harleyscars Chapter 110 Hiss—If only I had money...
Chapter 110 Hiss—If only I had money...
Chapter 110 Hiss—If only I had money...
However, unlike the other young wizards who were just looking at Kane with curiosity, Hermione put on a mask of pain and really didn't know what to say about Kane's current state.
Fine, are we not allowed to have our own special hobbies? We should just leave these trivial matters alone, as they don't endanger public safety or universal values.
Kane steeled himself, found the little pumpkin, stuffed his pioneer hat inside, and then blended in with the others like a normal person.
Then, as a bell rang, Professor Sprout entered the greenhouse and began teaching the young wizards how to grow any plant they needed, starting with preparing the soil.
Of course, as Professor Sprout's assistant, Kane had already learned most of these things in the occasional private lessons, so Kane was able to leave the classroom and do his own thing.
For example, give two Mandelas a giant potato plantation to be their household manager.
Kane first used magic to pull down the Mandragora floating on the dome, compared their sizes, and then put on his pioneering farming hat again and began to take out various kinds of fertilizers from the corner of the greenhouse and apply them to the soil.
However, there was a small downside to this. It wasn't directed at Kane himself, but rather at the hat on Kane's head. None of the young wizards in class focused their attention on the plant in Professor Sprout's hand.
This unusual sight prompted Professor Sprout to ask, "Kane, you've changed your hat again?"
Kane turned around somewhat awkwardly: "It's a tool that lets you see what plants need, emmm, maybe you could give it a try?"
Professor Sprout was determined to give something that sounded impressive a try.
Seeing this, Kane quickly took off his hat and handed it to Professor Sprout. The latter had just put the hat back on when his eyes, which had been drooping due to his age, suddenly widened.
"This! This is amazing!" Professor Sprout stared in astonishment at every plant in the greenhouse. "I dreamed of having such equipment in my first herbology class when I first enrolled. Of course, I initially conceived of a pair of glasses, but my herbology and alchemy professors rejected it, saying I was daydreaming, since humans aren't plants. But you..."
At this point, Professor Sprout realized it was still class time and quickly looked apologetically at the young wizards: "Of course, we're still in class. Kane, would you mind staying a little longer after class?"
"Hmm, of course not." Kane raised an eyebrow and went back to fertilize the potatoes.
Soon after class, Kane looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione with wistful eyes but didn't say anything. After all, even he himself didn't know why Professor Sprout had kept him here.
Soon, with the three of them gone, only Kane and Professor Sprout remained in the greenhouse, along with the two Mandela spirits floating in the dome.
"Is there something you need, Professor Sprout?" Kane asked Professor Sprout.
"Kane, would you be interested in publishing a paper about this pioneering agricultural hat?" Kane and Professor Sprout sat down on opposite sides of a table, on which sat the hat.
"A thesis?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "I don't think it'll work, because I don't even know the principles behind it myself."
Professor Sprout shook his head: "Don't worry, Kane. Papers in the magical world don't need principles. As long as others can make this thing using the materials you used, then the paper has value."
"Actually, I don't know if anyone else besides me can make this thing. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, no one else besides me has ever grown those two guys."
As Kane looked up, the two Mandela Spirits shrank back somewhat timidly, even though they didn't have necks.
"How will you know if you don't try? First, write a paper, of course, under your own name. Then I'll make one based on your paper. If I succeed, you can publish this paper in cutting-edge alchemy and herbal medicine journals, still under your own name."
After hearing Professor Sprout's suggestion, Kane instinctively shook his head to refuse. He had little motivation for promoting the progress of the magical world. Well, it wasn't that he had no motivation, but he really disliked wasting his time.
After all, even the Farmer Pioneer Hat himself needs to rely on the Alchemy Engine to make it. If he intends to publish a paper, wouldn't he need to write a paper on a scientific machine, a scientific Alchemy Engine, and a whole bunch of other miscellaneous things like electrical components?
Too much trouble.
However, Professor Sprout's words soon changed Kane's barren understanding.
"Once your paper is accepted, it means you have made a contribution to the advancement of the magical world. The highest reward is 200 Galleons, and the lowest reward is 50 Galleons... Of course, even if no one else can make this hat, we can still tell people about its function. You can become financially independent just by selling hats."
"Of course I know you're not interested in this, but at your age, you have the opportunity to be richer than many adults, so why not?"
Kane's head, which had been shaking, suddenly slowed down, then the horizontal shaking suddenly turned into a diagonal shaking, and finally slowly began to shake its head up and down, well, it was nodding.
Professor Sprout successfully got him started.
Who can resist the possibility of achieving financial freedom during their student years?
Moreover, Professor Sprout is absolutely right. Even if no one can make the hat, it's just that the alchemy paper won't be accepted, and he can still make money by selling the hat.
Kane quickly began writing on the parchment. Since Professor Sprout said that the principles were not needed, Kane wrote very briefly. As for why, a compost bin, a few seeds, and a strange electronic component could be combined to make a farming hat for oxen, that was not something Kane needed to worry about.
Soon, Professor Sprout glanced at the paper. Actually, calling it a paper was more like a manufacturing instruction manual. She didn't quite understand what electronic components were, but... whatever, she had just gone to Snape's office to get a slide of a camera lens, which should also be considered an electronic component.
