Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 12 I am a person of principle, and I would never do something like personalized customizatio

Kane raised an eyebrow: "Didn't I tell you? It's because I can't stand the Dursleys' emotional abuse."

There was another half-sentence he didn't say: he was lucky he left the Dursleys' house beforehand, otherwise, less than a day after Maxwell removed the lock from him, his sanity would have been completely tormented by the Dursleys, and then the Shadows would have attacked him one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"That's it?" Harry looked at Kane suspiciously, and Kane nodded. "Mr. Dursley, didn't you eavesdrop on Animal World? Even antelopes know to migrate. If I continue to live with the Dursleys, I might really die."

Ron, who was listening to Kane and Harry's encrypted conversation, was completely confused, but he soon didn't have to listen anymore. Hagrid calculated the time; the Weasleys had probably finished fighting the twins, one by one, and it was time for them to go to Diagon Alley.

Kane casually put down his lemonade and Hagrid's, while Harry and Ron quickly gulped down their lemonades and then simultaneously looked at the half-full glass that Kane had left.

Oh dear, we've been found out. Well, let's try to be more dignified this time.

The four went to the courtyard behind the Leaky Cauldron, but when they went outside, Hagrid realized he had miscalculated; the Weasleys' grand plan to beat their child was far from over.

The Weasleys awkwardly put their shoes back on, chuckled, and pulled Kane and Harry, the two young wizards who were visiting for the first time, to the front so they could see the peculiar brick. Then they gently tapped it with their wands.

The bricks seemed to come alive, receding to both sides like the tide.

The Weasleys took Percy and the twins to buy things for their new school term, while Hagrid took Kane and the other two to Gringotts first.

Before entering Gringotts, Hagrid took a key out of his pocket and handed it to Harry: "This was left to you by your parents. Opening a vault is a unique ritual, and it should be passed on to you."

"My parents left it to me?" Harry asked, holding the key, somewhat bewildered.

"Yes, they are all very good people, and most importantly, they all love you very much."

After Hagrid finished speaking, he led the three of them into Gringotts. The goblins didn't recognize Kane and Harry. Ron had distinctive red hair, but because he was Weasley, they didn't ask him to stand up.

In the end, it was Hagrid who caught his eye, and he obsequiously trotted over to him.

After all, who in all of England doesn't know that Hagrid is Dumbledore's henchman?

Hagrid looked at Harry apologetically: "Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, gave me some instructions..."

"Let's take care of business first," Harry said considerately.

"That's great, I mean, thank you."

So the four people plus a fairy sat on a very intricate device, like a gyroscope, and no matter how wildly the connection between the minecart and the rails swirled, the passengers on it remained incredibly stable and smooth.

Hagrid quickly went into Vault 713, took a small item and put it in his arms, and the four of them went straight to Vault 687, which belonged to Harry.

"It's a ritual, Harry, go and insert the key yourself."

Hagrid looked at Harry and said.

Harry nodded, rubbed the key, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it. A rumbling sound rang out, along with Ron's bewildered voice.

"Holy crap? Is it normal for there to be so much gold in the vault?" Ron stared blankly at the mountain of Galleons piled up in the center of the vault, and said in shock, "Your vault and my vault seem different."

"After all, Harry's parents couldn't give him much love, so they could only give him a lot of money," Kane remarked before walking into the vault.

With so much gold, I could easily grab a handful and make scientific machines, but if I actually did, wouldn't I be begging on my knees?

Rather than being teased by Harry for something like this...tsk tsk tsk, it's better to bravely say no to such golden temptations.

Besides, who says he can't earn gold? Although he hasn't come up with any good methods yet, at least he has a goal!

In short, it is impossible for me to accept Harry's charity or the Galleons that he forcibly gave me!

However, it wasn't until Harry's vault was closed again that he awkwardly realized that Harry hadn't intended to stuff Galleons into his vault at all.

They'd wasted their time. The four of them returned to the ground, their next stop being Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"What kind of wand do you two want?" Ron asked Kane and Harry.

"I brought my own materials and plan to have one custom-made." Kane pulled out the trembling log.

"What the hell is this, Merlin, buddy?" Ron was immediately drawn to the trembling, distorted face of Livingwood and asked hastily.

"I used my shadow magic, which is my innate magic, to cultivate ordinary saplings and create this thing," Kane explained.

"Holy crap, Kane, you're amazing! With this skill, you could earn more Galleons than that!" Ron exclaimed.

Kane shook his head helplessly: "It's unlikely that I can make money with this stuff. The main reason I make my wand with living wood and nightmare fuel is to suit my Eternal Domain physique. Compared to other magical materials in the real world, the improvement shouldn't be ridiculously significant."

Moreover, who knows if the Eternal Realm and Charlie might invade this world because of the things they created? If it comes true one day, half of the entire Earth could be wiped out by Charlie's sister alone.

Soon, Ollivander emerged from behind the shelves and looked at the three young wizards with loving eyes.

Kane wanted a custom-made item for himself, so he naturally had to be last in line, giving the first spot to Harry.

After trying more than a dozen wands, Harry finally got a wand made of holly and phoenix feathers.

Next up is Kane.

"Huh? Isn't Ron still here?" Kane asked in surprise.

"My family's short on money lately," Ron said, sounding embarrassed. "So I'm using my brother's old wand now."

Kane pursed his lips. "Alright, since Ollivander is here, it shouldn't cost anything to have him do some maintenance for you, right?"

"Of course not." Ollivander gently took Ron's old wand, looked at the battered wand and sighed, "Your brother Charlie doesn't cherish it at all."

After saying this, it's like an old father watching his daughter, who has been abused by his family, come home, and sadly tending to her wounds before handing her over to the abuser's brother, praying that the brother can be at least a little more human.

Finally, it was Kane's turn.

"Mr. Ollivander, I have a request. I would like you to commission a custom wand for me, using my own materials."

Ollivander laughed when he heard the request. He was a craftsman, a craftsman with a temper, and no amount of money could break his principles.

Then Kane pulled out the snarling living wood and nightmare fuel mixed with his own shadow.

Ollivander: "...But then again?"