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"Hmph." Kane crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

“Professor Dumbledore, I…” Felch looked at Dumbledore with extreme pain on his face.

"Take Mrs. Norris to the infirmary, then go back and get some sleep. I'll have the house-elf prepare a cup of warm milk for you." After saying this, Dumbledore took out his wand and concealed all the details of the wall. This way, it wouldn't cause panic among the young wizards, but they could still come here to examine the details when needed and find the true heir to Slytherin.

"As for you two, you should go back and get a good night's sleep, um... keep it a secret." Dumbledore then looked at Kane and Neville, who nodded and were about to leave. After all, whether Lady Norris was a prankster using a petrification charm, an alchemical artifact, or the true heir of Slytherin, none of this had been clearly investigated.

Therefore, it's best to keep it a secret.

"Hmm." Kane nodded and walked with Neville toward the Gryffindor Tower. As they passed the fourth corridor, they bumped into Lockhart, who had just walked up to his office.

“Oh? Kane, and Mr. Longbottom? It’s curfew now, isn’t it? Do you need me to take you back to the Gryffindor Tower? That way, Felch won’t be afraid if he sees you.” Lockhart naturally offered to help Kane after seeing him.

Kane shook his head: "If nothing unexpected happens, Felch probably doesn't want to see me right now."

Lockhart, who had been writing novels for many years, immediately sensed that there was more to this story than met the eye; this was juicy gossip.

He opened the door casually and invited Kane and Neville, "I think you'd love to have some late-night snacks here, and tell me what's going on with Felch."

"Are you coming?" Kane was in the mood for a friend to join him in cursing Felch, so he was eager to accept Lockhart's invitation and immediately looked at Neville to ask.

Neville shook his head: "You mean Harry and the other two are still looking for me? I have to go back to the tower and wait, otherwise they'll get worried if they don't see either of us."

"Ah, thank you. Just tell them I'm with Professor Lockhart when you see them." Kane nodded reassuredly at Neville, who seemed very reliable, then walked into Lockhart's office, sat on the sofa, and began to speak to Lockhart.

Lockhart listened quietly, joining Kane in a variety of tirade against Felch like an ordinary friend, until Kane got tired of it and left Lockhart's office, taking food and other items with him.

Lockhart, meanwhile, stroked his chin, took out the jet-black notebook again, and began to scribble and draw on it with a quill pen.

Ink slowly appeared on the originally blank pages: "So the little wizard I just sensed was the one you were talking about... I still can't believe you would consider a little wizard your teacher."

“What’s so strange about that?” Lockhart continued writing in the book with a quill: “Although you are older than me, your memory hasn’t graduated yet. Didn’t you teach me a lesson too?”

"It's just a very basic understanding of spells. If you had paid attention in class, you could have learned it too. But speaking of which, what did that little wizard mention about Felch? To me, this castle caretaker doesn't sound very powerful."

Looking at the words appearing in the book, Lockhart finally smiled. This book had been answering his questions all along, and now it was finally his turn to answer the book's questions.

Thinking of this, he picked up his pen and wrote: "This castle caretaker is indeed not very powerful. He is a Squib. I didn't know this when I was in school. It was only after I left Hogwarts and met some upperclassmen outside of school that I learned about this from them."

"Aha~ So it's strange that the current Hogwarts Castle caretaker is a Squib."

As this sentence slowly appeared on the page, at the same time...

Kane returned to the Gryffindor common room, where Harry, Harry, and the other two were still warming themselves by the fireplace in the corner. Upon seeing Kane return, the three of them yawned in unison.

"Is Neville back?" Kane asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I just got back. I’ve been waiting for you. I heard you and Felch got into a fight?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Actually, it wasn't really a shouting match. After all, Felch is good at making people angry." Kane felt better after venting in Lockhart's office and didn't want to let Harry and the others be unhappy with his negative energy. He just said it was a little friction between him and Felch.

It was really just a tiny, insignificant friction.

After Kane finished speaking, he was a little tired and went back to his dormitory to get a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, Dumbledore in the headmaster's office didn't particularly want him to get a good night's sleep.

A small, silver bird flew in through the window and landed on Kane's bedside table.

“Kane, I’ve taken a closer look at Felch’s cat, and I think you should come to my office now. Be careful.”

After the silvery-white bird finished speaking, it turned into a speck of light and disappeared. Kane, feeling helpless, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and left the dormitory again.

Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still unable to sleep and were warming themselves by the fireplace, wondering what earth-shattering thing Felch had done to make Kane angry.

After all, since enrolling, Kane seems to have only gotten angry once, and that was because of Felch. Neville said he was furious and hurled many hurtful insults at Felch...

