novelhk Chapter 89 Today's expenses are on Lockhart!
Chapter 89 Today's expenses are on Lockhart!
Chapter 89 Today's expenses are on Lockhart!
"Ah, as expected of you. To be honest, that's exactly what I was thinking too." Lockhart readily agreed.
Kane nodded. "Thank you." He then continued walking towards the next swamp pool, asking Lockhart before he left, "Could you please collect my loot for me? I need it."
Time was wasted like this: Kane was in front, transforming the swamp, summoning tentacles, and slaying enemies, while Lockhart was in the back, picking up the scraps.
As evening approached, Lockhart was examining several pieces of monster meat roasting over the campfire.
Kane, looking at the mountain of tentacle skins and a few scattered tentacle spikes in front of him, genuinely felt that these might make a decent raincoat.
It's a pity that I don't have a workbench or gold now, so I can't even make the most basic scientific machines.
Actually, this can't be considered bad news. After all, anything made using machine tools isn't particularly attractive and always carries a rough feel unique to the realm of permafrost.
Kane's hand-made ones are different; the handsome mantis shrimps that most people can tell at a glance speak volumes about his craftsmanship.
So he plans to hand-make this raincoat himself.
Confirm hand-rubbing.
As it grew later and the sun set, Kane suddenly threw a few pieces of firewood into the campfire.
Lockhart, sitting opposite him, was in a state of utter confusion. Should he remind Kane that it would be best to go home, take a bath, and go to sleep at this time?
Instead of playing sewing games here.
That's right, Kane used his Transfiguration spell to create a needle, and then sat on the rock with a rope made of reeds, looking like an old tailor who had been sewing on several pieces of tentacle skin.
The whole scene was inexplicably eerie, and in his supposedly rational eyes, Kane's cooking skills, well...
The needle tip is fine and even. If you only look at a part of it, you might mistake it for sewing magic. However, when you look at the whole appearance, it is a bit of a headache.
If he hadn't asked Kane what he was sewing, he would have assumed Kane was sewing a pocket.
But the truth is, it's the hood of a raincoat.
Honestly, if he weren't afraid Kane would kill him, he would have laughed loudly.
After all, in this desolate swamp, in the middle of nowhere, there were only the two of them within a hundred kilometers. It was a truly desolate place where no one would notice even if someone committed murder.
However, just when Lockhart thought Kane would be forever immersed in his art, he realized that, in a sense, his sewing skills were somewhat lacking.
So, somewhat disarmed, he threw the nearly sewn-up pocket—no, the hood—into the campfire.
Then he patted the ground, and the little pumpkin bounced over, becoming Kane's pillow. Professional matters should be handled by professionals; he'd have to trouble a professional tailor in Diagon Alley tomorrow.
As for the money...
That's because Lockhart exists.
Nothing happened that night, and the next morning...
Kane got up very early and searched through all the useful resources in the area, stuffing the little pumpkins full and wedging them behind the mantis shrimp, then patted the sleeping Lockhart.
"Wake up, we're going back to human society, back to Diagon Alley."
As soon as Kane finished speaking, Lockhart sat up with a start, after all, feeding mosquitoes in the wild all night was still too abstract.
Moreover, the mosquitoes only bit him. Kane, who was lying just a campfire away, didn't get a single mosquito bite. He was like a mosquito coil spirit; mosquitoes would fly away from him even if they were 800 meters away.
Now, Kane is telling him that they are going to return to human society and embrace the rules, magic, and mosquito coils. How could he not be excited?
Of course, it would be even better if it weren't for riding a flying broomstick.
But now is not the time to dwell on such issues. If I accidentally annoy Kane and he gets angry and leaves me here, I'll be in real trouble.
"I said, are you coming up or not?" Kane had already sat on the mantis shrimp and was urging Lockhart, who was sitting on the ground with a silly grin.
Upon seeing this, Lockhart quickly nodded, "Coming, coming."
He then straddled the back of the mantis shrimp and said, "Now it's ready."
"Hmm." Kane nodded and suddenly turned the handle.
In Diagon Alley, Kane steadily and gracefully controlled his flying broomstick as it slowly descended.
Most wizards didn't show any extra expression, after all, this way of arriving in Diagon Alley on a flying broomstick was quite common.
The few who showed curiosity did so only because the one riding the flying broom was Kane, who had previously made a formal appearance in the Daily Prophet.
And the masked adult wizard riding behind Kane...
Indeed, according to Lockhart, he is a public figure in the wizarding world, and casually sitting down behind other wizards' brooms could easily cause some unnecessary misunderstandings, such as the situation he is in now.
