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Chapter 84 Backpackers?
Chapter 84 Backpackers?
"Backpackers?" Kane looked into Dumbledore's eyes, which were at least somewhat sincere, and quickly shook his head. "I don't think that's necessary. I don't want to leave Hogwarts and finally escape the professors and Filch only to have someone else looking after me."
"Believe me, Kane, if you really intend to walk alone in the wizarding world, then you really need an adult wizard."
As Dumbledore spoke, he pulled out his Elder Wand: "Every wand has a thread inside it called a filament. This is used by the Ministry of Magic to monitor young wizards' spellcasting. If you don't have an adult wizard around, unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic will come after you."
Kane rolled his eyes. Putting aside the fact that his wand was custom-made, the main problem was that he had been using it for a whole semester, and he really couldn't think of any material that could have been soaked in shadow for a semester and still have any of its original effects.
"Hmm... even if the traces are taken care of, you still need..." Dumbledore said, glancing at Kane's expression, and then added, "I'll just watch your performance quietly."
"Well, actually this is a personal matter for me. Since Quirrell exploded, and I don't want Severus to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the entire semester, I really need someone to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the next school year," Dumbledore said, his eyebrows slowly smoothing out.
"You should have said that earlier." Kane put the flying broom on the ground and leaned against it. "So you want me to help you make some connections with our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for next semester?"
"With your impressive connections, you can't even afford a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"
Dumbledore's lips curved into a shy smile: "Unfortunately, Professor Quirrell, who recently passed away, was the thirty-second professor to die since Tom left the school. People believe that Tom cursed the position."
"Perhaps it's just the death bias?" Kane came up with a new term in a fraction of a second.
"The remaining professors are probably about half and half; half are disabled, and the other half have suffered serious damage to their reputations."
As Dumbledore spoke, he conjured a bench and kindly pulled Kane over to sit on it: "So Kane, you have no idea how difficult it was for me to trick this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor into sitting down here."
"Although I know he is a fraud and a good-for-nothing, and may have done some shady things, I have no better choice." Dumbledore said, pulling a magical name card from his pocket.
"I've already spoken to him. Gilderoy Lockhart, a decent adventure novelist, though the veracity of his adventure stories is subjective. To get him to come over, he made a request: he thinks a story about traveling around England and even the entire European wizarding world with a young wizard during the summer holidays would be a good subject."
"So?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "What are the benefits?"
"Well, when you're in your second year, you'll receive almost unlimited privileges from this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he's a bestselling author—in short, very rich."
Dumbledore spoke in a low, seductive voice, like a devil skilled in manipulation.
"Emmm..." Actually, when Kane heard that the writer was a rich sucker, he secretly decided to accept the job.
Why travel on a budget when you can go on a road trip?
He took the business card and glanced at the address on it: "I'll go find him. Ah, you really couldn't find anyone else, which is why you chose to let a nobody like me do this job."
"In fact, Kane, you were his designation."
The moment Dumbledore finished speaking, Kane's head was filled with question marks.
Damn it, it's always me, King Kane, who chooses everyone else; he's never been chosen by anyone else.
Now you're telling me... wait... something's not right...
Kane glanced at Dumbledore and said, "Why would he want to see me? You'd better not tell me you leaked my part about Quirrell."
"I thought you would like that, and I haven't seen you have any objections."
"Heh, maybe it's because I'm a bit poor now and can't afford to subscribe to the newspaper," Kane sneered.
"Well, if you dressed more like a mortal, maybe other junior wizards would ask you about this. But unfortunately, I've asked a few junior wizards who didn't want to give their names, and they all said they were afraid you might be mentally unstable and hurt people, so they didn't dare to approach you easily," Dumbledore replied.
"Heh, they should really thank you for blurring their faces." Kane rolled his eyes, securely securing the little pumpkin to the back of the broomstick, then took off on his flying broomstick. Mid-air, he asked one last question: "Any precautions?"
"Lockhart is a good-for-nothing. In short, don't force yourself. Just be careful of his Oblivion Curse."
Kane was a little confused at this point: "Didn't you say you had to beg him to become a professor? Why are you being so impolite?"
