Whether Professor Lupin Was a Wolf or a Dog Would Depend on This Class

When Kane agreed, Professor Trelawney naturally set the huge pile of things floating behind her onto the floor. "Would you mind helping me carry these? I don't really trust house-elves, and using the Levitation Charm myself takes quite a toll on my concentration."

Kane nodded. "Of course, Professor."

Soon, after the two of them had moved everything up to Professor Trelawney's attic, she turned and instinctively wanted to pat Kane on the head.

But boys at that age shot up frighteningly fast. Kane was already a grown young man now, and patting his head would have seemed strange, so she settled for patting his shoulder instead.

"This is your troublesome matter."

After Professor Trelawney said that, Kane froze for a second before bursting out laughing. It was not an angry laugh; he had simply suddenly realized that Professor Trelawney was quite an interesting person. She genuinely had a sense of humor.

"Oh, right. Where are your tarot cards? Let me have a look," Professor Trelawney said, smiling along with Kane. Then she abruptly asked, as though the possibility of Kane not choosing Divination had never existed in her mind, utterly unafraid of any awkwardness.

"Here."

Kane pulled the tarot cards from his pocket. Professor Trelawney took one look and shook her head. "I knew it. Remove the playing-card symbols from them later. They'll damage the spirituality of the tarot cards."

"Uh..." An awkward curve appeared on Kane's lips. "What I want to know more is... Professor, how did you know?"

"I heard their wails." After saying that, Professor Trelawney returned to her attic on her own, while Kane regained his status as a free man.

Then came the wonderful school day. The first class was Potions. Wasn't it a coincidence? Snape had just suffered a grievance at Dumbledore's hands yesterday,