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Chapter 107 The greenhouse...exploded?
Chapter 107 The greenhouse...exploded?
"Perhaps. During the few days I spent with him over the holidays, I found that as long as he doesn't constantly boast, he's somewhat of a normal person," Kane said, sitting down opposite Dumbledore. "So perhaps he doesn't want to lose face, or something else entirely. In any case, he wants to relearn magic to slightly improve his position as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."
"Um..."
"To be more worthy of the name?" Dumbledore helped add the last word.
"Yes, that's it."
After Kane finished speaking, Dumbledore smiled slightly: "You know Kane, I've always been a tolerant person. If someone hasn't made any unforgivable mistakes, as long as they have even the slightest thought of repenting, I will support them."
"So you agree?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "While it's still uncertain whether he's truly seen the error of his ways, I think he's more likely just trying to save face."
"Don't guess what he's thinking, just watch what he does." Dumbledore said, picking up a timetable from the table and tapping it lightly twice. The ink on the timetable changed, transforming into a timetable for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Well, his class next Monday is for third-year students, and the spells that third-year wizards want to learn are... Expelliarmus and Throat Lock... I think those two spells won't be a problem for you."
Dumbledore looked at the relaxed Kane across from him, and the latter nodded in agreement, also not thinking that the two spells posed any problem for him.
As Kane was about to head back after his two-hour private tutoring session in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore suddenly stopped him: "Kane, if you think it's appropriate, you can bring Lockhart over next time. It's not like I haven't taught him before; it's just a matter of teaching him a few more times after he graduates."
"Okay, I'll tell him when I get back." Kane yawned and headed back towards the Gryffindor Tower.
Back in his dorm room, before Kane even entered, he heard an angry voice from inside: "I advise you to get the hell out of here right now and never show your face in front of me again!"
"Yes, I do have a lot of fun riding my flying broomstick, but that's not a reason for you to try and make me leave Hogwarts. That's illogical! It's like someone enjoying pain, but that's not a reason for you to suddenly beat that person up in the street!"
"Alright, I don't want to talk to you anymore. I can already hear Kane's footsteps. If you don't leave now, you might not be able to leave at all."
Then there was a bang—and then Harry slowly exhaled.
"Wow, I heard that too! Who were you talking to? What is that thing that can teleport at Hogwarts?" Kane only went into the dormitory after hearing the thing leave, after all, what if it was Harry's privacy?
"It's nothing, just a house-elf. According to him, he blocked Platform 9¾ on the day we returned to school. I'm so angry," Harry said, his puffed-out cheeks puffed out in anger.
"Why? Well, actually I'm not really curious about that question. What I'm really curious about is what kind of image I have in your mind? What do you mean by 'once I arrive, he can't leave'? What kind of devil am I?" Kane asked speechlessly.
"I was just trying to scare that house-elf. You wouldn't believe it, but the house-elf's owner told his child never to be hostile to you because the dark magic you possess is so strong that it's possible you could secretly kill his child."
"So that house-elf thought you were a dangerous person and told me to stay away from you, so I naturally used you to scare him," Harry said with a shrug, quite proudly.
"Uh... I had no idea my reputation had become so tarnished," Kane sighed softly.
"Did it tell you why it wouldn't let you come to Hogwarts?"
Harry piled the blankets on the headboard and leaned against them: "He said it's because there's something dangerous at Hogwarts this year, lurking in the darkness, capable of killing anyone, something like that. From what he's saying, it's aimed at me."
Kane lay in bed and glanced at the ceiling... darkness... killing anyone... aimed at the person directly involved...
Isn't this something I experience every day? Whenever I forget the light source at night, Sister Charlie will touch me in the dark. Sometimes, even when there is a light source, Sister Charlie will mischievously reach out and try to extinguish it before touching me again.
...Does Sister Charlie like me?
Kane chuckled at the thought, shaking his head helplessly. He was truly amazed at the bizarre things he was thinking.
After clearing his mind of that bizarre thought, he looked at Harry again: "So, you believe this stuff?"
"Uh..." Harry grinned awkwardly, "Actually, I do believe it, because sometimes I really do hear some very ominous things, like killing something, eating something, tearing something apart and so on."
"Audio hallucinations?" Kane raised an eyebrow. "Actually, I sometimes hallucinate too. For example, a long, thin claw suddenly reaches towards my light source, or occasionally a shadow tries to attack me. Only I can see it. It must be some kind of curse. I'll ask Dumbledore about it for you later."
After Kane finished speaking, Ron, who was half-asleep in bed, slowly raised his hand and said, "Hey Kane, what you're talking about isn't an illusion. We can see it too."
Kane: "??? You guys can see this? When?"
"We could see it from the beginning. For example, sometimes the shadow under your feet would suddenly twist into a bizarre monster and pounce on you... We always thought it was some kind of dark magic that had soaked you in, so it's actually a curse?" Ron grimaced as he sat up in bed, looking at Kane with some concern. "So are you alright?"
"It's okay, just pretend I was playing house with my shadow. Let's continue talking about Harry. Are you sure we can't hear that voice?" Kane looked at Harry.
The latter nodded: "We spend almost twenty hours together every day, and every time I hear it, you guys don't seem to notice anything unusual."
