Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 181 The Champagne Opening at Halftime

After leaving the carriage, Kane took out an exquisite glasses case from his hat, inside which were Luna's anti-demon glasses.

"Here you go, it helped me a lot."

Luna took the glasses and put them on her face: "That's good."

And so, because Ginny needed to return to Hogwarts later, Luna, who had no friends, was taken in by Kane and put in his carriage.

Lupin had previously thought Kane had left the carriage to commit murder and arson, and he was seriously troubled by it for a long time. Now that he knew Kane had gone to see a friend, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already evening when the Hogwarts Express finally stopped at the Hogsmeade Village train station. It is said that young wizards in their second year and above do not need to take a small boat to return to Hogwarts, but rather a horse-drawn carriage.

This was actually the first time Kane and his friends had ever ridden in a carriage. The last time they rode flying broomsticks back to Hogwarts ahead of time, and the time before that, they were still first-year students.

Following the flow of people, they found a long line of carriages parked at the edge of the woods. The carriages were wide, and the shock-absorbing springs in the tires were very comfortable. The only problem was...

"Ugh, what an ugly horse," Kane commented, frowning.

"This is a Thestral," Luna explained.

Harry: "Those two have gone mad again, haven't they?"

"Maybe? They say people with the same brainwaves resonate when they get together," Ron said quietly.

Hermione, being a studious girl, was clearly much better than the other two. She had actually read about Thestrals in the books; it was said that only those who had witnessed and understood death could see Thestrals.

Thinking about this, she finally remembered something very important... she had to ask Kane.

Soon, Kane, who had been curiously observing the Thestrals, was suddenly tugged at by Hermione. Turning around, he saw Hermione's very serious little face: "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Hmm? Let me think... I only rendered the circus people incapable of resisting. The only one who was truly beyond dead was Quirrell, and he died because of me. But I didn't intend to kill him; I just wanted to banish him... That's all."

Kane first asked in confusion, then, seeing Hermione's serious and earnest expression, he omitted the abstract little skit about the Eternal Realm and answered with his experience in the real world.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Kane seemed fine: "You weren't scared, were you?"

"It's actually not bad. A few pieces of chocolate will do the trick if you get scared." Kane shrugged and sat down in the carriage, followed by Harry and Ron. Overall, it was a bit cramped.

Hermione and Luna rode in another Thestral carriage, clattering all the way back to Hogwarts.

At this very moment, the black-robed Dementors still roam the sky. Normally, people should be able to see a sky full of stars and a bright moon at this time, but now there are only endless dark clouds.

All the young wizards who witnessed this scene had only one thought... The Ministry of Magic has done all sorts of bad things.

Of course, aside from Slytherin, they have now discovered something truly terrifying.

Compared to the manageable danger of the terrifying Dementors infiltrating Hogwarts, they discovered a far more horrifying truth.

A creature that looks like a human but is clearly not human has been living under the same roof as them at Hogwarts for two years...

Mom! I want to transfer schools!

Clearly, Kane's plan didn't seem to be of much use, because these pure-blood wizards were more interested in escaping Hogwarts, this den of evil, than writing letters to their parents to cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, no one should have succeeded.

Unlike the second year, the third-year wizards automatically received a course selection form as soon as they entered Hogwarts.

Kane naturally drew a note on it first, then fell silent.

Well, although I'm not really interested in the Fantastic Beasts class, Hagrid is my good friend, and I definitely have to support him since it's his first time teaching.

Even in the Magical Creatures class, you have to draw.

Ron, standing to the side, looked at Kane and Harry's course selection forms with some confusion. He wondered why these two, who usually avoided books about magical creatures in the library, would choose to take a course on magical creatures.

Kane and Harry exchanged a glance and raised their eyebrows. Since they wouldn't be taking electives in their first week back at school in their third year, they had a week to figure out what courses they should be taking.

So the two of them weren't in a hurry to say it, since Dumbledore would definitely announce the good news of Hagrid becoming a professor later.

Sure enough, when Hagrid walked into the Great Hall wearing the solemn robe that Kane had given him, Ron almost spat out his milk tea.

It's not that the clothes are funny or ill-fitting...

Hagrid looks incredibly robust and valiant in this outfit; the only problem is that his face and body seem to be on completely different levels, making people want to laugh without even realizing it.

He looked like a 40K Smurf, but with his head covered by sunglasses, singing about the other side of the mountains and the other side of the sea, and then suddenly he was about to send someone flying.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the sight: "Seriously Kane, you shouldn't just buy Hagrid clothes, you should get someone to fix his face too."

Kane was also embarrassed. What could he say? It was a modeling problem that couldn't be fixed.

Of course, it wasn't just Kane and his group who were surprised by Hagrid's strange attire; almost everyone familiar with Hagrid was baffled, wondering if he had pulled some kind of trick up his sleeve again.

After the Sorting Ceremony ended, Dumbledore announced two personnel changes for the new semester, one of which was Hagrid becoming the new Professor of Magical Creatures. Only then did they understand what was going on with Hagrid.

As for the second one, Lupin did not enter the auditorium yet because he was still searching for something outside.

At this moment, Snape slowly straightened his collar, his hair was combed like an adult's, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

It's no wonder he put in such a good effort; Dumbledore had written him a letter right before the holidays started.

Prepare him for what he'll be doing with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Dumbledore's idea was that if Kane's plan failed and Lupin couldn't be freed from the werewolf curse, then Snape would brew the wolfsbane potion.

However, Dumbledore clearly didn't finish his sentence, leading Snape to believe that he would finally be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester.

It's time to show these monstrous little wizards what real dark magic is, and what true defense against the dark magic is.

Thinking of this, Snape couldn't help but take out a bottle of champagne he had brought from home from his pocket, pop it open, pour himself a glass, and slowly savor it.

Finally, Dumbledore spoke up: "And then there's our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the new term."

Snape quickly downed the champagne, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and straightened his clothes, ready to stand up and give an elegant nod in greeting.

"Rems Lupin!"