Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

In Chapter 13, I didn't say anything, but had Harry book the entire Diagon Alley for me.

"What are these?" Ollivander's gaze was instantly drawn to these two things that looked anything but ordinary.

"Living wood and nightmare fuel, that's what I call him."

Ollivander cautiously touched the living wood, and immediately exclaimed, "This thing is alive! What if it dies while I'm making it into a wand?"

"It only looks alive because it's been tainted with some magic. Anyway, don't worry, just don't burn it. But if you can, please gag it. It won't talk and it'll just make too much noise." Kane placed the two items on the counter and then acted like a hands-off manager, not even glancing at them, focusing on talking to Ollivander.

"Okay, okay, any other requests?" Ollivander continued to ask.

"Hmm...it should look nice, and it would be best if it also had some other features."

"No problem." Ollivander readily agreed, and then came the issue of the price: "The wands in the shop, regardless of the material, cost seven Galleons, but since you're providing the materials for this wand, how about four Galleons?"

After Ollivander finished speaking, he waited for Kane to haggle. It was a deal, a deal. In fact, he made wands purely out of addiction. Kane even gave him two new materials he had never seen before. So, it's not like he made the wand for free.

Paying out of pocket is acceptable.

However, the expected counter-offer didn't materialize. Kane casually replied, "Put it on Dumbledore's tab..."

"I have money here." Harry not only spoke faster than Kane, but also moved faster than Hagrid, who was taking out money behind him, and generously placed four Galleons on the counter.

Kane promptly changed his mind: "Then put it on Harry's tab."

Ron watched this scene in shock. Could this game of friendship really be played like this?

"Hmm, if all goes well, you'll see your own wand this afternoon." Ollivander didn't look closely at the four Garon, but instead quickly picked up the living wood and nightmare fuel as if afraid someone would steal them, and went into the workshop.

Kane and his companions left Ollivander's wand shop, and then came the usual cauldrons, robes, and so on, which Kane naturally let Harry pay for.

But while buying books, he suddenly thought of something and looked at Hagrid: "If there are other young wizards like me who are orphans with no money and no one to help them pay the bill, how are they supposed to buy things?"

"If a young wizard is truly penniless and in dire straits, Hogwarts will allocate a sum of money as a scholarship for them. Of course, you are not penniless..." Hagrid looked at Kane, whose robes were embroidered with gold thread, and gave him a relieved smile.

This is the most luxurious dress in Madam Malkin's shop. It's warm in winter and cool in summer, changes color, can change size on its own, can repair itself, doesn't get dirty, and even comes with two pockets with seamless stretch charms. Harry couldn't bear to buy this dress, but Kane has a sharp eye and spotted it at a glance.

However, Hagrid and Ron didn't say anything about any of this.

After all, Kane's ability to do this was already quite remarkable. In any case, Hagrid and Ron, when they thought about having a friend buy them such an outfit, would find it hard not to suspect that the friend was about to trick them into something or ask them for some very difficult request.

For example, having the two of them split into seven groups to kill Voldemort.

Kane happily accepted it, and so did Harry. It's hard not to admire this feeling that "my money is your money."

With such a good brother, what more could I ask for? Forget Voldemort, I'd follow you even if you wanted to kill Dumbledore!

"I feel like I've lost a lot," Kane said with a hint of resentment as he suddenly stopped picking out books.

"In fact, the stipend at Hogwarts isn't as generous as the one Harry gave you. You'll probably only be able to buy a multi-handed cauldron, a patchwork robe, and search for textbooks in the used book section. The only thing you'll be brand new about is your wand," Hagrid explained.

Ron, who had multiple hands all over his body, and even his wand was secondhand, suddenly felt that he was economically inferior to an orphan.

"Then forget it." Kane casually put the few new books he was holding back on the bookshelf and walked towards the used book section in the corner.

Ron, looking at this scene with some confusion, leaned closer to Harry: "What's wrong with Kane? Is he feeling a little embarrassed about spending your money?"

Harry shook his head; Ron still didn't understand Kane enough.

As Harry suspected, Kane bought old books simply because he was too lazy to take notes himself, so he bought them to copy the wisdom of his predecessors.

Hagrid watched the three men slowly selecting books and then slowly left the bookstore, intending to give Kane and Harry a little surprise.

As for why Ron wasn't included, Kane and Harry are orphans, so it's normal for him, as an elder, to buy them gifts. But Ron has both parents, so it's normal for him, an outsider, to buy him a gift.

That wasn't buying Ron a gift; it was slapping the Weasleys in the face.

Although Hagrid didn't consider himself particularly clever, he still possessed a certain level of social skills.

In the bookstore, Ron looked at the robe that looked like it could buy his own humble abode, but in the end, he didn't go down the path of no return where he had to rely on his friends to pay for his clothes.

Although Harry had said early on that he would pay for everything, Ron personally selected and bargained for all the things he needed, and even used the extra copper knuckles to treat Kane and Harry to ice cream.

"Seriously, how did Hagrid disappear so quickly?"

Harry said while eating his ice cream.

"He's probably off on business. Anyway, Diagon Alley isn't that big, he'll find us easily when he's looking for us," Ron replied casually. Suddenly, his expression changed; it wasn't the expression of someone eating ice cream, but more like the expression of Akaishi.

Kane was surprised to see Ron's expression: "Did you see someone you don't want to see?"

Ron said with some helplessness, "It's really not something I want to see. That evil Malfoy brat is like a fly; he'll come buzzing around as soon as he touches you."

Ron's words seemed to have a magical power; a loud, clear voice suddenly came from behind Kane: "Oh dear, isn't this a disgrace to purebloods, Mr. Ron Weasley, the youngest son of the Weasley family? What, you found two bronze knuckles under your floorboards last night, so you have money to eat cheap ice cream with your friends?"

As Kane spoke, he sensed a young wizard standing behind him and Harry, as if studying whose shoulder was worthy of his support. In the end, the wizard chose Kane's shoulder, perhaps because his robes were more expensive.

Kane felt an arm press down on his shoulder. "You've never met either of these friends? What's wrong? Has the fallen Weasley family stooped so low as to befriend Mudbloods?"

The owner of the voice pressed Kane's shoulder down forcefully as he spoke.

Harry glanced with pity at the blond brat who was recklessly courting death, while Kane looked at Ron, who had already started to pull out his wand to help him take down Malfoy.

"That wicked Malfoy brat is quite annoying, but don't bother with him."

Draco Malfoy was subconsciously displeased upon hearing Kane's words. No matter how much he called Ron a pureblood scoundrel, he was still a pureblood. When was it the Mudblood's turn to speak when he was arguing with purebloods?

Draco instinctively wanted to teach Kane a lesson, so he raised his hand to slap Kane on the back of the head. However, just as he was about to exert his strength, he suddenly couldn't move, and his entire body became paralyzed.

A strange and absurd shadow claw gripped his hand firmly. Looking down at the shadow, it extended from the shadow beneath Kane's feet.

"What were you trying to do just now?" Kane asked in a low voice, glancing at the evil blond man whose face had turned deathly pale with fright.