wasn't particularly appropriate for her, as a Gryffindor student, to say such things, it made sense considering that Harry had become the Seeker in his first year and had even been given a broom by Professor McGonagall...

My voice has been a bit hoarse these past couple of days, so I should find a quiet place tomorrow morning to warm it up properly.

Hermione, who had decided to go to the Astronomy Tower to practice her singing the next morning, sighed helplessly and continued reading.

Kane, seeing Harry's flushed face, handed him the mantis shrimp from his little pumpkin.

With this shrimp, Harry doesn't even need to look for the ball anymore. He can just aim at the opposing Slytherin team members and charge straight at them, killing them one by one.

These were all lessons he learned from hitting birds for two whole days.

Harry, of course, refused this handout and proposed another solution.

In short, Christmas is just around the corner, and he needs a travel buddy for his Arctic trip.

Kane looked at Harry with a face full of questions. Wasn't this kid a bit too extreme?

"Actually, walruses don't necessarily have to go to the Arctic," he said slowly.

"So? Do you have any other good ideas?"

A good idea? Kane certainly has one.

When he got back to the dorm, he pulled out a whiteboard and hand-wrote a London Arctic Museum job for Harry right there!