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Chapter 69 Death Has You Caught in Its Trap

Chapter 69 Death Has You Caught in Its Trap

Before Kane and the others could react, Snape's blinding light shone down on them: "Ah, Kane Heath, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, tell me what's going on with you four?"

Snape said slowly.

Harry and Ron both sighed helplessly as Snape approached; they had lost their points and were going to get a scolding.

Hermione was no different; in her eyes, losing points was no different from the sky falling down. Especially Snape, even a blind man could see that Snape disliked Gryffindor, and now that the four of them were in his hands, nothing good could come of it.

Unlike the three who had a lot of inner monologues, Kane was all about honesty. He answered whatever Snape asked: "Just came back from the Forbidden Forest with Professor Quirrell."

Almost instantly, Snape's expression froze for a moment. At that moment, he had only one thought: Dumbledore really deserved to die. He was really shoving all sorts of special people into his talent card pack.

Now Harry is his pawn, and so is he. Ron and Hermione have become Harry's personal assistants, and now even Kane has been dragged onto this chessboard by him through some unknown means.

It's really hard to understand what Dumbledore was thinking. After all, this little wizard in front of him is not like an ordinary little wizard or someone as easy to control as himself. Even he would rather stay far away from someone like Kane, and have as little contact with him as possible in his life.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, actively pulled people to his side, only learning his lesson when such a person caused a major incident while he was around.

After a moment of silence, Snape slowly spoke: "Mr. Heath, come with me. You three, why aren't you at bedtime?"

For a moment, Harry and Ron felt as if they had narrowly escaped death, while Hermione...

Well, she should have known.

Snape clicked his tongue only after Harry, Ron, and Hermione had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He forgot to deduct points from them.

"Come with me. Is Dumbledore asleep now?" Snape asked Kane behind him, walking with a limp, intending to decide whether to go up or down based on Kane's answer.

"They're probably asleep."

Before Kane could finish speaking, Snape suddenly stopped, turned around, and frowned as he looked at Kane. "Wasn't your trip to the Forbidden Forest with Quirrell Dumbledore's arrangement?"

"It was kind of his invitation for me to take the initiative, but he knows about this... wait, Professor Snape, why do I have this feeling that you know everything?"

Kane looked at Snape with a strange expression, an unnatural smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Did this mean that, apart from the young wizards, everyone else in the entire Hogwarts theater was a director?

"Don't worry about me, let's go find Dumbledore first. You should tell Dumbledore about Quirrell's situation... You can't possibly think you're smarter than Dumbledore, can you?" Snape said, starting to walk towards the headmaster's office.

"Aha."

Soon the two arrived at the principal's office. After passing through the stone statue, the door opened by itself before they could knock.

"You've come at just the right time. I was just about to eat some mandrake." Dumbledore, wearing pink pajamas, walked out from the direction of the bedroom. "But I really didn't expect the two of you to end up together. I thought you were avoiding Kane like you were avoiding a troll, Severus."

"If it weren't for what happened today, of course," Snape said, sitting on the sofa. "Mr. Heath just returned from the Forbidden Forest with Quirrell."

Dumbledore: "I know, so what strange thing did Quirrell do?"

Kane shrugged, sitting in his chair. "He seems like a different person ever since we entered the Forbidden Forest. He doesn't stutter anymore, and he's become more confident. First, he told me he was going to die, then he dissed you, saying that the only way to prolong his life was to drink unicorn blood and use magic stones... He also asked me to come to his office every Wednesday evening for a private meal. I wonder if it will be Quirrell or... Tom?"

"Ah, Tom is probably in charge of teaching you. He's always been very enthusiastic about being a professor."

Just as Dumbledore uttered a remark, Snape coughed from the sofa.

"Okay, so how exactly did you do it?"

"He needs to drink unicorn blood, so I was just an accomplice. That's all." After Kane finished speaking, Snape stood up slowly. He felt it necessary to check whether Kane had been cursed with something like the Imperius Curse by Voldemort.

Dumbledore raised a hand to stop Snape.

"There's no need for that. Anyway, Kane, just get ready for your special treat on Wednesday evening. Before that, how about going to Severus's office for a brain fog potion? That will prevent Tom from seeing some of the things you're thinking. Although I think you're quite talented at it, it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Then I'll leave?"

Dumbledore nodded.

As Kane left the headmaster's office, Snape moved to sit opposite Dumbledore: "You're letting the Dark Lord teach Kane and Heath? Aren't you afraid of creating a third Dark Lord?"

Dumbledore wasn't afraid, of course. Voldemort would at most teach Kane some real magic tricks out of his own addiction to teaching, but he wouldn't bother explaining his unhealthy ideas.

After all, in Voldemort's eyes, Kane was just an unopened magic bag. What's the point of trying to make a magic bag understand how "great" his ideas are?

Snape looked at Dumbledore's composed expression and said, "You're not going to say something like, 'That kid has love in his heart,' are you?"

This reminded him, and Dumbledore nodded: "Indeed, this boy has love in his heart, so I believe he won't be led astray by Voldemort."

Snape had no idea how to continue the conversation with Dumbledore, so he stood up, threw down a sentence, and was about to leave: "...I'm going back to brew potions."

"And while you're at it, bring me a potion of tooth-protecting potion; my teeth have been a bit sore lately," Dumbledore ordered.

Snape paused in his tracks. Was he going to choose selective deafness? Surely he could manage? Oh well, he'd just have to endure it. At worst, it'd taste terrible.

Meanwhile, Kane returned to the Gryffindor common room. Harry and the other two hadn't gone back to their dorms to sleep yet, but were leaning against the fireplace waiting for him. When they saw him return, they perked up and all crowded around to ask Snape where he had taken him and what he had done.

"Just went to the principal's office and we talked about some random things," Kane said with a yawn.

Hermione had an "I knew it" look on her face: "Then we're relieved. I need to go back to sleep now, I have class tomorrow."

Kane nodded; he needed to sleep too. As for the story of Nicolas Flamel and the Chamber of Secrets on the fourth floor that Harry and Ron were talking about, they could treat it as a bedtime story—it would be very useful.

the next day...

During breakfast in the Great Hall, almost all four houses and more than half of the professors were looking at a young wizard at the Gryffindor table.

Kane was wearing a horned hat and a top hat on his head, with two garlands wrapped around the two horns of the horned hat. He was wearing so many hats that he was practically wearing a white Santa hat.

With a bang, Maxwell, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, appeared behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

"You don't look too well."

"So what's your brilliant idea?" Kane asked while eating his sandwich.

"There were no profound insights, but I saw many things that you couldn't see."

"For example?"

"Death has caught up with you."