Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 192 Hogwarts isn't like this! I don't accept it!

Inside the Forbidden Forest camp, Sirius was being ordered around, and Grindelwald, dressed as a slave owner, thought the Muggles had discovered the coordinates of Hogwarts and had dropped an atomic bomb there.

It was only after belatedly sensing the emanating magical energy that I breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, it wasn't Muggles who had broken in, otherwise it would have been quite troublesome.

Sirius Black was not calm. In that instant, he was like a dog that saw its own tail and felt that the tail was provoking it, so it started a great chase with the tail.

In short, the underlying code kicked in, and Sirius Black, who instinctively raised his leg to breathe on it, was left behind by Grindelwald despite his plan to rush into Hogwarts to rescue Harry.

After all, the camp still needs a house-elf, and I also need the information from this period of time. Sirius escaped from prison two months earlier than me, but entered prison decades later. I haven't finished telling him the information from those two months.

Of course, it would be even better if he could make me a magic wand.

The young wizards inside the castle had clearly seen their share of storms, unlike the dark wizard leader and the wanted criminal boy outside.

They only heard a bang, and then the little wizard sitting by the window waved his wand to fix the shattered window and resumed class, except for the Charms classroom.

Professor Flitwick was completely baffled as to how Kane managed to unleash such a massive explosion using a mysterious Patronus Charm.

Even Seamus, the former demolition genius, didn't pull off any fancy tricks today, while Kane, who always looked respectable, had prepared something big for himself.

However, Professor Flitwick quickly snapped out of his tense thoughts, because Dumbledore, the person the professors could rely on, had arrived.

Most of the young wizards gasped for Kane, their hearts leaping into their throats. After all, although Kane usually looked half-dead and didn't seem like a good person, he was actually quite popular.

At least the Gryffindor students didn't want Kane to be punished with detention or anything like that, and Hermione was among them.

The Slytherins, on the other hand, had a different idea. Although they usually looked down on Dumbledore, that was only because they disliked his style of doing things. In terms of combat power, Dumbledore was still very brave.

So their current thought is, "Headmaster Dumbledore, you are our last protector, quickly kill this villain!"

Ideally, Kane and Dumbledore would fight three hundred rounds and eventually die together, so that the entire wizarding world would belong to our pure-blood family!

However, their imaginations were far from reality. There was a significant gap between their expectations and the actual situation.

After Dumbledore entered, he first waved his wand to fix the window, then slowly asked, "What just happened?"

The Gryffindor students clearly didn't want Kane to be punished, so they silently stared at the desk in front of them—what a damn desk!

Slytherin was simply too scared, and even Professor Flitwick only came to his senses at this point.

After all, an entire class of young wizards almost lost their lives in their own classroom.

So now he felt no fear, only endless relief, and he didn't even have the thought of deducting points from Kane anymore. It was truly Merlin's blessing.

Just when everyone thought Kane had escaped this time, Kane stood up on his own.

Looking completely bewildered and pale, he pointed to himself.

In an instant, the students' hearts were in their throats again. Unlike the serious version of Dumbledore they had expected, Dumbledore did not have the slightest extra expression; he still had that kind expression.

"In that case, Kane, come with me to the Headmaster's office first." Dumbledore said, taking the bag of nuts off Professor Flitwick's lectern and stuffing it into Kane's arms.

Something's not right, something's not right, something's not right...

Seeing that most of the young wizards in the classroom were falling into self-doubt, Hermione had already mentally moved to the second level.

Unlike her classmates' horrified suspicions and superficial doubts about Dumbledore taking the wrong medicine, Hermione was already thinking about Kane ten years from now.

At that time, Kane appeared at a butter steakhouse. He walked in with his wand, watched the owner grilling steaks at the counter, and played a game with his companion.

If the steak served later doesn't have butter, I'll spare the steakhouse's business.

At this point, a righteous person mustered up the courage to ask why?

Kane then let out a chilling laugh: "Dumbledore said I can kill whomever I want, because I'm Dumbledore's favorite student!"

Soon, the steaks were served. Kane glanced down and, sure enough, there was no butter. Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Kane suddenly burst out laughing: "I don't eat beef!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Hermione? Hermione?" Harry and Ron shook Hermione's shoulder in surprise, pulling her out of her reverie, and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Were you scared by the explosion just now?"

Hermione shook her head, saying nothing. She wasn't frightened by the explosion; she was frightened by Dumbledore...

No, I can't keep hiding like this!

After class, I'll go ask Dumbledore myself. How can such an earth-shattering, ghost-weeping act of spoiling be allowed?

As the saying goes, "I'd rather die a quick death than betray my youthful spirit." Even if I were to be finely chopped into mincemeat by the corrupted Dumbledore, I would rather not be an accomplice of the Celestial Dragons!

Or to put it more bluntly, I emotionally hope that Kane is alright, but how can you really be completely unharmed?

Hogwarts isn't like that, I don't accept it!

Unlike Hermione's chilling imagination, the principal's office on the other side presented a vibrant and thriving scene.

After confirming that Dumbledore hadn't poisoned him, Kane completely relaxed and was leisurely eating nuts in Dumbledore's office.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, who was helping Kane peel nuts, felt that the time was about right.

Although he knew from seeing Kane's pale face in the classroom that the explosion wasn't Kane's intention, he still felt it was necessary to ask him now.

After all, no school principal wants an atomic bomb that could explode at any moment to exist in their school.

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