Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

The meaning of the four words in Chapter 24

Perhaps it was like Dumbledore's previous setup, the two stone statues guarding his house must recognize him, since even professors need a password to enter the headmaster's office, but he doesn't.

dong dong dong...

Kane thought for a moment and decided to knock on the door first.

The door opened by itself, and Dumbledore sat down with a smile: "Let me guess, your magic has encountered a small problem?"

Kane raised an eyebrow, simply saying that with a thought, he released all the magical shadows from his body and then reabsorbed them back into his body.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I learned it that very day."

"That's really impressive. So, what brings you here?"

"What did you mean by what you said in the auditorium? Idiot, crybaby, scum, twist? Those four words?" Kane asked.

Dumbledore spread his hands innocently: "Every year I just say a few words randomly, and then a lot of young wizards will help me explain the real meaning of these words, but in fact I don't even know that I've added so many meanings to those words, it's just for fun."

Kane looked at Dumbledore with a smile. He regretted coming. Wouldn't it have been better to spend this time in the dormitory playing pillow fight with Harry and Ron?

"What a waste of life." Kane muttered as he left.

Dumbledore sat in his chair, looking exasperated. "I was just saying it offhand. Do you expect me to come up with some profound reason on the spot?"

On his way back to the dormitory, a cat's meow suddenly appeared behind Kane. He turned around and saw Felch carrying a lantern.

"Hmm..." Felch looked at the young wizard in front of him, who clearly had a close relationship with the headmaster, and slowly said, "There's a curfew now, but since this is your first offense, we won't let it happen again."

"Thank you, sir." Kane quickened his pace and left the corridor, soon returning to his bedroom.

There aren't many young wizards this year. For example, there are only six boys in Gryffindor. Kane, Harry, and Ron share a dorm room, while Neville, Simon Finegan, and Dean Thomas share the other.

By this time, Harry and Ron had fought quite a bit, and the once fluffy and firm pillow was now limp and powerless.

Now, the two of them are cooking spaghetti in a small crucible in their dormitory.

"Wow, it smells so good! Is there any for me?" Kane quickly moved closer, wanting to get a share.

"Of course, but you two will have to get your own forks." Ron was stirring the pasta when Kane and Harry went to get their forks. When the two returned with their forks, they found Ron already shoveling pasta into the cauldron by himself.

"???" Kane and Harry stared in shock at what they saw. "So?"

"Hmm, that's all." Ron said, slurping up another mouthful of noodles.

Kane chuckled helplessly and pointed at Ron with his finger: "You little brat!"

The next moment, Shadow grabbed Ron's limbs, making him stop attacking the spaghetti that belonged to him.

The second farce in the dormitory ended, and the three finally quieted down. Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, and finally Harry cleared his throat: "Ahem, Kane, you just said you were going to ask Dumbledore something, what were you going to ask?"

"It's that four-word opening line of his, the one with 'idiot scum'," Kane said casually.

"What exactly does that sentence mean?" Harry asked, immediately intrigued.

"Tell me! I bet it's a really high-level spell!" Ron's eyes lit up.

"He said he didn't think that much about it at all; it's just four useless words, but every year there are bored little wizards like us who study his randomly made-up opening lines."

Harry and Ron both fell silent for a moment; this reason simply didn't match Dumbledore, a renowned wizard.

"Hmm... I don't believe it." Harry shook his head.

"Maybe Dumbledore wasn't telling you the truth? Maybe it's some kind of strange spell, the kind that can protect us, but it won't work if we tell you?" Ron continued to speculate.

"I don't know then. Maybe you two can ask him tomorrow?" Kane said, sitting up in bed. Then he suddenly remembered something. It seemed that anyone other than himself needed a password to go to Dumbledore's office, right?

Forget it, they might not even go.

But things didn't go as planned. Harry and Ron nodded in unison: "Let's go!"

"Good luck to you." Kane scratched his head helplessly. Maybe Dumbledore would kindly open the door for them, but none of that mattered much to him right now.

The most important thing now is to get our campfire back going before midnight.

Over time, his campfire naturally evolved, shrinking from a fire pit capable of roasting beggar's chicken to a small light source that could be placed on a bedside table.

This was a small campfire that he and Harry made by cutting off the cobblestones from Diagon Alley's paving stones.

Ron glanced at Kane's burning bedside table...

"Um... Kane, your bedside table seems to be getting all worked up," Ron said quietly.

Before Kane could explain, Harry immediately answered the strange question: "That's his nightlight. Our Mr. Kane Heath is afraid of the dark."

Kane blushed slightly. This was clearly a rule of the Eternal Realm, so how could it be called being afraid of the dark?

"Alright, Kane, if you're really scared, we can leave the lights on at night and use bed curtains." Ron was very understanding, much better than the anthropomorphic Harry in this respect.

Thinking back to the first time Harry was under the same roof as him, he sat down by the campfire with ease. How did Harry do it back then?

I don't know what I was thinking, but I felt that if I left the Dursleys, I would be a homeless vagrant on the streets. I didn't know that I was enjoying a life of luxury at Hogwarts.

Speaking of which, I hope Dumbledore won't let it slip tomorrow? Probably not, Dumbledore is such a reliable person.

Kane lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, looking blissful.

As for the remaining question in his mind, how to turn the characteristics of the Eternal Realm Frog into a spell...

Tomorrow's first class is spells class. If you don't understand anything, just ask the teacher. If you have a teacher but don't ask and try to figure it out on your own, that's just being silly.

And so, Hogwarts entered its second day.

Kane felt his sanity level drop again. To be honest, he really didn't want to use that wreath too much. It would be a bit grotesque for people to see a real man wearing that thing.

However, in order to avoid being chased all over Hogwarts by shadow monsters...

Bitter!

"So why don't you just take that thing off your head? Everyone in the Great Hall is staring at you," Harry said, a little embarrassed.

"I'll knit one for you two later, so you can keep me company," Kane said while drinking some oatmeal.

"Well, I don't think that's necessary."

"Me too."

"Um...maybe I can keep you company?" Neville, who was separated from Kane by a Harry, suddenly said quietly.