Any Impact? None at All

Kane spent the entire morning reading in the library, from dawn until noon, scaring Harry and the other two half to death. At first, they thought Kane's delayed reflexes had finally kicked in.

Ah-ha~ I turned into a cat. I'm too ashamed to face anyone. I shall attack concrete from the air.

But when they saw Kane at the Great Hall, squeezed into the crowd and carefully eating his meal, they finally relaxed. The kid had not done anything stupid. That was pretty good.

Then, displaying the loyalty expected of friends, the three of them drove away all the cat-petters surrounding Kane and began petting him themselves.

As Kane ate his biscuits, he realized for the first time that all his friends were idiots. And not just idiots—Harry, the biggest idiot of all, gave him an incredibly abstract suggestion.

"If you're worried about getting fur in your food, why don't you shave it all off?"

What could Kane say? If he shaved his fur, he really would have to go attack concrete.

He would never be able to show his face again!

That was the first reason. There was also another very important reason. After all, nearly everyone in this world cared about appearances. If he shaved the cat, who would he mooch free dried fish from?

Would Harry buy it for him?

Hm? That actually seemed possible.

Lunch ended quickly, and Kane followed Little Pumpkin to class as if nothing had happened. Hermione walked behind him, wanting to ask but feeling that asking about this sort of thing was somewhat impolite.

So should she ask or not? Better ask. She was not exactly a particularly polite person herself.

"Kane, how come turning into this hasn't seemed to affect you at all?" Hermione asked curiously. Her empathy was fairly strong,