Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 54 The Purple Gem Has Arrived

"Hmm, is it ready?" Kane asked quietly.

"Hmm, I think that speaks volumes. Shouldn't we give Mr. Heath some extra points? Ten points, please," Dumbledore said with a pleased expression.

"That's how mischievous the little wizards at Hogwarts become," Professor McGonagall sighed, then looked at Hermione. "Miss Granger, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley said Mr. Heath came looking for you. So what's going on with you here? Is it a personal adventure, or are you locked up here for some unknown reason? Have you been bullied?"

It's no wonder Professor McGonagall asked that question. After all, since the founding of Hogwarts, the girls' restrooms have been arguably the deadliest place. From a few ancient ghosts whose names are unknown to the nearby Myrtle, each one tells a story of the resentment and bitterness of the Hogwarts girls' restrooms.

And now, Hermione, looking so fresh and pretty, is playing hide-and-seek with the troll in the girls' restroom once again. If Kane weren't here, it would be hard to imagine that Hogwarts wouldn't have another girls' restroom tragedy.

"So, Miss Granger, did any other junior wizards or professors lure you into this women's restroom, or even lock you in here?"

Hermione quickly shook her head. She had come here secretly to drop the little pearls. Although her roommates also knew the location, they didn't think they had the ability to let a troll into Hogwarts, and they weren't that kind of people.

"Well, since that's the case, it should be clear by now. It was just a coincidence. Minerva, go and call all the little wizards out. The Halloween dinner will continue."

Dumbledore told everyone else to leave first, while he stayed behind to repair the toilet that had been torn to pieces by the trolls.

Unlike the other two professors, Flitwick and Sprout, who rushed back to call their students.

Snape and Professor McGonagall slowed their pace. Snape intended to ask Kane if the purple flesh he had put in his pocket had any special use, while McGonagall clearly wanted to get more information about trolls from Kane and Hermione.

She didn't have Dumbledore's thick skin; knowing there was a loophole in Hogwarts that allowed trolls to get in, she couldn't sleep well.

Regardless of whether the vulnerability is physical or caused by a person.

And so, Snape and Professor McGonagall remained locked in a stalemate behind the four of them, each feeling that their own business was more important. In the end, Snape managed to win the argument against Professor McGonagall.

"What's the point of asking those two if Dumbledore isn't going to tell you? Based on what they say about troll species?"

Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment, then realized that Snape's words made some sense. She decided to act as the vice-principal and directly question Dumbledore to see what this most powerful white wizard of the time had been protecting while overseeing Hogwarts!

The four people in front were completely unaware of what was happening behind them until Snape's voice came from behind.

"Mr. Heath, what's the use of those purple chunks of flesh you got from the troll?"

Kane stopped, while the other three, looking at Snape's face with its contrasting light and shadow, ultimately decided to take a few more steps forward before stopping to observe from a distance, so that Snape's acidic saliva wouldn't easily splash onto them.

"You really want to know?" Kane raised an eyebrow at Snape. To be honest, he didn't know what monster meat could be used for these days. It seemed like cooking was the only option.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be asking you here."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, Kane acted swiftly. In less than a second, he pulled a cauldron and four pieces of monster meat from his pocket.

The moment Snape saw the cauldron, the memories he had previously sealed away seemed to suddenly come back to life, and he quickly said, "No, we can't use the cauldron."

Unfortunately, he was too late. Before he could speak, Kane had already stuffed three pieces of monster meat into the cauldron, and now only one piece was left.

"No, no, no, Heath, you wouldn't do that, if you dare..."

Pfft!

The last piece of monster meat slipped from his hand and fell into the crucible.

Kane pressed his lips into a thin line. He swore that he really just slipped and acted too quickly... that was all.

As the last piece of monster flesh fell into the cauldron, Snape closed his eyes in resignation. He truly dared not look at even a tiny bit, for doing so would indeed contaminate the database.

However, listening to the increasingly rapid sounds coming from the cauldron, he opened his eyes with a sense of resignation. What if there was a special change this time? What if Kane wasn't making food this time, but really some kind of special potion?

However, none of the above happened. With a ding, a monster meat mille-feuille that looked quite appetizing appeared in the crucible.

Snape took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suddenly let out a "Ha!"

He was so angry he laughed again.

After smoothing his lips, he forced himself not to think about that damned cauldron and that damned monster meat.

"Now, give me a piece of that purple meat, I'll go back and study it myself, then take your cauldron and that damn mille-feuille and disappear before my eyes," Snape said slowly, taking a deep breath.

"Oh." Kane pursed his lips, took out a piece of monster meat and handed it to Snape before carrying the cauldron away. He then heard a panting sound behind him.

"Wait! I haven't eaten yet!"

When everyone looked up, they saw Dumbledore walking incredibly fast. At over a hundred years old, his pace was so fast that even Professor McGonagall, who was behind him, almost couldn't keep up.

Seeing this, Snape became even angrier, flicked his robes, and stormed off.

"Ah, I could smell that from far away." Dumbledore said, conjuring a knife and fork to cut a piece of monster meat crepe. "Is this the crepe you said you'd treat me to?"

As he spoke, he was about to put it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Kane stopped Dumbledore, saying, "Wait, this might have some side effects if you eat it."

"I understand, but I hope you understand that taking that step to try something you can tolerate will make your life more colorful."

After saying that, he swallowed the monster meat mille-feuille in one bite... Then he fell silent again, stood up with a tense expression, and quickly walked in the direction Snape had left.

He needs to hurry and get an antidote from Snape.

"Is this stuff really that amazing?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously, looking at the mille-feuille pastry among the dried goods as Dumbledore walked away quickly.

"Perhaps you could give it a try?" Kane pursed his lips and pushed the crucible forward a little.

Professor McGonagall thought about it and still felt that Dumbledore was right: life is short, and it's never a bad thing to have a little bit of everything.

Soon, Professor McGonagall followed in Dumbledore's footsteps to catch up with Snape for the antidote.

"An incredibly weak stomach," Kane commented before stuffing the rest of the monster meat mille-feuille into it. Apart from feeling a little bit of health loss, nothing else happened. He continued walking towards the auditorium while losing health.

Why is this blood still dripping? Oh well, I'll just eat something later.

The Halloween decorations in the Great Hall were exquisite. Kane, the other two... oh, now there were four, because Harry and Ron were bombarding Hermione with questions: What exactly happened in the toilet? Why was she in the toilet? Was that troll really as scary as Dumbledore conjured up? Was there really no evil Slytherin imp who locked her in the toilet and then released the troll to murder her?

Kane saw Hermione's face turn completely red, probably annoyed by Harry and Ron's questions, but actually she was just looking for an excuse, trying to come up with a slightly more elegant way of explaining how she secretly stole the little pearl...

Kane still felt he should act as a mouthpiece for the female classmate who couldn't speak.

He spoke up: "Hermione was just secretly shedding her little pearls in that bathroom because of some unavoidable circumstances."

Hermione, who had just found a perfectly respectable reason, became famous again, and the culprit behind it all was none other than King Hu, who flew in through the skylight of the Great Hall.

The purple gemstone I ordered from Gringotts has finally arrived!