Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 85 Shipwreck

Chapter 85 Shipwreck

Wow... Such a completely different way of making an entrance, are all young wizards this frivolous now?

Lockhart was somewhat surprised by Kane's completely different and incredibly stylish entrance. He decided to learn from this entrance and try to imitate it at Hogwarts, while also inquiring about where he bought the broom and what model it was...

He chose to take out his notebook and write down the scene... so he could use it when he appeared in the book later.

Of course, he didn't forget Kane standing in the yard. After quickly jotting down the idea, he hurriedly brought Kane into the room, tapped his wand, and took out cookies and hot milk tea from the cabinet, placing them in front of Kane.

"Ah, I really didn't expect it. When Dumbledore told me that a young wizard needed me, I really didn't expect it to be you. After all, as far as I know, you are much stronger than ordinary young wizards. So, what can I do to help you?" Lockhart asked while pouring milk tea for Kane.

"...Didn't you specifically ask me to come? Dumbledore has already told me the whole story." Kane popped a cookie, its sweet and oily flavor filling his mouth, and said bluntly without any pretense.

Lockhart's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered: "It's like this, Kane, may I call you that?"

After receiving Kane's nod, Lockhart resumed his statement: "Because I am a writer, and writers need a cause, a process, and a result to write a story, so what I need now is a cause."

"Ah~" Kane nodded, "But I'm not a writer. However, if it's something small, I'd be happy to help you. For example, what do you need?"

"You just need to tell me what your plans are for this holiday, and I'll take care of the rest," Lockhart replied.

"Hmm, for my first task, I need to go to the sea to get some materials and make some things I need to upgrade my flying broom." Kane said, pointing to the flying broom floating behind him, his eyes filled with love.

"Hmm...? This thing still needs an upgrade?"

Lockhart asked a question he had to ask, after all, it took less than three seconds for the broom to go from a tiny black dot in the sky to stirring up a storm in Godric's Valley, and then it came to a steady, resounding stop.

With this level of speed and handling, even if Nimbus Corporation were to beat the Nimbus boss senseless, he wouldn't dare utter a single fart. And now they're telling me it needs an upgrade?

Seeing Lockhart's questioning gaze, Kane nodded: "That's right, it's an upgrade, the kind that requires going to sea."

Lockhart pondered for a moment, then finally nodded. "Well, although reality is a bit far-fetched, after my embellishment, it should be alright."

Lockhart felt an immense surge of passion as he sensed a brand-new storyline about to unfold in his book. Most importantly, because the book featured two main characters, Kane had a more substantial and important role in his outline, so the old method of using the Oblivion Charm was not feasible.

Although it's a bit tiring, because the adventures in the book really require you to experience them yourself, it also has an advantage: it's original, whereas Lockhart previously took other people's stories and reworked them, which were considered fan fiction.

It's important to know that every fan fiction writer harbors a dream of creating original works, and Lockhart is no exception.

Kane, who was quietly eating cookies, was puzzled by Lockhart's sudden burst of enthusiasm. What was wrong with this guy?

It's me who needs to upgrade, not him. What's he doing jumping around here?

Ah, he's a novelist. That makes sense. No novelist is immune to being crazy.

That makes sense.

Kane ate his biscuits while watching Lockhart, who had somehow produced a proper English hunting outfit, quickly put it on, and then pause for a moment, watching Kane still enjoying his meal... before finally urging him on.

"When are we leaving?"

Kane tossed the last biscuit into his mouth and clapped his hands. "Now, where's your broom?"

"I just moved here today and don't have a broom yet. Perhaps your broom, I think, would be safer with one driven by an adult," Lockhart said, looking at the floating broom behind Kane with a hint of envy.

This broom looks dangerous. Children should stay away from it; they might get hurt. Let the older children handle it; they're more resilient.

Kane looked at the courageous Lockhart and gave him a very shy smile: "Hmm, of course, you can take it for a test drive first."

Kane waved his hand, and the broom automatically flew towards Lockhart.

"Oh, that's so generous. I'll be very careful."

Lockhart gently picked up the broom as he spoke, and he was indeed not lying; his movements were very gentle. Unfortunately, Kane's broom was not so gentle.

Lockhart was just riding on his broomstick, intending to accelerate slightly, when he was suddenly launched at an illogical speed.

After leaving the room, Kane looked up at the sky. Well, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he shouldn't die from the fall.

for a long time...

"Kane, I still think this might be too dangerous. Perhaps we could choose to travel by fireplace. I can pay for a door key, and I even have a Persian magic carpet imported from my home in Diagon Alley. We don't necessarily have to use flying brooms, especially yours."

"I could even pay for a Nimbus 2001 for you, but I think it's better to keep this broom as a collectible."

Kane sat in front of the broom, gripping the handles with both hands, trying to get a feel for it.

Lockhart sat behind him, holding Kane tightly as if he wanted to tie them together with a rope.

"Mr. Lockhart."

"You can call me Gilderoy, that's what my fans call me."

"No problem, Lockhart, so are you ready?"

"Honestly, no, and Kane, didn't you listen to me?"

"Hmm, of course not." After saying that, Kane suddenly controlled his flying broom and shot off, and Godric's Valley was once again filled with a loud howl.