Kane and Ron exchanged a glance... After a moment of thought, they both had the same idea: Harry's situation seemed to be quite serious.
The next day, Kane and his two friends found Hermione studying in the common room. After telling her about their conversation in the dormitory the night before, the four of them headed straight to the headmaster's office.
Of course, before heading to the principal's office, we had to go to the auditorium first, since eating was the most important thing.
Of the four, Harry was in charge of eating without a care in the world, Kane and Ron were in charge of observing Dumbledore's movements while eating, and Hermione, worried about Harry's curse, didn't eat properly. She just sat in her chair, casually drank a couple of mouthfuls of porridge, and stared intently at Dumbledore.
As soon as Dumbledore finished eating and got up, she hurriedly urged Kane and the other two to get up as well, and followed Dumbledore all the way to the headmaster's office.
After the statue in the Headmaster's Office opened, Dumbledore didn't go inside. Instead, he turned and waved to Kane and the other three, saying, "Young people, please go first."
"Thank you, Dumbledore. This is a bit important; it concerns Harry." Kane didn't stand on ceremony and led Harry a few steps into Dumbledore's office, settling Harry across from Dumbledore's desk, just like a psychiatrist and his patient.
"Well, please tell me, Harry, what's bothering you?" Dumbledore asked softly, sitting down opposite Kane.
"I can hear some strange sounds, Professor, and only I can hear them. It makes me think of killing something? Eating something, it sounds really evil," Harry said, somewhat troubled.
"Mind if I examine you?" Dumbledore said, pulling out his wand. "I'll place the wand on your head, and that's all."
"Of course I can teach it."
Having received Harry's answer, Dumbledore gently placed the tip of the Elder Wand on Harry's forehead. Hermione, standing to the side, was seeing for the first time the wand covered in knots that Kane had mentioned.
It certainly doesn't look like it would be very comfortable to hold.
Dumbledore quickly put away his wand: "Harry, you are neither cursed nor poisoned."
"But Professor, I really heard that strange sound," Harry said somewhat flusteredly. He probably thought that Dumbledore hadn't really examined him properly and was just fooling him with his wand.
"Please believe me, Harry. I just used the Elder Wand to examine you inside and out. The reason you didn't feel anything is simply because I'm very powerful. I have very precise control over my magic, which allows me to probe a person's magic, physical condition, and even memories without them noticing."
"And your body is indeed not cursed. Perhaps it really is just a special voice that only you can hear."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, Harry still didn't quite understand: "What do you mean by saying that only I can hear that voice?"
"It's just the literal meaning. Like that time I was on a ship, and there was a sperm whale in the ocean. I just thought it was swimming there quietly, but the two wise Muggle scientists standing next to me heard the sperm whale's sound with a scientific instrument. I imagine you're in a similar situation," Dumbledore explained.
"But Professor, does that mean I'm different from everyone else? That I'm different from everyone else?" Harry's brow remained furrowed.
"Isn't that good?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "When I was in school, I had a classmate with heterochromia. He was very unhappy with his eyes, but all the Gryffindor students, including myself, thought his eyes were awesome."
Just as Harry was slightly comforted, Dumbledore said again, "However, I regret to inform you that you personally are fine, but if I'm not mistaken, Hogwarts seems to have problems again."
"Perhaps there is a terrible monster speaking those things in a language that only you, Harry, can understand... Well, of course, you don't need to worry about that. You can all leave now. You don't have classes this morning, so go play some chess or Quidditch. Of course, Kane, you stay."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, Kane shrugged at Harry and the others, indicating that there was no problem. After the three of them left, Kane was no longer as relaxed as before, sitting in his chair.
Instead, he stood behind the chair, looking at Dumbledore with a wary expression.
"What did I do wrong again? Why are you looking at me like that?" Dumbledore said with a helpless expression.
"You said you can read other people's memories, so of course I have to be careful."
After Kane finished speaking, Dumbledore smiled silently: "Have you ever heard the saying, 'The eyes are the windows to the soul'? Guess what the medium for reading memories is?"
Kane immediately covered his eyes with his hands, so Dumbledore could only see a lonely chair.
Then the chair spoke: "Can you still see like this?"
Dumbledore:
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"Come out now. I respect your privacy, so you don't need to be so wary of me. Besides, if I really wanted to see your memories, I would have done it already. Why wait until now?"
Kane remained hidden behind the chair for a short while before tentatively emerging and sitting back down. "Um, so, what do you want me to do here?"
"It's nothing particularly important, it's just that I've run out of mandrakes, and during this holiday and the start of the school term... you've completely forgotten about it, so I thought I had to tell you," Dumbledore said, shrugging.
"I can't help it. Mandrake isn't ripe right now. You can't buy it, and the greenhouse doesn't have it either. Maybe you could try something else? Remember that forget-me-not weed in the greenhouse the other day? You used it to make tea, right?"
After Kane finished speaking, Dumbledore shook his head: "That potion works, but its effect is not significant."
"This depends on talent." Kane gave me a look that said, "Leave it to me. Get me a cauldron, I'll be right back."
With that, he left the principal's office and headed towards the greenhouse.
Then, as he approached his destination, he was dumbfounded to discover...
The greenhouse...exploded?
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