Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

The remaining 9 minutes of Chapter 27 are all about class hatred.

Kane casually placed two large pieces of meat into the crucible, then added a large pile of vegetables.

The moment to witness a miracle has now arrived. Without any warning, a large amount of food in the crucible began to change its form in a very strange way, from solid to liquid, and finally condensed into several round, transparent solids.

Everyone watched as the transparent solids were slowly dyed from the inside out, turning into the meatballs they had just put into their mouths.

"Wow...do you think house-elves cook for us in their kitchens like this too?" Harry looked at Hagrid, after watching Kane make two meals of meatballs full of magic and hard work using a homemade stone pot and a cauldron he took from Hagrid's house.

This is both magical and ruthless.

Ron thought for a moment: "Probably not. My mother knows so many household magic spells, yet she doesn't have the ability to turn ingredients directly into meatballs like these. House-elves probably don't either."

After he finished speaking, he wasn't afraid of getting burned. He reached out and grabbed another meatball, which was bulging out of his mouth, and started gnawing on it.

The others also quickly grabbed at the meatballs, eager to devour them, and in the blink of an eye, they had eaten them all up.

The group sat in Hagrid's yard, watching him use his wand, disguised as a small umbrella, to clean the cauldron and put it back in the house. For a moment, they felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

"Seriously, if I had Kane's abilities, my status in my family would skyrocket, even surpassing Ginny's."

Hagrid chuckled twice at Ron's idea, then poured cold water on it: "Then Professor Snape won't let you off the hook. Can you imagine if you turned a potion into a meatball in Potions class? Professor Snape might beat you into a meatball."

Kane, who had been enjoying the peaceful moment, suddenly looked up: "What Potions class? What does it have to do with me?"

"You..." Ron and Hagrid looked at Kane, "Of course you use a cauldron to brew potions! You didn't know that, did you?"

Kane sat on a large rock. It is said that people inevitably laugh out loud when they are speechless.

And he actually let out that "haha" quite fittingly.

You should know that when he was kneading meatballs in the crucible just now, there was absolutely no injection of shadow; it was a form of divine inspiration from the very beginning.

And now you're telling me that we're required to use a pot in Potions class?

"What else? Potions class doesn't use a pot, but a grinder to grind things into powder and make you candy tablets? Or did you not even read your acceptance letter carefully?" Harry scratched his head, looking quite surprised.

"Probably not, Kane is Dunk—" Hagrid hadn't finished speaking when he heard Kane cough loudly.

Interrupt! You have to interrupt! Harry is now convinced that he slept under a bridge and in a garbage can before. If he finds out that it was all unfounded and gets angry, my fragile sanity will be ruined!

"Are you alright?" Hagrid asked.

"Oh, I just remembered, I need to go to the library to find a book Professor Flitwick told me about. Harry and Ron, you two come with me. Hagrid, we'll be going now, bye!"

Kane hurriedly grabbed Harry and the other two and ran away.

As for Potions class—things will work themselves out; who knows, Professor Snape might be a kind professor who is cold on the outside but loves his students on the inside?

Soon, the three arrived at the library. Kane picked up the note Professor Flitwick had given him and showed it to the librarian, Mrs. Pince. Then, leaving Harry and Ron outside, he went into the restricted section.

Hermione also went into the library. After eating and drinking her fill and completing two games of Wizard's Chess, it was time to relax and read a couple of books.

Just as she was searching for interesting books in the vast library and was about to reach a corner of the forbidden section, Mrs. Pince timely blocked her path with magic.

"The restricted area is just ahead; ordinary wizards are not allowed to enter," Mrs. Pince whispered a reminder.

Just then, Kane came out carrying a huge book of complete explanations of summoning charms, and left with Harry and Ron. They even greeted Mrs. Pince and Hermione as they passed by.

"Hi, Mrs. Pince, hi Hermione."

After exchanging greetings, the three of them walked away and left the library.

Seeing this, Hermione felt suffocated by the hierarchy of the entire magical world. What could she do?

I don't know, but we can't just kill him, can we?

Back in the Gryffindor common room, the three found a corner. Harry and Ron started playing wizard chess, while Kane read the complete guide to summoning spells by himself.

After studying for a whole noon, Kane resigned himself to his fate.

Just as you can't learn English without knowing the 26 letters of the alphabet, or you can't learn chemistry without knowing the periodic table, Kane never attended a single Transfiguration class; he only studied it sporadically for a few days in Diagon Alley.

If someone could learn that, it would be a miracle.

Fortunately, the first class in the afternoon is Transfiguration, which will give him enough time to absorb the knowledge. He can also ask Professor McGonagall questions after class, so why not?

Just as Kane was enjoying the moment he learned the Summoning Charm, with a wave of his wand, the killer bees left nothing but destruction in their wake, and the toad army pressed in, leaving the enemy with not a single thread.

If I ever encounter an enemy with real power, I'll eventually give him a taste of his own medicine by manually crafting a couple of bosses.

Or perhaps his Shadow Blade wouldn't be a disadvantage either.

Emmm, speaking of Shadow Blade.

Although he can control shadows, the Shadow Blade spell will only unlock after he finds some gold to upgrade his workbench and does some research.

Just like learning magic, even if you have fire elemental affinity, you can't create a Grindelwald gas stove right after you're born. You still need to develop, earn money, gold, rubies and sapphires, all of which require money.

Just then, he felt his pocket move, and Kane realized that Neville's Rafer hadn't been returned to him yet.

Neville should be in the next dorm room right now; we need to deliver it to him quickly.

Kane jogged into the boys' dormitory, returned Raffles to Neville, and then went back to the common room. As soon as he left the corridor, he bumped into Hermione.

At this moment, three parts of her eyes reflected the tenderness of a friend, three parts the mutual appreciation of being fellow academic high-achievers, four parts gratitude for the help given to her and Neville before the Sorting Ceremony, and the remaining ninety parts were pure hatred for a class enemy.

Kane watched as Hermione instinctively kept her distance from him after seeing him, as if she didn't want to see him, or perhaps seeing him gave her an urge to kill herself, but since they were still friends, she simply kept her distance, sparing her own life.

"Hiss..." Kane stroked his chin, watching Hermione's departing figure with some curiosity.

"Kane, Transfiguration class is about to start, what are you standing here for?" Harry asked curiously, looking at Kane who was standing motionless at the top of the stairs.

"It's nothing, I just don't know what's wrong with Hermione, but it probably has nothing to do with me. Let's go to class."