Don't Think About It Anymore-It Would Be Rude!

When Kane arrived at the Hospital Wing, he found that Lockhart was perfectly fine. He was simply lying on the bed in hospital robes, eating a banana. He had neither lost any limbs nor gained an intelligent look in his eyes.

When he saw Kane, he awkwardly forced out a couple of laughs. "I admit it—I shouldn't have been so absolute back then. If I could do it over, I'd rather have you go easy on me."

"I wanted to go easy on you. For example, I could've jumped off the dueling platform myself. But you never gave me the chance."

Kane stepped closer and looked at Lockhart, who seemed completely unharmed... then he turned to Dumbledore. "I don't see anything wrong with him."

"Well, not on the surface. Don't you think he suddenly looks a little older?" Dumbledore reminded him.

"He already has a face full of forehead wrinkles. I can't tell." Kane shrugged.

"Fine, I'll be direct. Lockhart had part of his life force drained by that book. Of course, it isn't irreversible. He merely needs to exercise more, eat properly, and get enough sleep from now on. As for any memories related to that book, Lockhart has forgotten every last one of them," Dumbledore said quietly.

"Tsk, tsk. Poor Lockhart. Still, I suppose it was a blessing in disguise. At least you've picked magic back up." Kane clicked his tongue and shook his head as he looked at Lockhart. What was he even supposed to say?

After confirming that Lockhart was alive and well, the two left the Hospital Wing. As for how he would explain to the young wizards tomorrow that Kane had knocked him out with a book, that was no longer something they needed to rack their brains over.

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