"Alright Kane, too many people in Diagon Alley know me. If I show up, it'll probably cause a huge stir," Lockhart whispered in Kane's ear.
"So?" Kane raised an eyebrow.
"So could you please give me back my wand? I'll go home and wait for you there. Then you can take this key, and we can continue our unfinished adventure?"
As Lockhart spoke, he pulled an old-fashioned key from his pocket, with a small brass plaque hanging on it: 165 Diagon Alley.
"Well, it seems you're quite the person who cherishes your reputation." Kane said, reaching into the little pumpkin's mouth and taking Lockhart's wand out.
"Here you go." Kane returned the wand to Lockhart, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I'll most likely have to get one custom-made by Madam Malkin. You know, custom-made things always cost money."
"No problem." Lockhart took a purple magic card out of his pocket and handed it to Kane.
"This is my VIP card with Madam Malkin. Just give this card to Madam Malkin. There's a minimum limit of 200 Galleons left. Use it as you like. If you exceed it, it's okay. I'll just top it up later."
"Ah, Lockhart, how generous! I'm starting to admire you more and more," Kane said, raising an eyebrow as he took the card.
"Seriously, me too. I knew Kane was talented the moment I saw you." After saying that, Lockhart put down the broom, covered his face again, and walked towards his house.
Kane, meanwhile, stuffed Lockhart's house key into the little pumpkin's mouth and walked in, toying with the VIP card for Madam Malkin's Robes Shop.
The moment he stepped into the store, what reached his ears was not a welcome message, nor any other familiar sound, but a voice that was both friendly and unfamiliar.
"Oh, I recognize you, child. You're Kane, my son Ron's good friend."
The person who said this was a woman with orange-red hair, a kind and gentle face, and a plump figure.
"Yes, I am Ron's friend. And you... Mrs. Weasley?" Kane said with some surprise, after all, in a sense, this was a kind of unexpected encounter with an old friend in a foreign land.
Mrs. Weasley patted Kane on the shoulder affectionately, then looked at his horned hat with some curiosity, before finally patting a very cute red-haired witch next to her.
"Ginny, this is your brother's friend Kane. You've seen him in the newspaper. You should say hello."
Ginny looked at Kane with a mixture of curiosity and a slightly eerie fear, but she still politely greeted him.
The two women were like mothers who suddenly bumped into each other at the market, and they immediately started chatting enthusiastically.
Ginny's niche is that of a pitiful child of one of the mothers, watching helplessly as her mother chats enthusiastically with a stranger.
Meanwhile, the other child's niche was occupied by Mrs. Malkin. After all, she needed to be there when there were guests, but now the two guests were chatting enthusiastically and not saying a word, making her feel awkward standing there, unsure whether to leave or stay. She looked rather silly.
Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. She used magic to summon a plate of pastries and black tea, handing them to Kane so he could rest for a while. Then she looked at Mrs. Weasley: "Jasmine? Weren't you supposed to order a robe for Ginny?"
At this point, Weasley finally realized what was happening: "Ah, order two sets now, one for Kane too. Kane, come over here and measure your height, oh, the robe I made for you is too short."
As she spoke, Mrs. Weasley glanced at Kane's black velvet sleeves, which revealed his wrist joints, and complained, "You should have gone back to my house with Ron. I can make you a new set, but Mrs. Malkin's craftsmanship is not bad either."
"Um..." Kane, a little uncomfortable with being shown such blatant concern for the first time, scratched his neck. "Thank you?"
"No, Kane, you're welcome. Anyway, come here quickly so Mrs. Malkin can take your size."
"Okay, um... well, actually I came here to order custom-made clothes, the kind where I bring my own materials."
"Of course," Mrs. Malkin said as she took Kane's measurements, then wrote Kane's measurements down on a piece of paper. She then began to ask Ginny about the fabric, style, accessories, and so on that she needed for her robe.
Kane also stood there curiously and watched. He saw that Mrs. Weasley had turned all the available options down to the lowest setting, while Ginny, though somewhat disappointed, still had a sparkle in her eyes, looking as pitiful as could be.
Well, Mrs. Weasley is a good person, and she's Ron's mother, so I should at least do what little help I can.
Well, Lockhart, you're a good person too, and now it's your time to make a contribution.
With the attitude of never being stingy when it comes to other people's money, Kane pulled out Lockhart's Madam Malkin VIP card from his pocket: "Today, Madam Weasley's expenses are on me!"
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