The Greenhouse... Exploded?

"Perhaps. In the few days I spent with him over the holiday, I found that as long as he wasn't constantly bragging about himself, he could barely be considered a normal person." Kane said as he sat across from Dumbledore. "So maybe he doesn't want to lose face now, or perhaps there's some other reason. In any case, he wants to relearn magic so that his position as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can be a little more..."

"Mm..."

"Worthy of the name?" Dumbledore supplied the final phrase.

"Yes, exactly."

After Kane finished speaking, Dumbledore smiled faintly. "You know, Kane, I have always been a forgiving person. If someone has not committed any unforgivable mistakes, then as long as they show even the slightest intention of turning over a new leaf, I will support them."

"So you agree?" Kane raised his brows. "Though whether he has truly turned over a new leaf remains to be seen. I think he just doesn't want to embarrass himself."

"Don't guess what he is thinking. Watch what he does." As Dumbledore spoke, he picked up a timetable from the desk and tapped it twice. The ink on it shifted, turning into the timetable for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Hmm, his class next Monday is with the third-years, and the spells third-year wizards want to learn... Expelliarmus, Langlock... I don't think either spell will be a problem for you."

Dumbledore looked at the relaxed Kane across from him, and Kane nodded as well. He did not think those two spells would pose any difficulty for him.

After the two-hour private lesson in the Headmaster's Office ended, Kane was about to leave when Dumbledore suddenly called after him. "Kane, if you think it appropriate, you can bring Lockhart here directly next time. It's not