Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 49 Kane's Amazing Tentacle Room

Dumbledore saw Kane about to knock on the door and stopped him.

"Aren't you prepared some backup plans? I mean, what if Professor Quirrell doesn't intend to let you leave so easily?"

Kane paused in his knocking: "So you brought me here directly so I'd hurry up?"

"I'm just letting you get acquainted with the connections. Although I don't think Professor Quirrell is likely to completely break off relations, what if he does?"

Dumbledore then left, giving Kane the right to choose.

Kane, of course, listened to advice and ate his fill. He quickly returned to his dormitory and used the mandrake he had just acquired to quickly handcraft a panpipe.

However, this panpipe was a little different from what he had expected, or rather, it had an extra special... way of being used.

In addition to the physical panpipes that he could touch, the spirit particle decomposer also produced a magic book.

Before Kane could even look at the spellbook after opening it, a series of complex pieces of knowledge suddenly flooded his mind, showing him how to use a wand and magic to create the same hypnotic effect as playing the panpipes.

He waved his wand and tried it out. As the wand glided through the air like a conductor's baton, a strange and eerie voice emerged from some unknown corner. On the windowsill, Kane's Hugin and Harry's Hedwig immediately curled up and fell into a deep sleep.

Ron's owl was spared because he was the only one in the dorm with family, and his owl was the only one in the dorm who needed to deliver messages to his family.

"Hmm, surprisingly useful." Kane said, stuffing the panpipes and wand into his pocket, picking up the feathered hat and heading towards Professor Quirrell's office.

In Quirrell's office, he faced a mirror, in which was reflected an incredibly ugly, pale face without a nose.

This is his daily routine. Voldemort first explains magical knowledge to Professor Quirrell, then talks about his grand plans. After the grand plans are finished, he goes on to discuss the detailed plans and preparations for stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

Finally, it ended with a ten-minute Voldemort-exclusive PUA routine.

However, the atmosphere between the mirror and the man was somewhat subtle today. Voldemort was not a good-tempered man. On the contrary, in order to maintain his so-called outward elegance, he always vented his anger on his servant, who was now the only person he could vent his anger on.

Poor Quirrell, because Kane's talent was too great, he missed a great opportunity to lure Kane into his office to study his special shadow magic, and now he is being scolded for a mistake that was not really his fault.

dong dong dong.

Quirrell, who was listening to Voldemort's teachings, was startled.

"Go open the door," Voldemort said in the mirror before disappearing from it, leaving his reflection in the mirror back to Professor Quirrell himself.

Kane looked at Quirrell with curiosity as he opened the door. After hearing from Dumbledore that Professor Quirrell was not a good person, Kane's only remaining curiosity about the professor was genuine.

What kind of amazing villain could Dumbledore convince himself to stay at the school?

Quirrell, on the other hand, was completely different. Upon seeing Kane, he trembled with excitement, making it hard not to suspect...

"Come in quickly, kid." Quirrell pulled Kane into the office without saying a word, then slammed the door shut.

Professor Quirrell was quite skilled at housework magic, or rather, manipulation magic, and the entire office was transformed into a perfectly orderly setting for receiving guests.

"Quelinas, don't forget your job. Figure out where his strange shadow magic came from, and get him to use that swamp spell again. Then I'll be able to sense the mystery behind it." Voldemort began issuing daily tasks inside Professor Quirrell's head.

Quirrell quickly agreed in his mind, pausing as he poured tea for Kane. "Is there a problem with the magic? That swamp curse?"

Kane, of course, had no idea what the master and servant were thinking. He simply took out the feathered hat from his pocket and said, "I've just come to give you a gift. Perhaps you'd like to change your hat."

Quirrell's initial excitement vanished instantly upon seeing this; what he needed was Kane's magic, not a ridiculous hat.

However, the voice of Voldemort in his head said something completely different: "Take that hat! I sense it; there's an extremely strange magic on that hat!"

Quirrell, who was about to break down in a frown, quickly straightened his cheeks and grinned like a man-eating tree as he deftly took off the feathered hat.

Unlike Quirrell, who had just experienced a dramatic rise and fall, Kane suddenly felt a little regretful. After all, the combination of Professor Quirrell's garlic smell and the office's aromatherapy scent was unbearable for most people.

The thought that I had of asking Quirrell some useful questions when I was outside the door was instantly dispelled.

Ask Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore—it doesn't matter who you ask. Don't suffer with Professor Quirrell.

Kane stood up, thinking to himself, "Professor, now that I've delivered the gift, I think it's time for me to leave... I'm leaving with a heavy heart. Bye~"

Unfortunately, before Kane could finish saying goodbye, Quirrell, under the threat of the Crucifixion Curse simulating in his head, grabbed Kane's arm.

"No, don't go. In exchange for your gift, I'll teach you magic. What kind of magic is there? You don't know any?"

Kane turned around with an awkward and not-so-polite smile: "It's not that I don't want to keep it, it's just that I feel like my nose is about to give birth."

Just as Professor Quirrell was pondering what magical symptom it was that his nose was about to give birth and whether he should be taken to St. Mungo's Hospital, Voldemort in his head spoke again: "Your smell, Quirinus, is awful."

Quirrell quickly realized what was happening, waved his wand, and as the window opened, a gentle breeze blew in, carrying away most of the smell from the office.

Kane removed his mask of pain at the opportune moment. Well, he could linger for a while before the next wave of smell returned, because he did have a few minor questions about the Swamp spell.

"About the Swamp spell," Kane began, and Professor Quirrell quickly added, "You can use it first! I'll see if there are any problems."

After Quirrell finished speaking, even Voldemort, who was carefully examining the feathered hat, withdrew his power from it and began to focus on studying Kane himself.

Kane didn't waste any time. He took out his wand and waved it, and a swamp instantly appeared in Quirrell's office. Unlike Quirrell, who was wondering why Kane's swamp was a different color than the others', Voldemort saw much more.

"I sense that this swamp has life. Ask him how that's happening."

Quirrell perfectly acted as a mouthpiece: "This...this swamp has life?"

Kane glanced at Quirrell with some surprise. This guy was something else, or maybe the person behind him was something else too.

After concealing his thoughts, he continued, "This swamp does indeed have life."

The moment he finished speaking, two spiked tentacles suddenly sprang out of the swamp, baring their fangs and claws as they attacked anything they could reach.

"My problem now is that I can only summon this swamp on the ground, but what I really want is to summon it on the walls and ceiling, creating a real swamp space, so that any enemies inside will be killed by tentacles from all directions..."

Kane paused abruptly as he spoke, because he saw Quirrell's strange expression.

"Emmm...never mind, goodbye Professor Quirrell." Kane said, about to leave, but Professor Quirrell grabbed his arm.

"Wait, you, the magic you conceived can be, can be done. Take this list of books, this, this will be helpful to you." Quirrell said, quickly writing down a few book titles on the parchment.

Just as he was about to hand him over to Kane, the Voldemort in his mind finally discerned the true nature of the swamp and the feathered hat, and hurriedly spoke up: "Leave him here!"