Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 116 is about the basilisk.

Chapter 116 is about the basilisk.

"Ah? Everyone's happy, this is a good thing." As soon as Kane finished speaking, Haroch and the other two looked at him with even more serious expressions.

"...Okay, okay, let me guess, is there something else besides Filch being petrified, like some words appearing on the wall?" Kane said helplessly.

After Kane finished speaking, Harry and the other two became even more serious, and quickly dragged Kane to their usual hideout: "How did you know?"

Hermione took a deep breath, as if considering whether she should say it or not, even though she had been thinking about strange and unhealthy things before, such as Kane's interest-free loan job at Gringotts and the Diagon Alley demolition A-money plan.

But she was really just mindlessly slandering Kane, this stinking Celestial Dragon, in her head. Of course, the main focus was on Celestial Dragons, not Kane. She genuinely didn't believe that Kane would petrify Filch over a mere argument, and she certainly didn't believe that he was the Slytherin heir as written on that wall.

While this is logical, it is not emotional.

At least in Hermione's eyes, Kane was incredibly abstract, but he really wasn't a bad person.

The three of them are now waiting for Kane to give them a definite answer: whether Filch was the one who did it when he went out last night.

Clearly, Kane did not disappoint them, and they all shook their heads: "It wasn't me. I went to Dumbledore's office last night to discuss some matters, because before Filch was petrified, it was his cat, Mrs. Norris, who was petrified first."

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"Neville and I encountered Lady Lorris, who had been petrified. It was because of Lady Lorris that Filch misunderstood me, which led me to give him a good scolding. That's all."

Hearing Kane's answer, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. This time it made sense. Although Kane's clothing, learning style, and even magic were different from ordinary people, at least his values ​​were the same as theirs.

Whether they share the same values ​​remains to be seen, but they would never resort to violence over a minor argument, nor would they be the kind of beasts who treat impure-blooded wizards like dirt.

"Anyway, we're relieved now. To be honest, we really thought you would be the Slytherin heir, even though we knew it was unlikely," Harry said, patting his chest.

"Don't worry, we can go have a nice meal while we're at it. It's like three happy events in a row: Filch has been petrified, Headmaster Dumbledore gave us a day off, and Kane isn't the Slytherin heir yet." Ron said, pulling the three of them toward the Great Hall for a quick meal.

Hermione, however, crossed her arms and asked, "Is there any good news besides the last one? And there's a murderer in Hogwarts right now."

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"...Why don't you stay here and we'll bring your breakfast back for you?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"No need for that, we can't stay here forever."

The four of them arrived at the Great Hall. Kane had just sat down, intending to have a good meal to soothe his humiliated mood after being tormented by a certain statue yesterday, when Dumbledore's paper airplane flew over.

"What's going on now?" Hermione, always the most curious about these things, leaned closer and asked.

"It's Dumbledore. He wants me to go to his office after breakfast." Kane said, glancing up at the professor's desk. Dumbledore had already gotten up and left, so it seemed this was quite urgent.

"Ah, why didn't Dumbledore just give me a day off on my own?"

Kane picked up a large pie from the long table, then took two sausages and cut them in half, followed by pickles, jam, bacon, and a fried egg. He rolled it all up in the pie, took a bite, and walked toward the principal's office.

Soon, Kane stood in front of the headmaster's office for a while, not for any other reason than fear that Dumbledore would steal his burrito. He quickly finished the last piece of burrito, wiped his mouth, and pushed the door open to go inside.

"Dumbledore, what do you want with me?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "It is so. Filch and Lady Norris's petrification symptoms have been studied and are not fatal. They can be saved by brewing a potion using the juice of mandrake."

"That's great. Once the mandrake matures, they can both wake up."

"No, Kane, it's like this, we need to wake them both up as soon as possible so we can find out what petrified them like this," Dumbledore said slowly.

Kane quickly understood what Dumbledore was planning: "Well, I quite like those two Mandela devils, those two big white radishes who follow Hagrid around doing farm work every day and like to steal carrots."

"Although I'm a little reluctant, for the sake of Hogwarts, I reluctantly agree to go back and ask those two to get you some Mandela juice or something, but there's one condition."

After Kane finished speaking, Dumbledore slowly leaned closer and said, "Go on."

