Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 131 This child doesn't look like James, but rather a bit like Lily.

Chapter 131 This child doesn't look like James, but rather a bit like Lily.

When Harry and Ron returned to their dormitory, they thought Kane had already gone to the greenhouse, little did they know that he was secretly watching them from under the covers with two warm stones in his arms.

In the following period, Kane began to live a secluded life, rarely appearing in public except for his daily classes at the Greenhouse Auditorium.

Kane never even visited the potion-making den that Hermione and Harry Ron secretly set up in an abandoned washroom outside the Gryffindor Tower.

She remained secluded until the Christmas holidays, when Hermione, who was supposed to go home, unusually applied to stay at school and continued brewing Polyjuice Potion at the Potions Den.

Kane and Harry, who were the least likely to leave Hogwarts, secretly left their applications behind. This way, they could advance or retreat as needed. If the Eternal Realm didn't send them walking sticks tonight, the two of them would simply ride away on mantis shrimps.

Of course, if they did send them... well, if they didn't hand them in, they didn't hand them in. Would Hogwarts just throw them both out?

Don't joke around.

And so, as the two Christmas dinners that Ron had packed from the Great Hall were completely finished, Kane turned off most of the lights in the dormitory.

until the next day.

It was the familiar gift-unwrapping session again, and it was Hermione's handmade chocolates again. Hmm, I wonder how she made chocolates at Hogwarts this year.

Melt the chocolate and reshape it? Maybe.

Next came Neville's sheepskin boots for Kane, which looked very warm. Then came Mrs. Weasley's reddish-gold wool scarf, Luna's handmade glasses, and Dumbledore's... wool socks.

This Christmas, I'm really going to have a run into trouble with sheep!

Kane murmured as he picked up the last gift box.

Next up is the most important one, from the realm of eternity...

Three volt horns!

If last year's gift of walking sticks was a gold-level win, then this year's is a red-level win.

Kane picked up the three volcanic horns; he had used them to make the Morning Star Staff and weather vanes back in the Eternal Realm.

If you're asking if it's useful, then it's absolutely very useful. The former can inflict electric shock damage on enemies, while the latter can create a hurricane...

Sitting on his bed at Hogwarts, still holding his wand, Kane suddenly felt that the two vodka horns weren't so appealing after all. After all, what these wands could do in the Eternal Realm, magic in the real world could also do; they were somewhat of a "tasteless but not worth discarding" situation...

However, thinking back to the walking sticks from last semester, which he initially thought the same way, Kane decided to put all three of them away, just in case he needed them someday.

After all, the walking stick that I used to dislike has now become a mantis shrimp, and I wish I could hug it to sleep every night.

When Kane stood up again to tell Harry it was time to get dressed, little did he know that Harry had already dressed.

The moment he saw that the gift Kane opened from that magical gift box wasn't the same walking stick he had last semester, he was ready to fly to the Arctic for the rest of the holiday.

It's not that I don't trust zoos, it's just that what if...?

Kane could only shrug helplessly at Harry's enthusiasm. Since Harry was so motivated, he felt embarrassed to continue.

He tucked two warm pebbles into his pocket, then instructed Ron to watch the house before the two rode off on their shrimp mounts and left Hogwarts.

"I wish I could be as carefree as them." Ron lay on the bed, watching the slowly receding dark gray arc outside the window, and sighed helplessly.

He needs to write a letter to the Quidditch team and properly promote himself.

At noon, inside a fast food restaurant on a street in the suburbs of London...

...

"Ah, what a coincidence! I remember you, Lupin? Right?" Kane and Harry had just entered the store when they saw Mr. Remus Lupin explaining something behind the counter.

"So what's wrong with you?" Kane walked over and asked.

"Um... to put it simply, I miscalculated my credit card limit. Well, not exactly a miscalculation, but I missed some embarrassing charges," Lupin explained, turning back to Kane to clarify.

"Poor adult." Kane pulled a pound note from his pocket and slammed it on the counter with great swagger. Just as he was about to say, "Keep the change, keep the rest as a tip," the counter lady spoke up.

"Um...this isn't enough."

"6

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Kane paused for a moment, then grilled the slender Lupin: "How much did you eat?"

"Yesterday..." Lupin scratched his head subconsciously, "Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I'm unusually hungry today."

"Alright." Kane shrugged. This Mr. Lupin in front of him seemed to have a good relationship with Dumbledore. He might be one of Dumbledore's henchmen, and he might even be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for next school year.

Treating guests is no small matter.

"So, are you full?" Kane asked, then suddenly realized he'd asked a bit too much. Lupin looked so unlucky; he clearly hadn't eaten enough.

"Let's have a second meal, it's on me." Kane said, pulling Lupin to a new seat and making sure to tell the cashier to put Lupin's bill on his own.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the counter. Putting aside Kane's strange attire, his arrogance in casually pulling out pounds without even glancing at the denomination, and his attitude of treating everyone except the person in front of him like an NPC, all proved that this child was not someone that an ordinary family could raise.

Putting everything else aside, paying the bill is definitely not a problem.

Lupin, his face flushed red, felt a little embarrassed, but at the same time, he found the hamburger in his hand delicious.

During the meal, Harry quietly asked Kane who this Mr. Remus Lupin was. He looked like a wizard, but it was hard to believe that someone who was doing so poorly in Muggle society was a wizard.

How could Kane possibly answer this? Such a question, which could easily offend someone if not handled carefully, should naturally be left to the person involved to answer in person.

Then, Lupin, who was engrossed in eating his hamburger, suddenly felt a gaze fall on him. When he looked up slightly, he realized that the gaze was the one he really didn't want to face.

So he won't ask, right? Will he really ask?

How come he's just as lacking in emotional intelligence as James? He really is like James; he'll definitely ask that question!

"Sir," Harry said.

Lupin's heart sank. Well, he was Jaime's son after all. What harm could it do to be honest about his miserable situation...?

"Would you like to order anything else?" Harry had barely finished speaking when Lupin suddenly stopped eating his hamburger.

This child doesn't look like James; he looks more like Lily.

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