Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 88 Lockhart: I'll save Kane? Of course!

Chapter 88 Lockhart: I'll save Kane? Of course!

"How's my plan going?"

Lockhart seemed to have opened the door to a new world. If Kane were to give a fair and objective evaluation, he would describe him as...

I've become obsessed with writing.

And most importantly, Harry's reason for not being able to leave the Dursleys is really unreasonable and makes you want to swear, which is very awkward.

The second most important thing is that Kane has his own plans. In addition to upgrading his mantis shrimp, another headache has also arisen.

Since spring would arrive soon after Hogwarts' holiday, and considering his previous miserable experience of almost freezing to death in the winter, he needed to prepare for the rainy season and the summer heat well in advance.

The most pressing issue is spring rain protection, since England, with its gutter-filled terrain, experiences rain all year round. Moreover, since the One-Eyed Deer didn't emerge from the Everlasting Realm during winter, Kane couldn't pry off its eyeballs, making it impossible to create a 100% waterproof and heat-insulating eyeball umbrella.

As for the umbrella, to be honest, it's okay, but you still have to hold it yourself. It's a pity. As a super pitiful little orphan, unloved by my parents, I absolutely do not want to have a cute little servant to hold the umbrella for me. I absolutely do not want to do something so undignified.

After much thought, the only suitable rain gear was a raincoat.

If you don't make your raincoats in advance during the holidays, you'll suffer when the rainy season hits England in September and school starts.

As for why it didn't rain when Kane first arrived at Hogwarts last year...

According to Lao Mai, it might be a newbie protection measure.

In short, last year's rain was mild, but this year's rain is torrential.

Having made up his mind to first make the raincoat, Kane decisively rejected Lockhart's suggestion to save Harry.

It's not that we won't rescue them, but rather that we'll rescue them slowly and systematically, taking at least thirty days.

Lockhart, on the other hand, wanted to have a serious talk with Kane about the necessity of rescuing Harry now, how much money he could make if the book became a huge hit, and how many Galleons he could give Kane as a bonus.

To be honest, the last sentence sounded like empty promises, so Kane decisively refused, and he did so with good reasoning.

"Do you see any famous author who puts the climax right at the beginning of a novel? They always build up the tension before the climax arrives!"

Kane displayed an air of "no one can write novels better than me," successfully persuading Lockhart to abandon his plan to save Harry prematurely. Instead, Lockhart chose to join Kane, along with Pumpkin, riding on a mantis shrimp, and heading to Lambny Marsh in England.

"Hey Kane, how's the speed of your broom after the upgrade?" Lockhart sat behind the broom, holding Kane tightly, and asked with lingering fear as he recalled being knocked off the broom earlier.

"I have nothing to say, except that I hope for the next life."

After Kane finished speaking, he slowly controlled the mantis shrimp to float up.

One sentence successfully reminded Lockhart of the fear he had felt when he was dominated by extreme speed, and he suddenly became timid.

"Seriously, Kane, I suddenly remembered we haven't checked out of the hotel yet. Could you let me out so I can go get my deposit back?"

Kane, of course, completely ignored this: "My dear Lockhart, with your vast wealth, would you be short of money? It's only a small amount, why did you go to the trouble of returning it?"

After saying that, Kane gripped the two handles of the flying broomstick tightly. With a loud hum, the broomstick soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye. Lockhart's voice drifted down from there.

"Damn fifty pounds! Damn fifty pounds!"

Kane's flying broom journey was incredibly smooth. Although Lockhart, sitting in the back, was still useless and couldn't even use the simplest bird-repelling spell, the mantis shrimp had the ability to teleport and blink, so he only needed to blink past the birds when he encountered them.

If it accidentally flies too far, it's quite simple. The water droplet's thirty-degree angle turn without slowing down is no match for the mantis shrimp's one-degree sharp angle turn. It's just a little girl!

With a sudden flick of its tail, the mantis shrimp stopped at the edge of the swamp lake. Kane had already taken a pair of boots out of the little pumpkin's mouth and put them on, making a gurgling sound as he stepped into the damp mud.

Lockhart, trembling, supported the mantis shrimp and slowly placed his legs on the ground. Then, due to exhaustion, he knelt down on the swamp with a thud.

"Speaking of which, Lockhart, I think you have some talents that ordinary people don't have," Kane said quietly, looking at Lockhart who was kneeling in the swamp and starting to sink.

"Oh God, Kane, I think it would be more appropriate to rescue me from this swamp than to make sarcastic remarks or diss me, right?" Lockhart said with a hint of helplessness, slapping the swamp that had swallowed him.

"Do you want to hear about your talent?" Kane said with a smile, looking as if he wouldn't save the patient unless they revealed their talent.

"Oh my god, Kane, hurry up and tell me, or this swamp will bury me up to my neck," Lockhart sighed.

"You have a knack for comedy." Kane said, then took a light step. As the shadow beneath his feet encroached on the swamp in front of him, a purple tentacle suddenly lashed out from Lockhart's feet, grabbed him, and threw him out of the swamp.

"Me! Merlin, Kane, run! This thing might be a magical creature we've never seen before!" Lockhart, who had been thrown out by the tentacles, first stood up and caught his breath, then suddenly realized the terrifying scene he had just experienced and hurriedly shouted to Kane.

Kane naturally heard what Lockhart said, but while he heard it, he certainly wouldn't do it. He used the shadows to summon these tentacles in order to kill them and obtain the tentacle skin to make a raincoat.

On the other side, Lockhart watched as Kane stood there dumbfounded, as if he'd been disconnected from the game, while the tentacles continued their menacing baring. He faced a choice between running away and fighting the giant tentacles bare-handed...

He tried to pry open the little pumpkin's mouth, but before he could succeed, he heard a whooshing sound and a thin, black magical energy flashed past in the corner of his eye.

To be honest, Lockhart knew that Kane was very powerful, but he still couldn't believe some things that didn't conform to the normal wizarding worldview.

For example, that black streak of light—his intuition told him that it was Kane who had slashed it out, but his reason told him that Kane was just a minor wizard, and even if he was powerful, he was still stronger than a clueless adult wizard like himself. It was unlikely that he could have done something like that. It was probably just a traveling adventurer wizard nearby.

Honestly, Lockhart really wanted to believe the latter conjecture, but believing it was unlikely, and ultimately he had to accept reality.

And so, he looked in Kane's direction. The black blade of energy on Kane's wand had just dissipated, and the huge tentacle slowly broke in two.

Kane just cut out an elegant, center-parted tentacle.

At this moment, Kane also looked over, and seeing Lockhart trying to pry open the little pumpkin's mouth, he raised an eyebrow:

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I'll assume you're trying to save me with your magic wand.

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