Hogwarts: Don't Starve in the Forbidden Forest Chapter 89 89: Mrs. Weasley is a Kind Person—I’m Following Y

"What? Absolutely not!"

The sheer magnitude of shock on Mrs. Weasley's face was, in Kane's estimation, equivalent to her finding out that Ron had used a cauldron in Potions to make a batch of watery atballs, got so fed up with Snape's insults that he knocked two of the Professor's teeth out in a fit of rage, and then used those teeth to craft a pair of engagent rings to trick a daughter-in-law into joining the Weasley family.

Before she could launch into a full lecture, Kane quickly brandished Lockhart's VIP card.

"Mrs. Weasley, technically, it's not my money. I've recently befriended a very wealthy individual, and this is his card. He's the type who wouldn't blink at any amount spent here."

Mrs. Weasley held her line with ironclad resolve. "No, Kane. Even if it isn't yours, we won't spend it. You shouldn't be giving away a gift your friend entrusted to you. It wouldn't be fair to them."

Kane pursed his lips into a 'W' shape. He and Mrs. Weasley remained in a deadlock for two solid minutes until, finally, the matriarch's stubbornness won out.

Soon, Ginny was dressed in a new, albeit modest, set of robes, her eyes a mix of joy and lingering longing for the flashier options.

Then it was Kane's turn. He pulled a mountain of purple tentacle skins from Little Pumpkin's mouth and dumped them onto the counter. "I want a raincoat made from these. Ideally, one that can grow along with my size."

"Well, generally speaking, that shouldn't be a problem, dear," Madam Malkin said, gathering the hides to take to the back.

Mrs. Weasley approached Kane again, offering a second invitation to the Burrow. The first ti—via Ron—had failed, so she decided to deploy the "Mom Protocol" personally.

Kane was prepared with a triple-refusal. His priority remained his seasonal survival gear. Compared to the potential of a miserable, humid spring or a blistering sumr that could make one feel physically and ntally ready to expire, social calls were a secondary concern.

Besides, staying at the Burrow while trying to conduct high-level alchemy wasn't exactly convenient.

However, just as Kane was ntally ticking "Raincoat" off his to-do list, Madam Malkin returned with the tray of hides.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Heath. These skins... their magical resistance is far too high. Magical sewing has absolutely no effect on them. So, I'm afraid..." She sighed helplessly.

"Can't they be sewn by hand?" Kane asked softly.

"Normally, yes, dear. But it's the holidays. Every hour, young wizards co in for robes. I simply don't have the ti for manual labor of this scale."

Emmm... Kane looked at the hides. He stuffed them back into Little Pumpkin and turned to leave, thinking he might have to find a Muggle tailor with exceptional patience.

Then he saw Mrs. Weasley. She was standing tall, eyes sparkling, vigorously patting her chest with pride.

Kane jumped back slightly. "Mrs. Weasley, are you having chest pains?"

Mrs. Weasley: "..."

Ginny, wearing an expression that was 50% embarrassnt and 50% exasperation, stepped in to save her mother. "What my mum ans is that she is an expert at manual sewing. Aren't you, Mum?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded proudly. It was no exaggeration to say that in terms of professional-grade hand-stitching, she was famous for miles around.

Coming to Madam Malkin's was only because Ginny liked the shop's specific designs, not because Molly couldn't make them.

"Emmm... so what you're saying is..." Kane's mouth ford that 'W' again.

Hiss... Mrs. Weasley is a kind person. I'm following you!

As for Lockhart, who was currently waiting at ho for Kane to show up? Kane had already decided: the raincoat was the priority. So, Lockhart... Coo-coo-coo (the sound of being stood up).

The Burrow

They left as two and returned as three. The mont they stepped out of the fireplace, Mrs. Weasley shouted upstairs, "Ron! Co down! You won't believe who I found in Diagon Alley!"

"Oh, Mum, I'm nearly twelve. That trick might have worked on Ginny ten years ago. I don't care who you found; I won't be surprised."

Ron, clad in pajamas, ca yawning down the crooked stairs, rubbing his eyes. Then he saw... a pair of horns?

When did the Wizarding World get Minotaurs? Or is this a new species from a Magizoologist?

He rubbed his eyes again. A mont later, the entire Burrow shook. Upstairs, the Weasley twins poked their heads out of their room's small window. "What's the matter? Is a Banshee attacking?"

Seeing Ron and Kane already bumping shoulders and heading upstairs, they realized the "attacker" was just Kane Heath.

"Wow, I get it. You ran into Mum in Diagon Alley and she dragged you back by force," the twins said in unison, finishing each other's sentences.

"I wasn't dragged," Kane replied smoothly. "Mrs. Weasley gave an invitation and I took the bait. I have little social experience; I'm easy to catch when the lure is this good."

This bit of "rainbow fart" flattery directed at the Weasley household made the entire second floor beam with joy. Even Percy, usually locked away studying, almost ca out to say hello.

Ron had already pulled out a Wizard Chess set. "Seriously, Kane, since I got back, no one in this house can last a single round against ."

Kane allowed himself to be "imprisoned" at the chessboard by the indomitable Ron. The twins wandered down, curious.

They hadn't had much chance to interact with Kane at Hogwarts, but now that their mother had "tricked" him ho, they wanted to observe this wizard who supposedly spent his days looking for people to ss with.

Downstairs, Mrs. Weasley had already settled into her workspace. She began the painstaking process of hand-sewing the tentacle hides.

The occasional spikes, she decided, would make excellent decorative trim.

"So, Kane, when are we going to go get Harry?" Ron asked, hovering a knight over the board. "He wrote to . After my family read it, we nearly marched on the Dursleys ourselves, but Dumbledore stopped us with a letter."

"Dumbledore says he needs to stay there for at least thirty-one days. So, the end of the month. We can take the broomstick," Kane said.

The twins' eyes lit up instantly. "You finished that broom you were tinkering with?"

Kane raised an eyebrow and gave a soft cough. Little Pumpkin opened wide and spat out Pee Pee Shrimp.

"Form a line for test drives. Ron, you go first. But I'm warning you—go slow. This broom is... violent."

The light in the eyes of the three Weasley brothers did not flicker for a second. To these broom-obsessed boys, the sight of this non-aerodynamic, magic-brute-force-propelled, aggressively wild machine was the magical equivalent of seeing a Dodge Challenger Hellcat.

"rlin's beard!"

To the soundtrack of three "rlins," the boys followed Kane out of the house. Fortunately, the area was secluded enough that Muggle sightings weren't a concern.

Fearing Ron might accidentally launch himself into the stratosphere, Kane used shadow-strands to lash Ron securely to the broom—a magical seatbelt.

"Ready?" Kane patted the tail.

"Ready!" The mont Ron twisted the handle, the twins—who were standing right behind the tail—were knocked flat by the sheer force of the acceleration. A mont later, a deafening howl echoed from the sky.

"What's wrong with Ron?" Kane looked toward the yard. Ginny had just entered, leading a young girl with straggly, pale, silvery-blonde hair. Both were staring up at the black streak of light in the sky.

"Test driving my broom," Kane said. "And who is this?"

Ginny swung the girl's hand gently. "My friend. She lives nearby. Her na is Luna Lovegood."

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