Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 6 I like this campfire

Kane didn't notice Hagrid appearing behind him, and continued to walk slowly towards the castle, carrying the firewood he had painstakingly chopped.

Suddenly he felt a lightness in his hand. He looked up and saw a large, nearly three-meter-tall man who looked very honest and kind easily lifting up the firewood for him.

"Hogwarts hasn't started yet, how did you get here?" Hagrid asked as he took the firewood from Kane's arms.

"I was brought back by Professor Dumbledore. He doesn't allow me to use magic outside, but I can't survive without it, so I was brought here." Kane readily opened up.

The wizards I've encountered in this world—Dumbledore, Kingsley, and this three-meter-tall behemoth—all seem to be quite kind.

Does this wizard seem different from the stereotypical image of one? Could it be that after escaping from the Eternal Realm, everything looks like a starting village to me?

Hagrid pondered for a moment: "You are... I mean you don't have parents... no, your guardian... okay, you just need to know that I mean no harm, you're just too clumsy with words. My name is Hagrid, and I'm the game keeper at Hogwarts."

"Kaneheath, I am indeed an orphan, there's nothing to hide." Kane looked up at Hagrid, who was almost suffocating from talking, and quickly comforted him.

After all, if such a big guy really fainted from lack of oxygen here, even with Shadow and himself, they might not be able to drag him back to the castle.

"Anyway, I'm sorry Kane... why are you chopping this firewood?" Hagrid began to change the subject.

"To make a campfire. It's a pity I couldn't find a suitable stone." Kane said, looking at Hagrid with his dull eyes and thick dark circles. His intuition told him that this man definitely had a solution.

Sure enough, Hagrid patted his chest and said, "That's easy. I'll take you to the Black Lake later. There are lots of rocks there, and you can make a campfire next to my house. I used to like making campfires and roasting potatoes or sausages when I was in school."

Hagrid beckoned Kane toward his hut. Although it was called a hut, it could fit Hagrid, a three-meter-tall man, and looked quite imposing at first glance, even though the overall style was like... a mountain village warehouse.

"Professor Dumbledore's benefits for Hogwarts staff are a bit... stingy," Kane commented modestly.

"Strictly speaking, I was rescued from Azkaban by Dumbledore and brought here. I'm already very satisfied with a place like this, and it's not that I'm being wronged. In the castle office, I would bump my head if I straightened up even slightly." Hagrid put the firewood in the yard, trying to make amends for Dumbledore.

This is the second time Kane has heard of Azkaban today.

"So what exactly is this place, Azkaban?"

Hagrid instantly switched to a serious expression: "It's a wizarding prison, inside..."

"Alright, no need to say anything more." Kane waved his hand. "It seems we're in similar situations. I was also rescued from Azkaban by Dumbledore."

Kane could recall Kingsley's incredibly catchy phrase "Azkaban" whenever he thought of him, even though he figured it was probably just to scare him, a little kid. But that didn't stop him from getting close to Haigra in this way.

Sure enough, Hagrid looked surprised and angry when he heard Kane say this: "Azkaban? How could someone so young be sent to Azkaban? Those Ministry of Magic bastards are getting more and more outrageous!"

"Who says otherwise? Um, Hagrid, shall we still collect stones?"

Hagrid said "Oh," quickly stuffed Tooth into the doghouse, and then led Kane toward the nearby Black Lake.

Besides the rocks used for making campfires, there were more pebbles, agate, plant fossils, and some jade on the shore of Black Lake. However, he didn't need any of them now, so he just picked up a few rocks and returned to Hagrid's hut.

Of course, Hagrid helped too, and he was very... honest. He used his leather coat to carry a huge amount of rocks that could have crushed Kane, and when he piled them up outside Hagrid's yard, they looked like a small grave.

Kane quickly began making a campfire, injecting shadow into the firewood beforehand. Igniting the firewood to dispel the shadow was definitely more comfortable than burning his own shadow.

If he succeeds, he can not only get a good night's sleep, but he might also be able to kill a few shadow monsters to strengthen himself and get rid of his dark circles.

Hagrid, watching Kane enthusiastically making a campfire, also took out a brand-new flint and steel from the hut. He felt that using flint and steel to start a fire was more ceremonial than using magic.

However, the moment he took out the flint and steel, he saw a dark shadow appear in Kane's hand and then attach itself directly to the campfire that had been set up.

In an instant, the campfire, which was originally ordinary and even should have been somewhat warm, suddenly appeared strange and absurd in Hagrid's eyes, even though it looked completely unchanged from the outside.

"Kane? You... what kind of magic is that?" Hagrid swallowed hard. He wasn't particularly skilled in magic, but he could still tell that the eerie shadow was definitely not some kind of orthodox magic.

"Shadow, it's innate. That's why I was found by Hogwarts and almost got thrown into Azkaban," Kane said casually, then waved his hand lightly, and the campfire instantly burst into flames.

A feeling even warmer than warmth enveloped him, and this rare warm anchor in the realm of eternity allowed his long-tense nerves to relax slightly.

Hagrid was initially a little apprehensive about Kane, a natural master of dark magic, but after seeing that Kane simply used dark magic to create a special campfire that was different from ordinary campfires, and then sat there quietly in a daze, he suddenly felt that his ability to judge people with magic had become even more superb.

In short... I really deserve to die.

Seeing this, Hagrid slowly sat down on the ground. After noticing that the flames in the campfire had shrunk a bit, he picked up a piece of firewood and threw it in. However, strangely, the firewood did not change at all after being thrown into the fire, as if what he threw in was not wood, but asbestos tile that could not be lit at all.

"This is..." Hagrid looked at the piece of wood in the fire, which seemed not to exist in this texture, with some surprise.

"I need a little bit of mystical power." Kane attached a shadow to the piece of firewood, and soon the flames in the campfire burned even brighter.

Hagrid stared longingly at Kane, pointing to the pile of firewood not far away.

"No, don't use it too much, it'll make you lose sanity," Kane immediately refused.

"Losing sanity?" Hagrid heard a new term.

"You could say your brain is exhausted, and some monsters will try to kill you," Kane casually explained.

Hagrid scratched his head... Well, the little wizard's imagination is always so rich.

Kane could tell from Hagrid's embarrassed expression that he didn't believe him, but he wasn't interested in explaining any further.

Soon, the bells of Hogwarts Castle rang, and Hagrid stood up and helped Kane to his feet.

"Looks like it's lunchtime. Let's hurry over. If you can get to know Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape before you arrive at Hogwarts, I guarantee your first year will be a great success..."

Hagrid's expression turned somewhat strange after he finished speaking: "Actually, it's okay if Professor Snape isn't familiar with him."