It can only be said that Felch did have a bit of talent. The Dursleys, Paul Enrella, Draco Malfoy, the two Slytherin seniors who deliberately caused trouble for Kane, Quirrell, Voldemort, even Snape, and Lockhart—these people were all incredibly abstract, but Kane could always find a little bit of merit in them and befriend them. Even those he couldn't find merit in, he would understand them and, after calmly beating them to their knees once or twice, live peacefully with them.

He didn't actually get angry or lose his composure over any one person, but Felch really did make Kane, disregarding the occasion and the three professors watching in the corridor, unleash a long string of heartbreakingly angry words...

What terrible things did Felch do?

They saw Kane come out wearing a coat and were all a little curious. Hermione, for some reason, suddenly felt uneasy and asked, "What's wrong now? Is it because of Felch?"

Kane rubbed his eyes: "If I had to say, there is a connection, but I don't know the specifics."

After he finished speaking, he stopped explaining and left the lounge on his own, heading towards Dumbledore's office.

Soon, inside the headmaster's office, two cups of cold tea on the table told Professor Kane McGonagall and Snape that they should have been gone for a while.

Kane sat down and poured himself another cup of tea: "How is Mrs. Lorice?"

"Well, good news and bad news, which do you prefer?" Dumbledore asked, pushing a plate of potato chips in front of Kane.

"Although I don't think your sense of humor is quite suitable for today, as a qualified straight man, this is good news," Kane said, taking a sip of tea.

"Lady Lorris did not die; she was simply petrified for some strange reason."

"Hmm, so what's the bad news?" Kane then asked.

"We don't know the reason for the petrification. It's not the petrification curse, not the petrification potion, not some obscure curses I know, and it's not even the Medusa's Eye that has suddenly become popular at Hogwarts recently."

"Is there any direct reason why you called me here?" Kane asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm giving you a heads-up: this semester, like last one, is going to be a turbulent one. I don't know when I'll need you, so be prepared," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Then thank you for entrusting me with this important task. I need to go back and prepare now, like going back to get a good night's sleep."

With that, Kane left the principal's office and went straight to his bed, where he slept soundly until the next morning when he woke up and stepped out of his dormitory to see three serious faces.

Kane looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione with some surprise at their serious expressions: "Which Hogwarts rule did I break this time?"

Hermione swallowed hard and forced herself to say, "Felch... has been petrified."

Chapter 115 is about the basilisk.

"Ah? Everyone's happy, this is a good thing." As soon as Kane finished speaking, Haroch and the other two looked at him with even more serious expressions.

"...Alright, alright, let me guess. Is there something else besides Felch being petrified, like some words appearing on the wall?" Kane said helplessly.

After Kane finished speaking, Harry and the other two became even more serious and quickly dragged Kane to their usual hideout: "How did you know?"

Hermione took a deep breath, as if considering whether she should say it or not, even though she had been thinking about strange and unhealthy things before, such as Kane's interest-free loan job at Gringotts and the Diagon Alley demolition A-money plan.

But she was really just mindlessly slandering Kane, this stinking Celestial Dragon, in her head. Of course, the main focus was on the Celestial Dragon, not Kane. She genuinely didn't believe that Kane would petrify Felch over a mere argument, and she certainly didn't believe that he was the Slytherin heir as written on that wall.

While this is logical, it is not emotional.

At least in Hermione's eyes, Kane was incredibly abstract, but he really wasn't a bad person.

The three of them are now waiting for Kane to give them accurate information: whether or not Felch was the one who did it when he went out last night.

Clearly, Kane did not disappoint them, and they all shook their heads: "It wasn't me. I went to Dumbledore's office last night to talk about something, because before Felch was petrified, it was his cat, Mrs. Norris, who was petrified first."

"Neville and I encountered Lady Lorris, who had been petrified. It was because of Lady Lorris that Felch misunderstood me and I gave him a good scolding. That's all."

Hearing Kane's answer, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. This time it made sense. Although Kane's clothing, learning style, and even magic were different from ordinary people, at least his values ​​were the same as theirs...

Whether they share the same values ​​remains to be seen, but they would never resort to violence over a minor argument, nor would they be the kind of beasts who treat impure-blooded wizards like dirt.

"Anyway, we're relieved now. To be honest, we really thought you would be the Slytherin heir, even though we knew it was unlikely," Harry said, patting his chest.

"Don't worry, we can go have a nice meal while we're at it. It's like three happy events in a row: Felch has been petrified, Headmaster Dumbledore gave us a day off, and Kane isn't the Slytherin heir yet." Ron said, pulling the three of them toward the Great Hall for a quick meal.

