Whatever Ruthless Trick Dumbledore Pulled, It Wouldn't Surprise Him

Just as Kane began cosplaying as a refined gentleman enjoying afternoon tea at dawn, Lucius had already started whispering with a beautiful woman who had arrived late.

Kane even looked up halfway through eating a biscuit. Her pale, elegant face seemed as though it had never smiled since the day she was born. She gave him the feeling that she would be difficult to fool with magic tricks.

He needed something more impressive.

After telling Narcissa that if he had not returned within an hour, she should immediately join forces with the Board of Governors and the Ministry of Magic to suspend Dumbledore from his post as headmaster before figuring out how to rescue—or piece together—Lucius, he stood before Kane as though heading to the execution block.

"Do you have a Portkey, Mr. Heath?"

"No, a broomstick." The moment Kane spoke, Little Pumpkin automatically opened its mouth and spat out a broomstick.

"Fine, darling. Three hours." Lucius turned back and revised the time limit for Narcissa. After all, barring surprises, flying to Hogwarts and back on broomsticks would take two hours.

Yet it was only after Lucius sat on the back seat of Kane's broomstick and felt that intense, bizarre acceleration that he belatedly asked, "How long did it take you to fly to Malfoy Manor?"

"About fifteen minutes?" Kane raised his brows, hoping Lucius would voluntarily ask that question.

Because then he could smoothly deliver the answer he had long wanted to say.

"How did you know that I recently used my damn incredible craftsmanship, along with a pile of phoenix tail feathers swiped from Dumbledore, to upgrade Mantis Shrimp's top speed to 369 miles per hour?"

Unfortunately, Lucius did not ask. Kane, riding the broom, felt rather sulky and could not help twisting the magic throttle down a