"Well, what can you do? He signed the magic contract early." Dumbledore said, then waved to Kane, before giving him an amused look as Kane rode his broomstick, leaving a gray-black trail in the sky.
Not long after...
In the clouds...
With a deafening roar, Kane gripped his broom and swerved sharply in one direction. As his streamlined form was abruptly destroyed, Kane and his broom ripped a large hole through the clouds.
The reason for the sudden change of direction was simply to avoid a flock of swifts. Unfortunately, due to the sudden stop of the cyclone caused by the abstract number of 166 miles per hour, which is easy to be considered as bragging, several innocent swifts were still thrown off balance and fell to the ground.
Looking at the swift that had been knocked down by the cyclone, and recalling the abstract feeling of his own body resisting the wind resistance, Kane shook his head helplessly.
Although this broom accelerates excessively fast in a straight line, it could really throw people off when turning, and in more serious cases, it could even cause a fatal crash.
Speaking of which, he did have a broom upgrade plan before. With a walking stick, two orange gems, and nightmare fuel, he could make a lazy man's wand that could teleport.
If one's broom had the ability to teleport, not to mention a significant increase in mobility, it wouldn't be impossible to even make sharp-angle turns.
This level of enhancement was something Kane would never have dared to imagine back at Hogwarts. The Lazy Wand required an ancient workbench to craft in the Eternal Realm, something Hogwarts could never find.
But things are different now. Having left Hogwarts, I'm like a fish in the sea or a bird in the sky, no longer bound by any constraints. Making a lazy wand is much easier now.
You can simply go out to sea, gather some marine specialties, and make a Mind Hat—a hat that grants the wearer extraordinary wisdom. Wearing it will grant you access to all the knowledge of the eternal realm, although it's a one-time use item.
But at least once I put on that hat, I won't be limited to the workbench anymore. I can make the lazy wand by hand with my own two hands, which is a reasonable solution.
"Looks like I'll have to change my holiday plans." Kane pulled his horned hat down even lower and sped up again.
On the other side...
In a charming little English country-style courtyard in a corner of Godric's Hollow, a blond man in a stylish purple robe reclines on a luxurious chaise longue, holding a book and pen and writing something on it.
In fact, I am currently in my yard in Godric's Hollow, waiting for the little wizard Dumbledore mentioned who needs my help during the holidays.
Speaking of which, this courtyard was left by the shrew who vacationed with me back then. Not long ago, she left England to go to Austria to join her family. As the only man she ever loved in her long life, this vacation courtyard was naturally left to me.
Getting back to the main point, I still don't know who this young wizard Professor Dumbledore was referring to who needed help. Perhaps it's Harry Potter, the boy who miraculously survived; perhaps it's the heir to the Malfoy family; or maybe it's those popular red-haired twins...
In my opinion, these young wizards are all top-notch, which is why Dumbledore chose me, Gilderoy Lockhart, to help that young wizard with his plea for help this holiday.
Unfortunately, I still don't know who that... Oh, I've already seen him. You won't believe it, but I saw this boy's profile in the Daily Prophet. He's the main character who killed the troll and its master Quirrell, Cairnheath, riding a flying broomstick with a black trail of light. I can't imagine what kind of trouble this little wizard, who, according to Dumbledore and the Daily Prophet, possesses magical power unlike that of ordinary little wizards, would ask for my help—Giddleo Lockhart.
Lockhart closed the notebook after finishing the last stroke, and after thinking for a moment, he wrote a hasty title on the cover.
Join the Little Wizard's Holiday Trip—Dumbledore's Plea for Help. 1
After writing down the book title, he stuffed the entire notebook into his pocket and waved to Kane in the sky.
Meanwhile, in the sky, Kane, riding a broomstick and swooping down, looked at Lockhart. Hmm, although Dumbledore called him a good-for-nothing, he looked somewhat human. He wondered if he could handle taking him out to sea.
Alright, now it's time to slow down, drift, and stop this broom!
As he swerved and braked abruptly, a hurricane unlike anything ever seen in Godric Valley descended from the sky and landed on Lockhart's small yard, which he had just inherited from his late aunt.
boom!
As the dust settled, Kane emerged and stretched vigorously.
"You must be Gilderoy Lockhart?"
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