Fortunately, it seemed that everyone in the village had just finished lunch, and everyone was fast asleep.

In just a few seconds, Kane had taken Lockhart up into the clouds. Before, Kane was driving the broom alone, which made some things inconvenient, but now that he had a passenger in the back, it was like having a co-pilot who could help him get most of the work done.

For example, right now, there's another large flock of petrels flying straight in front of us.

"Lockhart, use a spell to disperse the birds for me," Kane shouted behind him.

"Huh? Scare away the birds? I don't know how!" Lockhart exclaimed, looking completely bewildered.

"Then how did you graduate from Hogwarts?" Kane chuckled in exasperation, saying with a hint of helplessness.

"I don't know, they said they'd give out graduation certificates, so I went!"

Soon, the clouds were once again blasted open by the surging cyclone, creating a huge hole and knocking down several poor petrels.

And poor Lockhart.

"My God." Kane maneuvered the flying broom with one hand and covered his forehead with the other.

"Where did Dumbledore find this thing and bring it to Hogwarts?"

After saying that, Kane resignedly steered his broom downwards. Anyway, the English Channel was not far below, and the materials for making the Think Hat should be available in the near sea.

As a jet-black meteor hurtled down from high to low, Lockhart, who was being pulled down by Lord Bull, was easily caught by Kane.

"Oh! I'm saved!" Lockhart, who had been captured, had never felt so happy, but Kane, who was actually controlling the flying broom, had a much more serious expression.

"Um... Kane, what's with that expression?" Lockhart asked, looking somewhat serious.

"I told you before, this flying broom needs an upgrade," Kane said quietly.

"So? Why are you saying all this?"

"That's why this broom needs an upgrade," Kane said, raising an eyebrow. Lockhart also turned around sharply to look at the approaching sea.

Ah, clearly, extreme acceleration isn't so easy to stop...

So much so that...

boom!

With a speed that seemed to blur, the flying broom carried the two of them straight into the sea, where a tiny water mushroom rose to the surface.

Soon, when the two opened their eyes again, Kane yawned, tightened his horned hat, and looked at the little pumpkin and flying broom that were waiting obediently for him... oh, and Lockhart too.

He then looked at the beach beneath his butt and a small patch of woods behind him, revealing a suppressed laugh that was gradually becoming impossible to contain.

This opening... feels surprisingly familiar.

"Uh...where is this? Where did these waves bring us? Is this still England?" Lockhart, on the other side, also sat up from the beach, looking around the small island and asking Kane in a daze.

Lockhart stood up, looking somewhat weak, and glanced curiously at Kane, who had already taken action.

Watching him quickly dig up all the branches and grass on the entire island, and then cut down a few trees, he saw an abstract handicraft that was comparable to a metamorphosis.

He actually saw someone create a giant machine taller than a person in three seconds with their bare hands. Then, as if simply using the giant machine as a backrest, they leaned against it and used their hands to create a huge raft.

"Oh, if I wrote this into a book, readers would definitely call me a liar." Just as Lockhart was muttering to himself, Kane reached out and beckoned to him.

"Come here, let's put this thing into the sea!"

Lockhart didn't have time to react before he ran over and put the huge raft into the sea. Then Kane quickly put the flying broom and the moving pumpkin onto the raft. Finally, Kane himself thought for a moment and came over to pull Lockhart onto the raft as well.

"So... what are we doing right now?" Lockhart asked quietly.

"Perhaps, a raft for survival." Kane shrugged. What could he say? All that trouble just to catch a jellyfish? He might as well just go to the market...

Why don't you just go to the farmers market?

Kane, who had originally intended to say something, suddenly found himself unable to utter a single word.

As the raft drifted along, Lockhart, sitting opposite on the raft, watched Kane's expression shift from laughter to helplessness to a sudden battle-ready look, and a little timidly gripped his wand.

Although he hadn't used any serious offensive spells for so many years, he didn't know if he was confident he could hold his own against this first-year wizard who had single-handedly defeated a troll.

But to be honest, this is the cheapest sense of security he can get right now.

After all, the person opposite looked crazy and was wearing such a bizarre hat...

A writer must take good care of himself when traveling.

At the same time, Kane, who was sitting opposite him, took out his wand from his pocket.

In just a moment, this tiny movement startled Lockhart, who was opposite him, into a daze.

Kane, however, completely ignored Lockhart's strange reaction, and simply dipped his wand into the water to stir it up, quickly scooping up a jellyfish.

"By the way, Kane, would you mind telling me what you came here for?" Lockhart thought for a moment and decided that they should start breaking the ice now. After all, he was starting to get a little afraid that this mentally unstable little wizard would suddenly attack him if they didn't break the ice soon. He needed to build up his favorability with him beforehand.

Kane didn't hide anything: "I came here to obtain the raw materials to make a special hat, which I call the Thinking Hat."

"Ah~ So what are the raw materials? Are we done yet?" Lockhart then asked.

"The raw materials I need are a jellyfish and two ropes, which I already have. I'm just missing one last thing." Kane finished speaking and stared straight at Lockhart across from him.

"What is it? Perhaps I can help. If I have it, I will absolutely do my utmost to help." Lockhart was eager to win favor, patting his chest with an indescribable sense of pride.

"The last raw material is brain tissue."

Lockhart: "???"