Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 72 Maxwell's Gate

Chapter 72 Maxwell's Gate

"You want to know?" Kane said, taking the Rebirth Amulet off his collar and handing it to Dumbledore. "I don't know if you can use it, but if you can, you'll know once you put it on."

Dumbledore didn't even touch it; he simply waved his wand and the Rebirth Amulet flew back to Kane's neck.

"Don't do that, Kane. You're scaring me."

"You? Afraid?" Kane frowned, somewhat confused about what Dumbledore meant.

"If this thing really works for me, then it means it might work for others too. You know, a powerful and intelligent wizard like me can't always have a smooth life. Maybe I also have people I want to resurrect?"

Dumbledore smiled wryly and said, "So to avoid me doing something I might regret, it's best to stop it at the source, for example, by refusing to touch your necklace."

"You really are... great." Kane raised an eyebrow. It's worth mentioning that Dumbledore was the most lucid person he had ever met, bar none.

Dumbledore nodded. "So, it's best if you don't flaunt anything that could attract Death's attention. I'm begging you. Is there anything else?"

"I'm planning to go to that stage you set up for Harry. Well, I'm doing some preparation beforehand. After all, I'm not good at putting my life in someone else's hands. I'm just letting you know," Kane said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course."

After Kane left the headmaster's office, a portrait behind Dumbledore made a clicking sound.

"Poor Dumbledore, perhaps you could talk to that little wizard. The Philosopher's Stone only prolongs life and doesn't attract the Grim Reaper's attention, but the necklace could... Perhaps you could be a little selfish; it's nothing compared to the contribution you've made."

"I'm not like you, Phineas." Dumbledore had barely finished speaking when another headmaster hanging on the wall took over Dumbledore's mouth.

"Yes, after all, Dumbledore isn't as shameless as you."

"hehe!"

Kane, having left the principal's office, glanced at the timetable: History of Magic...

I'm skipping! Anyway, Professor Binns of History of Magic never calls roll, and besides, I'm only skipping one class, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Soon, he easily found his way to the secret room on the fourth floor. After hypnotizing the three-headed dog, he controlled its tentacles to twist into steps, and then he began to overcome all obstacles.

These levels, designed by Dumbledore or someone else, may not be very difficult, but they are all quite rigorous. Kane searched around but couldn't find any options to skip class. However, in the end, they are not very difficult. As long as you are careful, you can always make it to the end.

As Kane walked into the final secret chamber, he saw the Mirror of Eris once again, its magnificent door's eye staring curiously at him.

"What's your plan?" Maxwell suddenly appeared behind Kane, and together they stared at the Mirror of Erised.

"Old Mike, what did you see?" Kane asked before answering.

"Well... those days when I did magic tricks with Charlie." Maxwell sighed helplessly as he said this.

"Do you know how to make a Maxwell's Gate? Since Mr. Tom wants my magic, perhaps I can send him to the Eternal Realm for further training."

Maxwell sat down at a table not far away. "Maxwell's Gate can't pull souls into the Eternal Realm." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Kane's hesitant expression and explained in advance, "Abigail is a special case. She was attached to her sister's flower, so she was taken into the Eternal Realm."

"Mr. Tom should be able to do it too. His soul should be attached to Quirrell now, otherwise how could the personality switch be so smooth? I didn't even feel any magical fluctuations." Kane said, looking at Maxwell: "Give me the blueprints."

"Okay, I'll hide this door for you over there. You don't want Charlie to find it."

"Oh, speaking of Charlie, how is she now? Are you still stuck in a stalemate, each relying on your own power and neither wanting to let go?" Kane chimed in.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare." Maxwell said and disappeared, while Kane's head was instantly filled with a bunch of absurd knowledge. He rubbed his head and said casually, "This method of imparting knowledge is not bad. I should really thank you. I have to say you are much more humane than before."

"However, this kind of knowledge, which is similar to a cat and a piece of buttered bread sticking together to create a perpetual motion machine, my god, the realm of eternity is even crazier than I thought." Kane rubbed his head and added after saying that.

Meanwhile, in the magic history classroom on the other side.

Because of the teaching duties of the Hogwarts professors, each professor is required to audit another professor's class once per semester. For convenience, the professors have unanimously reserved this task for the History of Magic class at the end of the semester.

Take Professor McGonagall, for example, today.

"Hmm, Mr. Weasley, you're right. Perhaps when I see Mr. Heath later I should take him to St. Mungo's Hospital, since, according to you, Mr. Heath has been in the toilet for fifty-five minutes." Sitting at the back, Professor McGonagall, like the young wizard, ignored Professor Binns on the podium and was talking quietly with Ron.

"Ah, perhaps she just fainted from low blood sugar in that secluded corner. Anyway, there's no need for you to help, Professor," Harry said, unable to hide his embarrassment.

"Are you two planning to accompany him to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

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Late at night, Kane, who had unknowingly missed more than one class, scavenged all sorts of junk throughout Hogwarts and finally assembled Maxwell's Gate like a Lego set. He returned to his dormitory feeling completely exhausted.

He had only one thought in mind: to get some sleep as soon as possible. He really felt that dealing with the Maxwell Gate was more agonizing than being constantly watched by Death.

As soon as he stepped into the Gryffindor common room, he felt a series of gazes fixed on him.

He was all too familiar with this feeling; the last person to receive this treatment was Hermione, who had been losing little pearls every now and then ever since.

So now it's my turn? Just because I wear unusual clothes every day? Is it really that big of a deal?

However, despite having so many ulterior motives in his mind, Kane was already starting to get restless.

The Gryffindor wizards, who had only intended to watch the spectacle, quickly realized what was happening when Kane suddenly grabbed his wand.

These young wizards are all incredibly fierce and unreasonable; they could actually hurt people over something as trivial as "What are you looking at?"

In an instant, more than half of the people in the lounge were gone, with only a few senior wizards who were on good terms with Kane and who were very confident in themselves remaining there.

"Alright... ha~ now tell me what happened." Kane said wearily after yawning.

Harry pursed his lips, considered his words carefully, and then slowly began to speak: "In short, Professor McGonagall found out that you missed two History of Magic classes and one Flying class. She now wants you to report to her office, saying that you're going to be put in solitary confinement... for just one day."

The little wizard, who had been scavenging and piecing together Maxwell's Door from morning till night, finally finished it and just wanted to sleep, gently shattered it.