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Chapter 70 Why would someone boast about being able to throw a torch?
Chapter 70 Why would someone boast about being able to throw a torch?
"Death? What Death?"
Kane suddenly stopped talking and began to concentrate on his conversation with Maxwell.
"Of course, it's the Grim Reaper of this world, responsible for reaping lives, and in a tangible form. Let me think..."
"Perhaps it's because of... your resurrection amulet? That's the only reason."
Kane, who picked up his sandwich again and started eating, clicked his tongue: "The Grim Reaper is so stingy. Can't he learn from the Eternal Realm?"
"There's no way around it, that's just how a normal world is. So Kane, be careful, this Grim Reaper won't give up until he destroys your resurrection charm."
After Maxwell finished speaking, he disappeared again with a whoosh. Kane also gradually put those thoughts that he couldn't control into his brain's recycling bin and walked towards the Transfiguration classroom.
To avoid obstructing the young wizards' view of the blackboard, Kane and his friends deliberately sat at the back of the classroom. Professor McGonagall, who was in front, picked up the chalk and began writing on the blackboard without saying a word.
No matter what the subject of magic is, mastering it will inevitably become incredibly complex in the later stages; otherwise, young wizards wouldn't always have such dejected faces at the end of each semester.
After Kane spent half a class period understanding everything Professor McGonagall taught, he leaned against the wall and rubbed his head. The top hat and wreath weren't restoring his sanity fast enough, so he'd have to go to Professor Sprout's greenhouse that night.
Soon after class ended, they all rushed to the next classroom. They had been studying non-stop all day, and it wasn't until after dinner that they finally had a little time to rest.
"Oh, right Kane, we'll take you to that secret room on the fourth floor later, so you can familiarize yourself with the layout first," Harry said, eager to share anything interesting.
However, after he finished speaking, he saw Hermione pout, clearly racking her brains for a way to dissuade Harry from this unhealthy idea.
Seeing this, Harry quickly added, "You can ask Professor Dumbledore later. If you tell him that the Philosopher's Stone is being coveted, he will definitely believe you."
Once Hermione's expression softened, Kane readily agreed.
After all, although the Philosopher's Stone was with him, Voldemort was unaware of this and still thought it was hidden in that secret room.
So, I can scout out the secret room beforehand and make some preparations, so that I'll be safer when Voldemort attacks me and the Philosopher's Stone.
"But we'll have to wait a bit. I need to go to Professor Sprout's greenhouse later," Kane said in advance. After all, his sanity was too low right now, and if he didn't sleep and went out at night, he might get attacked by shadow monsters.
So, to avoid an avoidable accident, he should first go to the greenhouse and get some roasted cactus and green mushrooms to restore his sanity.
"Then you'd better go now, we'll go back and get the equipment we need."
"Okay, let's split up." Kane picked up a paper bag, packed a few pies on the long table, stuffed them into his pocket, and left the Great Hall, making his way through the winding corridors to the greenhouse.
I didn't see Professor Sprout in the auditorium just now; he's probably here tending to the plants now.
dong dong dong.
"Please come in."
Kane walked in and greeted Professor Sprout: "Hello, Professor, I have a favor to ask."
"As long as you're not here to steal mandrakes, darling, anything else is fine," Professor Sprout said with a smile.
"Don't worry, Professor, I definitely won't do it this time."
Professor Sprout listened to Kane's assurances and generally trusted him. Although the young wizard was a bit crazy and might not be mentally sound, he was good in every other aspect, whether it was his academic performance or his relationship with his classmates.
Otherwise, Neville wouldn't have helped him cover for stealing mandrakes.
Just as Professor Sprout was thinking this with such a kind expression, his expression suddenly froze.
"Kane, green mushrooms are poisonous," Professor Sprout warned.
"Thank you, Professor. I will cook it thoroughly before eating."
Sprout:
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Kane felt a pang of guilt at the thought that the poor green mushroom had ultimately failed to be rescued from the greenhouse.
Next time we come to the greenhouse, we must go at night so that Professor Sprout can't see us.
At least that's what Harry, Harry, and their friends saw when they found Kane with the Invisibility Cloak: Kane was sitting on the ground roasting a cactus, eating it as he roasted it, and muttering to himself, looking utterly absurd.
"Kane? Let's go." Harry walked over and patted Kane on the shoulder. Kane nodded, ate the last of the roasted cactus, extinguished the campfire, and then slipped into Harry's invisibility cloak.
Kane was stunned for a moment. Why didn't his head hurt anymore? Why wasn't his sanity dropping?
"Wait, Harry, let me do an experiment."
Kane said as he emerged from the invisibility cloak again. Ugh, headache, sanity plummeting. He went back into the invisibility cloak, and all those sensations from before vanished as if they were hallucinations.
"Harry, who gave you that invisibility cloak? Where did you buy it? I want to buy one too."
"I'm inside the invisibility cloak," Kane whispered.
"I don't know. That person said that the invisibility cloak originally belonged to my father and wasn't signed."
"Why don't you ask Dumbledore? You can ask him when you tell him about the Chamber of Secrets after you've seen it," Hermione, who was walking in front, reminded her.
"Don't worry, I will."
Soon, the four arrived at the secret room in the fourth-floor corridor and took off their invisibility cloaks.
"This is the door. There's a three-headed dog inside that almost chewed Filch up. The Philosopher's Stone should be in the trapdoor under that three-headed dog," Harry said, pointing to the dilapidated door in front of him.
"Ah, I need to check what's under that trapdoor again." Kane said, pushing open the door. To the horror of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, he pulled out his wand. The moment the light enveloped the three-headed dog, it instantly collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.
"Oh... even Snape got bitten on the leg by this dog, Kane, you're even better than Snape!" Ron said excitedly, trembling.
"Thank you for the compliment." Kane said, using a levitation spell to move the huge three-headed dog aside, revealing the trapdoor. After pulling the trapdoor open, it was dark below, and there was probably no ladder.
"Wait a moment." Kane quickly made a torch with his hands and threw it down, illuminating a not-too-high secret chamber. The chamber was covered with dense vines, which, as the torch burned above, looked like twisting snakes spreading outwards.
"That's not hard at all. Why would anyone boast about being able to throw torches?" Kane exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. He then jumped down, and Harry and Ron followed suit without hesitation.
Hermione sighed last: "If Professor McGonagall hadn't refused to believe us, oh my god."
Hermione steeled herself and jumped down too.
Beneath the trapdoor, after Harry, Harry, and the others had all climbed onto the stone platform and kept their distance from the plant tentacles, Kane squatted down beside the platform and gently touched the vines in front of him.
Is it necessary to prepare for your own safety by starting with the plant vines in this second stage?
"Kane? Why aren't you leaving?" Harry asked.
"What do you think would happen if this second challenge wasn't vines, but tentacles? Consider it a way to increase the difficulty for that guy you're talking about who's after the Philosopher's Stone." Kane stood up and turned around to speak. Just as he finished speaking, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly poured out like a puddle of water towards the tentacles behind him, which was the Devil's Web.
In an instant, the previously only slightly dangerous demonic net went completely mad. The vines of varying thickness instantly transformed into a grotesque, slimy, barbed fleshy tentacle. The small, enclosed chamber had become an abstract stomach capable of digesting all life.
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