I also took a compost bin from the corner of the greenhouse.
Then Professor Sprout began to carefully assemble the seed, just like building Lego, following Kane's instructions—no, his thesis. Finally, he used magic to make the seed grow little by little, until the seed, like Kane's original farming hat, had thick roots that penetrated the compost bin and wrapped around the lens, turning it into the shape of a monocle.
Then a little seedling, just like Slow Sheep, popped up on top of the bucket.
It at least looks similar to Kane's official farming hat.
As Professor Sprout put it on her head, her eyes widened for a moment, then quickly lowered again.
"How is it, Professor?" Kane asked quickly upon seeing Professor Sprout's expression.
"Half the battle is won. This hat is useful, but it still can't compare to your original one." Professor Sprout said, handing it to Kane to try on. Kane put it on and nodded silently.
It's definitely not as good as my own authentic hat. The hat's functions are very limited, almost pitifully limited. It can only show whether the plant is growing vigorously or withering.
As for whether the listlessness was due to a bad mood, lack of fertilizer, or other reasons, none of them were found.
"...At least this proves that your hat can be made, can be published in Advanced Alchemy, and with the paper in hand, you can sell your genuine hats more smoothly." Professor Sprout, seeing Kane's expressionless face, thought he was secretly disappointed, and quickly wrote down the address of the editorial office of the Journal of Advanced Alchemy and Herbalism on the back of the paper.
"You'd better revise this paper more thoroughly, fix the typos and errors, and then publish it. Although editors aren't that picky about papers that are informative, who would refuse to go a step further if it's done a little better?"
After Professor Sprout finished speaking, he picked up the original hat that Kane had made: "If you don't mind, could I borrow this hat for a while? I want to go and slap my Herbalism professor and Alchemy professor in the face, and while I'm at it, I'll also help you get your GG."
"My honor, Professor." Kane picked up the parchment from the desk, stuffed it into his pocket, left the greenhouse, and headed straight for the owl shed. In the owl shed, he spent less than two minutes copying the paper again and sent it to the two editorial offices.
Now all that's left is to happily wait for the Galleons to arrive in my account.
Back in the Gryffindor common room, one of the second-year students, a big mouth, spread the news that Kane was wearing a compost bin on his head to class, even though they all kept their distance from Kane's outfit.
But putting a compost bin on your head is too strange; I have to take a look.
Then, when they saw Kane walking into the lounge with nothing on his head except for his hair, they sighed with a mixture of helplessness and disappointment.
Meanwhile, Harry, Harry, and their two friends, who were quietly playing chess and reading in the corner, also saw Kane and his enigmatic smile that he couldn't quite manage.
"What good thing happened to you this time?" Hermione asked curiously.
"It's nothing major, I just finished writing two papers," Kane said casually, sitting on the sofa.
"Um..." Hermione slowly rolled her eyes: "But we write that stuff every day. I just wrote a 16-foot-long paper."
"It's different. My paper is less than two hundred words long, but it was submitted to two academic journals: Advanced Alchemy and Herbalism."
Kane's lips inevitably twisted into a "w" shape as he couldn't help but boast.
Hermione:
She knew that coming back from the library to rest now was a mistake... she should have waited until curfew to come back.
No, no, no, Kane goes out at night without cover every now and then. Maybe he's immersing himself in knowledge in the library, which is why he's become so outstanding.
I went to the library so that I could solve those rigid problems in the textbook more quickly and effectively.
This is fundamentally flawed; how can someone like me contribute to the magical world? Although the magical world doesn't offer any reason for me to contribute.
Thinking of this, Hermione stood up quietly and looked at Harry: "Harry, could you lend me your Invisibility Cloak?"
Harry nodded and pulled Kane over to sit on the chessboard in his place: "Help me play for a bit."
Then he went back to his dorm to get Hermione's invisibility cloak.
Hermione quickly folded the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it into her pocket. She had decided that she might be able to stay in the library all day, and if conditions allowed, she might even be able to take a stroll through the restricted section.
"By the way, Kane, are you going to the library tonight? We can go together." Before leaving, Hermione was planning to bring along a friend to learn together.
"Ah, I won't." Kane shook his head.
"So you sleep in your dorm?" Hermione asked, then suddenly realized how silly she was. What else could it be but sleeping?
Then Kane shook his head again: "No, tonight we're going to Dumbledore's place. What was it again? 'Disarm you and a throat-lock.'"
Hermione: "6"
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After Kane finished speaking, he realized that Hermione might be interested in this kind of private tutoring. Moreover, she had met Lockhart before, and if the two of them chatted for a while, Hermione would probably be happy to keep Lockhart's secret... Well, actually, this idea wasn't particularly reliable, but between Lockhart, a new friend he had just met, and Hermione, an old friend of more than a year, Hermione was definitely more important.
So if Lockhart really has any objections to this...
She had acted out so many scenes for Lockhart's persona, causing so much trouble for so many people, and giving him all sorts of despicable ideas. If she just apologized to Lockhart properly, he should forgive her, right?
"So, do you want to come with me?" Kane tentatively invited.
"certainly!"
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