Hermione, however, crossed her arms and asked, "Is there any good news besides the last one? And there's a murderer in Hogwarts now."

“...Why don’t you stay here and we’ll bring your breakfast back for you?” Ron raised an eyebrow.

"No need for that, we can't stay here forever."

The four of them arrived at the Great Hall. Kane had just sat down, intending to have a good meal to soothe his humiliated mood after being tormented by a certain statue yesterday, when Dumbledore's paper airplane flew over.

"What's going on now?" Hermione, always the most curious about these things, leaned closer and asked.

"It's Dumbledore. He wants me to go to his office after breakfast." Kane said, glancing up at the professors' table. Dumbledore had already gotten up and left, so it seemed this was quite urgent.

"Ah, why didn't Dumbledore just give me a day off on my own?"

Kane picked up a large pie from the long table, then took two sausages and cut them in half, followed by pickles, jam, bacon, and a fried egg. He rolled it all up in the pie, took a bite, and walked toward the principal's office.

Soon, Kane stood in front of the headmaster's office for a while, not for any other reason than fear that Dumbledore would steal his burrito. He quickly finished the last piece of burrito, wiped his mouth, and pushed the door open to go inside.

"Dumbledore, what do you want with me?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, “It is so. The petrification symptoms of Felch and Lady Norris have been studied and are not fatal. They can be saved by brewing a potion with the juice of mandrake.”

"That's great. Once the mandrake matures, they can both wake up."

“No, Kane, it’s like this, we need to wake them both up as soon as possible so we can find out what petrified them like this,” Dumbledore said slowly.

Kane quickly understood what Dumbledore was planning: "Well, I quite like those two Mandela devils, those two big white radishes who work on the farm with Hagrid every day and like to steal carrots."

"Although I'm a little reluctant, for the sake of Hogwarts, I reluctantly agree to go back and ask those two to get you some Mandela juice or something, but there's one condition."

After Kane finished speaking, Dumbledore slowly leaned closer and said, "Go on."

“Save Lady Lorris. You can read memories, right? You should be able to read cat memories too, right?” Kane said quietly.

"As for Mr. Felch, shall we have him wait for the mandrake to mature?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm, if you can find usable mandrakes elsewhere, go ahead, but those two big white radishes won't do," Kane said seriously, after all, he wasn't exactly a generous person.

"That's already very good, Kane. Now, please hurry."

“Okay.” Kane said, leaving the headmaster’s office and heading straight for Hagrid’s hut. At that moment, two Mandela Spirits were watching Hagrid playfully tossing tomatoes and clapping their little arms, completely unaware of the danger approaching from behind.

Kane suddenly appeared behind the two giant white radishes, tapped them with his wand, and the two radishes immediately collapsed to the ground with two thuds.

Hagrid, who was throwing tomatoes, was startled, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Kane: "Is something wrong, Kane?"

"It's like this, Dumbledore needs Mandela Juice to concoct a potion to save Lady Norris, so..."

Hagrid understood almost everything after hearing only half of it. For a moment, he just found it hard to accept, after all, he had gotten along really well with these two big white radishes during this time.

The two of them would help him with farm work, take care of the vegetables, and peck at each other like a baby chicken. Although they liked to steal carrots, as long as he tried his best to make them happy, they would definitely show their gap-toothed smiles and clap their little arms for him with great emotion. They would also clumsily carve their own houses with carving knives. After finishing their own houses, they would turn the carving knife on their own potato and carve a cute living room for themselves.

Even now, Hagrid still thinks they are just two cute and peculiar little wizards. No, little wizards are not as cute as them. After all, little wizards have never given him so much emotional value. So much so that he has forgotten that these are two mandrakes that have come to life. Their purpose is to be knocked out and dragged back to be used as potions by Snape or other little wizards who happen to be passing by.

Thinking of this, he sighed slowly, went back to his room and took a large cleaver that was even longer than Kane's, intending to use it as a second for the two Mandela spirits.

After all, a short pain is worse than a long one. He and the two big white radishes were neighbors, so a quick death was better than being boiled alive in a cauldron by Snape or chopped into mincemeat on a cutting board.

Just as Hagrid was tearfully slaying the Mandela, Kane was already riding on the back of two Mandela spirits. After sucking some liquid from their buttocks and putting it in his pocket, he stood up and said, "It's done. Now let them lie here for a while and they'll wake up."

Hagrid, wielding a large machete, looked at the scene with some confusion: "Huh? Don't we need to kill them?"

“Hagrid, you seem to be going a bit too far,” Kane said quietly. “After all, these are living beings, and they’ve both lived at Hogwarts for so long, seeing each other all the time. I can’t bear to part with them.”