"Save Lady Loris, since you can read memories, right? You should be able to read cat memories too, right?" Kane said quietly.

"As for Mr. Filch, should we tell him to wait for the mandrake to mature?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm, if you can find usable mandrakes elsewhere, go ahead, but those two big white radishes won't do," Kane said seriously, after all, he wasn't exactly a generous person.

"That's already very good, Kane, so please hurry up now."

"Okay." Kane said, leaving the headmaster's office and heading straight for Hagrid's hut. At that moment, two Mandelas were watching Hagrid playfully tossing tomatoes and clapping their little arms, completely unaware of the danger approaching from behind.

Kane suddenly appeared behind the two large white radishes, tapped them with his wand, and the two radishes immediately collapsed to the ground with two thuds.

Hagrid, who was throwing tomatoes, was startled, then breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Kane: "Is something wrong, Kane?"

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"It's like this, Dumbledore needs Mandela Juice to prepare a potion to save Lady Norris, so..."

Hagrid understood almost everything after hearing only half of it. For a moment, he just found it hard to accept, after all, he had gotten along really well with the two big white radishes during this time.

The two of them would help him with farm work, take care of the vegetables, and peck at each other like a baby chicken. Although they liked to steal carrots, as long as he tried his best to make them happy, they would definitely show their gap-toothed smiles and clap their two little arms for him with great emotion. They would also clumsily carve their own houses with carving knives. After finishing their own houses, they would use the carving knife on their own potato to carve a cute living room for themselves.

Even now, Hagrid still thinks they are just two cute and peculiar little wizards. No, little wizards are not as cute as them. After all, little wizards have never given him that much emotional value. So much so that he has forgotten that these are two mandrakes that have come to life. Their purpose is to be knocked out and dragged back to be used as potions by Snape or other little wizards who happen to be passing by.

Thinking of this, he sighed slowly, went back to his room and took a large cleaver that was even longer than Kane's, intending to use it as a second for the two Mandela spirits.

After all, a short pain is worse than a long one. He and the two big white radishes were neighbors, so a quick death was better than being boiled alive in a cauldron by Snape or chopped into mincemeat on a cutting board.

Just as Hagrid was tearfully slaying the Mandela, Kane was already riding on the back of two Mandela demons. After sucking some liquid from one of their buttocks and putting it in his pocket, he stood up and said, "It's done. Now let them lie here for a while and they'll wake up."

Hagrid, wielding his large machete, looked at the scene with some confusion: "Huh? Don't we need to kill them?"

"Hagrid, you seem to be going a bit too far," Kane said quietly. "After all, these are living beings, and they've both lived at Hogwarts for so long, seeing each other all the time. I can't bear to part with them either."

After he finished speaking, he touched the green leaves on the head of the giant white radish: "Alright, I'm going back to report now, bye-bye Hagrid."

Hagrid watched Kane's departing figure, then saw the two Mandragora demons who had already vaguely opened their eyes. He quickly slung his greatsword over his back.

They mustn't see this; it'll scare the grass.

Soon, in the infirmary, Dumbledore, Snape, Kane sitting on the hospital bed, Mrs. Norris lying on the hospital bed, and Filch, who originally had a hospital bed but was placed not far away as a statue because Kane wanted to sit on it, all gathered together.

Snape placed the Mandela juice extracted from the two Mandela bodies into a cauldron. As the color in the cauldron began to change, the potion was successfully made. The only remaining task was to boil the large cauldron down to a smaller one, until only a test tube's worth of the potion remained, which would then be given to Lady Lorris.

"Well, you did a great job, Kane. How are the two Mr. Mandelas doing?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"He's probably healing his butt right now. After all, it was my first time using a deformable needle, so it was a bit rough. I forgot to make a cutting edge on the needle," Kane said somewhat awkwardly.

"Hmm... I hope they're all doing well," Dumbledore said, raising an eyebrow.

Soon, as the potion in the cauldron was finished, Snape sprinkled it directly onto Lady Lorris.

The next moment, after Mrs. Lorris returned to normal, she started panting and almost jumped onto the ceiling, but Dumbledore caught her with magic.

"Okay, listen to me, I need to see something..."

Dumbledore held Mrs. Lorris, stroking her fur while looking into her eyes, and finally, he understood.

"It's a basilisk," he said quietly.

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