Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 140 Should I write my will first or leave my last words?

Chapter 140 Should I write my will first or leave my last words?

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Although Dumbledore's office door is never locked, it's just out of politeness.

As Dumbledore said, "Please come in," Kane pushed open the door and went in: "Dumbledore, I think you need to see this little fellow."

As he spoke, he brought in Dobby, who was completely entangled in shadow. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the sight: "Ah, I don't recall Hogwarts having such a house-elf."

"What you're saying is a bit redundant," Kane said quietly. "This house-elf seems to know a lot of things, the basilisk, the notebook, so I think that even if the person behind him isn't the one who started the basilisk and the Slytherin succession this semester, he's still connected to that notebook."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the two people in the office simultaneously fell on Dobby, who said pitifully, "Dobby can't say."

"Yes, house-elves do have a responsibility to keep their master's secrets, but I think you can let him go now."

Dumbledore nodded gently to Kane, his entire face radiating gentleness, for he feared that even the slightest change in his expression might cause Kane to pull some extraordinary stunt.

After all, just a moment ago, Dumbledore had used Legilimency to read Dobby's memories and learned that Dobby had attacked Harry twice in just one day.

If Kane hadn't forcibly added a Shadow Armor to the flying broomstick the first time, honestly, without Voldemort or the fateful duel, Harry's life would have been taken by Dobby directly.

In addition, there was the second poisoning attempt. Well, this time the poisoning was quite sophisticated. Although it was frightening, it didn't pose any particular threat to Harry.

Fortunately, Kane was rational and clear-headed. Someone else who was impulsive and easily swayed would probably have been finely chopped into mincemeat the moment Dobby revealed the horrific things he had done.

Why would I even have the right to bring it to my office?

Now, the journey to the West is just one step away from completion. If, because of his facial expression, the house-elf Gaba, who was about to escape, were to die here, he would be in danger.

Putting aside the fact that it's difficult to clean and unlucky, this is still a sin. Although Kane's soul can't be called clean and pure, it's definitely not dirty either. In the end, although this kid beats people, robs, bullies students, and bullies professors, he is still a good kid at heart.

I'm much more peaceful than those extreme little wizards I've encountered in my long life; cleanliness is always better.

Kane ultimately lived up to Dumbledore's expectations. He shrugged, and a shadow slowly flowed down Dobby's body: "I don't want to see you again, nor do I want to see your bizarre thought process."

Dobby instinctively wanted to thank Shadow after being spared, but when it remembered Kane's words, "You even called him 'Mr. Wizard' to save your life?"—words that even someone deliberately picking a fight might not say—it decided to run away as fast as possible.

In short, protect Harry Potter.

After saying that, Dobby snapped his fingers quickly, and the entire sprite slowly disappeared.

How could he say such a thing?

Kane raised an eyebrow, looking at the spot where Dobby had stood before disappearing, then turned to Dumbledore: "You let it go so easily, did you use your memory-reading magic?"

"Of course, why would they go to the trouble of using truth serum or torture to extract confessions if they could read memories without making a sound? Unless what they really need isn't the truth, but to see the pitiful expressions of the weak, which, if I may be so bold, is psychopathic." Dumbledore said, picking up a piece of parchment from the table and writing a passage on it.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask?"

Dumbledore looked at Kane, who wanted to leave right now, and suddenly spoke up.

"What do you want to ask?"

"What memories did I access?"

Kane shook his head: "I don't have any extra curiosity, and my intuition tells me that your words clearly indicate there's some kind of low-paying, long-distance job waiting for me."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "You're right. The owls are all asleep now, so I think you, the sleepless night owl, are more suitable than having a sleeping night owl deliver our message."

Kane:

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"Well, actually, it's you who flies very fast." Dumbledore frankly pulled a small, exquisite compass from under his desk, turned it a few times, and handed it to Kane along with the envelope: "This is the direction to Malfoy Manor. Once you get there, invite Lucius Malfoy over, I mean invite him over."

"Why emphasize 'please' in particular?" Kane frowned, somewhat puzzled as to what kind of image he held in Dumbledore's mind.

"Because Lucius... he has the talent, but he's been busy managing the family these past few years and has neglected magic, so I think you can subdue him, and in a very unseemly way." Dumbledore seemed to remember something after saying that, and hurriedly reminded him, "Of course, in a more respectable way."

"Alright, let's be dignified. After all, I'm a part of Hogwarts, so I'll do my part." Kane sighed, took his mantis shrimp out of the little pumpkin's mouth, and Shadow pushed open the ornate mosaic window behind Dumbledore's desk, then flew straight out with a whoosh.

"This is not good." Dumbledore looked at the window shattered by Kane's flying broomstick, and waved his wand helplessly to repair it.

Soon, an uninvited guest arrived at Malfoy Manor, nestled in a picturesque valley plain.

Kane slowly landed on his flying broomstick, and gasped in amazement at the magnificent manor and the castle, which was brightly lit even in the middle of the night.

So these are the Celestial Dragons of the magical world? Their lives look amazing.

With that thought in mind, Kane walked to the gate. The door knockers of these large manor gates should all be magical. As long as he knocked on the door knocker, the people inside, or that house-elf named Dobby, would know that he had come.

Of course, if Dobby pretends not to hear...

The awkward situation Kane had anticipated did not occur. Almost as soon as he knocked on the door knocker, less than three seconds later, the manor gate slowly opened, and a stone path leading directly to the castle lit up.

"To be honest, it's quite impressive," Kane remarked as he walked straight toward the castle. As he reached the castle gate, he was about to push it open when the gate opened by itself.

Then a figure I had seen before, or even felt somewhat familiar with, appeared before me.

"Professor Dumbledore must have something quite important to discuss with you at this late hour, right?" Lucius Malfoy said slowly.

"In fact, I'm just a high-ranking owl who delivers messages..." Kane said, handing Lucius Malfoy the letter Dumbledore had written from his pocket.

After receiving the letter, the latter did not rush to open it, but instead led Kane into the reception room and had Dobby serve Kane some snacks first.

Just as Kane was contemplating whether to have a snack or a milk tea first, Lucius had already seen the contents of the letter.

Should I write a will first, or leave my last words directly?