Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 128 This little wizard is eating quite well.

Chapter 128 This little wizard is eating quite well.

In an instant, Kane chose to run away at top speed rather than help Snape retrieve the dung heap.

There's no way around it, who knows why Snape was able to see through the Invisibility Cloak disguise so easily?

He quickly placed the two stones of dung next to Snape, who then used magic to crush them into powder and put them into a cauldron, thus creating a fresh potion.

Kane raised an eyebrow. He genuinely felt that he could start running away now. After all, Snape had asked him to help get the potion ingredients, which he had done. So, running away now shouldn't be unforgivable, right?

Just as he was about to take action, Snape immediately took action, accurately locating Kane's position and, by estimating his height, grabbing the Invisibility Cloak on top of his head and yanking it off.

"Hello, Professor." Kane grinned at Snape. This was because he knew that Harry's invisibility cloak was given to him by Harry's father. If he didn't know, he would have thought that the invisibility cloak was passed down by Snape.

"Put the snakeskin back, and then you can leave." Snape didn't say much when he saw Kane, perhaps thanking Kane for avoiding him in class this year and not causing any trouble to test his fragile nerves.

So let's handle it gently this time.

"Okay..." Kane nodded and walked towards the window on his own.

"I said, put the African tree snake skin back."

Kane, who was inching towards the windowsill, suddenly stopped: "Professor, how about I buy it with Galleons?"

"Gryffindor, deduct five points." Snape didn't respond, just kept deducting points.

Just as Kane was pondering the odds of successfully escaping from here and rushing to Lockhart to get him some amnesiac treatment for Snape, Snape seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Of course, it's not that trading is completely prohibited."

He sat on a small, backless swivel stool: "Perhaps you could use your abilities to help me improve some of the raw materials for potions, just like those forget-me-nots in the greenhouse."

Kane's mind was instantly cleared of all the bad thoughts that might lead him to Azkaban. Snape's initiative to seek a trade was a good thing!

"What kind of materials does the professor need?" He decisively stuffed half of the African tree snake skin into his pocket, sat down neatly opposite Snape, and was as polite as could be.

"Dumbledore needs me to concoct a potion that can weaken the killing power of the basilisk's gaze. The principle behind the basilisk's gaze is, in general, to kill a person's spirit by emitting magic through its eyes," Snape explained slowly, resting one hand on the workbench.

Kane slowly raised his hand, and only spoke after Snape fell silent, saying, "Now that we have glasses, why do we still need to research potions?"

"Because Dumbledore suspected that someone was controlling the basilisk, while a simple petrification would be enough to spread fear to an ordinary junior wizard, it was much more difficult for a powerful professor."

After saying this, Snape deliberately reached out and patted his chest: "What the person behind this really needs is to eliminate the threat, so wearing those sunglasses is useless to us."

Kane understood. If the basilisk petrified some powerful professors, it could easily whip their statues so badly that they couldn't be put back together, let alone placed at the entrance of their respective colleges to protect them.

Therefore, they now need a more robust and secure defense, at least to prevent the professor from losing his mobility and magic.

"So, Professor, what do you need? You haven't told me yet." Kane continued to ask after learning all this, since he knew absolutely nothing about potions, even though Snape had broken down the potion-making formula into solving equations...

To be honest, I'm the kind of person who struggles even to solve equations for myself, so I'd better not waste my brain cells guessing and just wait for Snape to feed me.

"I'm trying to transfer the mental damage from the basilisk's gaze to the body. Now I need potion ingredients that can greatly protect the mind from harm, or even graft the mental damage onto the body, or forcibly restore the mind so that the wizards hurt by the gaze don't die immediately."

Ultimately, Snape, who had been silent about how hopeless he was, finally revealed his true needs.

Kane nodded in agreement as he looked at Snape; Snape speaking human language made him seem almost anthropomorphic.

He then began to mentally translate Snape's needs—it was simply something to restore sanity.

Some professors have it; you can have as much of that stuff as you want.

Kane then began to tour Snape's office. After all, Snape's office was in the basement, and although there was a small skylight, to be honest, the ventilation was not much different from Zero's.

Not to mention it's the rainy season in England right now, so Snape's office was incredibly damp. Sure enough, two blue mushrooms quietly sprouted behind the bookshelves in his office.

Well, this shows Snape's hygiene habits and his level of meanness. I guess even the house-elves wouldn't allow him to clean his office. But it does make things convenient for him, as he doesn't have to wear Little Red Riding Hood to pick mushrooms in the forest.

Snape watched as Kane plucked several blue poisonous mushrooms that had grown from the corner of the bookshelf, and then the shadow in his hand swept upwards, changing the shape of the blue mushrooms.

"This is it."

Snape took the blue mushroom Kane offered him, his lips twitching slightly.

"What's the use of this?" he finally asked.

"Eating them raw depletes your spirit, but cooking them restores it," Kane replied hastily. Snape, of course, didn't believe such a casual answer, so he carefully handed the two mushrooms to Kane.

"Is it edible?"

"It's edible!"

Kane nodded, picked up a mushroom, hastily roasted it with a flame in his hand, threw it into his mouth, crunched it a couple of times, and swallowed it. In an instant, the scenery before him seemed to become more radiant, unlike before when his vision was clouded by a layer of black mist due to learning too much magic.

"This stuff is edible?" Snape retrieved the precious blue mushrooms, looked at Kane with disbelief, and gently broke off a piece from the flame under the cauldron, flicked it, and put it in his mouth. To be honest, he had already prepared a dung stone on the table, just waiting for things to go wrong so he could detoxify himself and then show Gryffindor a great victory.

However, when the blue mushroom was thrown into his mouth and slid down his esophagus, his originally stern face immediately broke down.

But when he thought about how he was a professor at Hogwarts and had to maintain professionalism and seriousness at all times, he forced himself to keep a straight face.

However, he still couldn't hold on.

In the end, he said with a strange expression, "Come again at this time tomorrow."

It wasn't until Kane left that Snape couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"This little wizard is eating quite well."

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