Still Standing Someone Up-This Time, Being Stood Up

When Kane saw the Fruit Fly King, he instinctively raised his wand, intending to give this Fruit Fly King that had invaded the real world a little taste of Shadow Magic blades blooming in both the Eternal Realm and reality.

Seeing this, Dumbledore hurriedly stopped Kane.

"I really don't think that's necessary, Kane. That little fellow is rather cute, isn't it?"

"But it damages plants, and it even plants weeds in the soil," Kane said, somewhat conflicted.

"Ah, I knew that big fellow was your doing. No one else should have been capable of it... But... let's ignore that giant fly for now and return to this lovely field."

"Are these the weeds you were talking about?" Dumbledore handed the warm cup in his hand to Kane. Kane glanced inside. Forget-Me-Not, honey, and warm water—a perfectly standard cup of Soothing Tea.

He naturally drained the remaining Soothing Tea in one gulp. Though it was not as good as the authentic version he made with a cauldron or Crock Pot, it was still somewhat useful.

"So, Kane, perhaps the weeds it brought are exactly what we need," Dumbledore said with a genial smile as he accepted the cup Kane handed back. "And besides, what truly puzzles me is that herbs with such miraculous effects are weeds in your eyes."

As he spoke, Dumbledore plucked a Forget-Me-Not. "Then what do you consider useful?"

"Potatoes, watermelons, dragon fruit?" Kane raised an eyebrow. Though he knew that his experience in the Eternal Realm could not be applied to reality, the knowledge practically etched into his mind still made him instinctively say something Dumbledore found rather amusing.

"The Sorting Hat truly made a mistake. It should have sorted you into Hufflepuff," Professor Sprout said, looking at Kane kindly. She knew that Kane had once been