Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 146, Third Update: [The True Use of the Shadow Codex?] [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Chapter 146, Third Update: [The True Use of the Shadow Codex?] [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

While Harry, Ron, and Hermione were waiting for the Polyjuice Potion to take effect in that cramped and pitiful bathroom, Kane was sitting on the sofa next to the fireplace in the lounge, thoroughly enjoying disciplining Tom.

When the three of them finally returned, Kane, as if he had expected it, put Tom away: "How was it? Was it Malfoy?"

"No, we didn't just ask Malfoy. We asked most of the Slytherin students, even the first-year students and some upperclassmen we subtly inquired about," Harry said in a low voice after glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

"We even feel that the Slytherin heir isn't actually in Slytherin. Do you think if Gryffindor had a Gryffindor heir, would he be able to keep quiet about it?" Ron had barely finished speaking when Kane and Hermione both shook their heads.

Clearly, while Ron's example wasn't entirely accurate, it was just as he said.

If a Gryffindor heir were to commit murders outside the common room, even if that person kept their mouth shut, the Gryffindors would still have some suspicions.

Unlike those in Slytherin, who had absolutely no idea whatsoever.

"Ah, that's normal. After all, no one stipulates that the Slytherin heir must be from Slytherin House."

After Kane finished speaking, he heard a commotion outside the door, which sounded like first-year students returning from class.

These first-graders are the worst. They'll definitely try to take advantage of me if they see a cat like me here. I'd better run away as soon as possible.

And most importantly, Tom's notebook is now in his own hands, and who was Tom's previous owner?

Ginny.

Obviously, it would be better for me to leave as soon as possible, otherwise what kind of situation would arise?

Ginny and Tom were childhood sweethearts, but then this cuckold suddenly appeared, and even hiding Tom's notebook was no use!

That behavior is similar to the victim reporting to their boss while their girlfriend is secretly playing a Switch under the boss's desk... as abstract as that.

Clearly, Kane has a bit of a phobia of this kind of thing, so it's best to make a quick getaway.

Hermione, seeing Kane leave, decisively shifted a step towards the fireplace, and then she suddenly realized a cruel problem.

Kane is shedding his feathers now!

Back in his dorm room, Kane ignored the commotion outside and picked up a pen to scribble meaningless lines in Tom's notebook.

"Tell me, who is your favorite master?"

Please show me some respect; I am not your slave.

"But you're a book! Isn't it normal for a book to have an owner?"

But my essence is a memory, Tom Riddle's memory. I am my own master, not anyone else's.

"Ah, yes, yes, your master stripped you into this book without caring about the countless years of loneliness you'll endure inside. Just lick it."

Kane was now completely absorbed in his enjoyment; it could be said that his recent good mood was all related to the book of Tom in his hands.

After all, who could resist the chance to bother Tom when they had nothing better to do?

This is really difficult.

Unlike Kane, who harasses Tom at fixed times every day and occasionally uses passive-aggressive tactics, Tom is not happy at all.

This young wizard is different from the previous two, as is that large, useless professor.

One of the things those three had in common was that they all had an indescribable respect for him, their senior Tom. Ginny and Lockhart's mental defenses were still somewhat weak, and they could occasionally absorb some life force and mental power on their own.

When they are exhausted, you can still control them, like piloting a mecha, to walk around Hogwarts. Occasionally, you can even control the basilisk to petrify a few young wizards and spread fear for fun.

Ginny, who was his closest friend, had even tacitly accepted that he could control her body to wander around Hogwarts while she slept.

As for Lockhart... because his mental barrier was so weak that he didn't even need Lockhart's tacit approval, he could just force him.

The last little wizard, Luna, although her mental strength was as steady as a mountain and she was no match for him, was full of respect for him. She just often asked him strange questions, satisfying his teaching addiction.

Until one dark and stormy night, a young wizard named Kane snatched him from Ginny's hands and began to subject him to inhumane mental bullying.

Although he had planned to kill Kane while he was controlling Lockhart, he considered himself a good person and that he was doing it for Kane's own good!

Why can't killing Kane be for Kane's own good? Of course, it's because his true form, the great Voldemort, is currently entrenched in power somewhere in the wizarding world, ready to storm Hogwarts as soon as the time is right.

So this little wizard named Kane thwarted his own great opportunity last semester, and he'll definitely be beaten to his knees and used as a test subject for the power of the Cruciatus Curse!

What's wrong with letting this little wizard die a quick and painless death ahead of time?

As a result, this little wizard is now behaving in an unusually inhuman way. It's as if he knows about all his misdeeds. Every day, he finds new ways to humiliate, shame, and bully him. He even wants him to call him master!

"You're talking nonsense! Apart from me, have you ever seen a spellbook in the entire magical world that is more powerful than mine?"

This last sentence was supposed to be Mr. Tom's true feelings, but perhaps because he was too agitated and couldn't control himself, it appeared directly on the page, allowing Kane to see it clearly.

Kane, however, raised an eyebrow. Wrong! Tom was indeed wrong. He immediately wrote something down as well.

"In front of my magic book, you are at best a cup."

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"What I mean is, I want to be able to pour water in whenever I want, and pour the water out whenever I want!"

You're talking nonsense!

Kane clicked his tongue as he watched Tom break down, then pulled the Shadow Codex from his shadow. In his mind, Tom was already dead; he was only alive now because his time hadn't come yet. Letting him see the Shadow Codex wasn't a big deal. Besides, the Shadow Codex wasn't some kind of secret that could be hidden from the light of day.

"You just wait, I'll show you what's what!"

After Kane finished writing this on Tom's body, he immediately spread out the Shadow Codex and placed the entire book face down on Tom's notebook.

Then, the shadows within the Shadow Codex were controlled to move in and out of Tom's notebook repeatedly. The incredibly pure and mysterious shadows circled Tom's body before being pulled out again, tempting him without letting Tom touch them even a little bit.

Kane simply attached the Shadow Codex to Tom's notebook and left to eat. When he returned, he picked up the codex and examined Tom's notebook. Hmm, it wasn't stupid, and not only that, it could even talk to him.

Just as Kane was raising an eyebrow, wondering what kind of ivory Tom could spew from his dog mouth...? Well, this dog mouth really did spew ivory?

There was a sentence written in Tom's notebook.

[You have a great talent for trading, but unfortunately you lack ambition for becoming stronger and are too lazy to put in the effort to research it. I, on the other hand, am different. In the half hour you left me here, I've already experienced the true usefulness of your book!]

Kane raised an eyebrow, silently muttering, "The true use of the Shadow Codex?"

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