Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 73 Something's not right, something's really not right.

Chapter 73 Something's not right, something's really not right.

Professor McGonagall's office.

dong dong dong...

"Please come in."

Kane pushed open the door and went in. He had developed a headache whenever he saw Professor McGonagall, though it was also possible that his sanity had been low for a while.

"Kainheath, you just left me this morning," Professor McGonagall said, putting down her quill and her face tense.

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall," Kane sighed, "what is my solitary confinement assignment?"

Professor McGonagall looked up, took out her wand, and pointed to a shelf not far away. The shelf was glowing with a dry, intermittent light, and it was filled with strange and wonderful things that had been transformed by the transfiguration spells of the older young wizards.

"These are all powerful transfiguration exercises I assigned to the senior wizards. You use the spell to stop those things. If you can break the spell, bring them over. If you fail, they pass. Otherwise, you have to write a five-foot-long self-criticism."

Kane shrugged: "I have a strange feeling this will be a very offensive punishment."

"That's not the case, Mr. Heath. If a powerful transfiguration spell can be easily broken by a first-year wizard using a spell-stopping technique, it means they are not skilled enough. Although I cannot guarantee that every wizard in Hogwarts is so sunny and kind, no one would hold a grudge against a stranger just because they failed to cast a spell."

Kane nodded. "I hope so... I mean, I'm relieved to hear that." He then took out his wand, picked up a delicate plush doll from the shelf, and with a flick of his wand, the plush doll turned into an ordinary wooden plaque with a name on it.

After placing the wooden plaque on the table next to Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall, somewhat curious about who this unlucky student Kane had caught first was, raised her eyelids to take a look.

Cedric Diggory?

Professor McGonagall picked up the name tag with surprise. Cedric was a good student, so what was the deal with this name tag? Was it because Cedric wasn't in good condition when he cast the spell?

Before Professor McGonagall could react, another name tag was placed on the table—Percy Weasley? This was even more unusual. Percy Weasley was not only older than Derek, but he was also in exceptionally good form that day. How could this be?

Before Professor McGonagall could even process the somewhat unacceptable fact, another name tag was thrown at her.

Li Qiaodan, ah~ that's normal now.

Another designer brand, Penelope Cruz... Ravenclaw's little genius is acting strangely again.

As Kane threw more and more prestigious names, some with good grades and some with slightly worse, Professor McGonagall finally figured out the real truth about Kane's serious problems and the fact that Transfiguration no longer existed.

Because she was standing right next to Kane, watching him casually pick up something with one hand, and with a light tap of his wand in the other, that thing would turn back into a designer brand.

It's as outrageous as it gets, and look at Kane's downcast face and the soft snoring...

Okay, the truth is clear: Kanehis is not normal.

Well, I can understand. After all, throughout history, there have been all sorts of little wizards who are drawn to black magic: ugly ones, bad ones, and unlovable ones, but never any good ones.

What's more, Kane, who is born with dark magic, is even more of a headache to look at.

Therefore, it was not well thought out of me to initially put Kane in charge of this confinement work.

Professor McGonagall accepted this fact naturally, then gently nudged Kane's shoulder to wake him up before slowly saying, "Go back to sleep. You've completed your confinement duties. Just hand in your self-criticism before class tomorrow afternoon."

"My God, thank you so much, Professor McGonagall. You're like a second parent to me." Kane gratefully raised his eyelids to look at Professor McGonagall, politely bowed, and then decisively left the office.

After seeing Kane off, Professor McGonagall looked at the mountain of name tags for all ages piled on the table. She felt it was necessary to take this opportunity to give those arrogant young wizards a good thrashing.

the next day...

Since there were no classes that morning, Kane slept until noon before slowly sitting up in bed. Harry had already gone to Quidditch training, and Ron was probably playing wizard chess outside.

Kane, yawning, sat down next to Ron as he walked out of the dorm and into the lounge: "Hey, when are we going to eat?"

Before Kane could get a reply from Ron, he felt a strange atmosphere lock onto him. Looking up, he saw that most of the senior wizards sitting in the lounge were staring at him with strange expressions, as if he had done something earth-shattering behind their backs, and every primate except himself knew about it.

When they saw Kane looking at them, they all either awkwardly or hurriedly looked away, completely baffled.

"So what's going on now?" Kane looked at Ron and Hermione with some confusion.

"I don't know. All I know is that George and Fred told us that Professor McGonagall scolded them this morning and gave them extra practice on Transfiguration, apparently because of you." Ron blurted out everything he knew.

"What does this have to do with me?" Kane looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. Could it be because of his confinement yesterday?

Hmm...

Forget it, a wizard whose transformation spell can be instantly stopped and unblocked by my own curse must be about the same level as me. We're all just small fry, no one is much stronger than the other, so there's nothing to worry about.

Probably.

"Never mind, have you guys eaten? Shall we eat in the auditorium?"

"Let's go together."

Soon, the three arrived at the Great Hall. At this time, the Quidditch team was still training. During each training session, some of the more relaxed trainees would come to the Great Hall to get their meals and take them to the Quidditch pitch.

The main theme is valuing time, so today only Kane, Ron, and Hermione are eating here.

As soon as the three entered the hall, a series of gazes fell upon them, all focused on Kane's face.

"Something's not right. I sense a strong threat. What exactly did Professor McGonagall exaggerate during class?" Kane forced himself to sit down and began mechanically...

Okay, eating isn't mechanical anymore; it's eating with feeling.

However, he still cautiously scanned his surroundings, trying to avoid the possibility of a knife suddenly flying out from some corner or some strange curse.

You should know that you're still under the watchful eye of Death. If Death really wanted to, he could easily plunge a knife straight into your heart. If you ended up using the resurrection charm because of such a small problem, that would be a huge loss.

Time passed by, and after he ate the last piece of bread, he relaxed a little. It should be safe to go to the classroom now.

He not only thought so, but he also did so. The three of them, along with Harry, who had just finished training and was still wearing his Quidditch clothes, walked towards the Transfiguration classroom.

Kane kept a sharp eye on every carbon-based life form that passed by him along the way, but fortunately Professor McGonagall was right; there probably weren't any people that tasteless in Hogwarts.

Kane finally breathed a sigh of relief after he sat down in his seat.

Unfortunately, he only felt half relieved.

Professor McGonagall, seeing Kane sitting in his seat, naturally asked, "Mr. Heath, where's your self-criticism?"

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"Wow." Kane exclaimed awkwardly.

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