Psychological Counseling! This Definitely Called for Psychological Counseling!

All the young wizards in the classroom held their breath. Not a single one of them wasn't curious about what Kane's Boggart would be.

Suddenly, the wardrobe moved.

A pale hand pushed open the wardrobe door from within. Everyone in the classroom saw what Kane feared most.

But why... was Kane most afraid of himself?

Sure enough, another Kane, identical to the present-day Kane in every way, stepped out of the wardrobe and stood before him.

While everyone was still wondering, the Kane transformed by the Boggart spoke. However, the language it used was neither English nor the language of any other country.

What it spoke was not human language at all, but the warped sound of an accordion.

The music perfectly replaced the voice Kane should have possessed. What came from its mouth was an utterly absurd sound—one that theoretically belonged to this world, yet could not possibly exist in it.

"What... the hell is that?" Draco Malfoy, standing at the very back of the Slytherin group, slowly poked his slick-haired head out from the crowd and muttered in confusion.

If that was all there was to it, then the thing Kane feared was not such a big deal.

After all, at most, Kane had merely had his voice stolen and replaced with an instrument... Honestly, it even had a fairytale-like sense of romance to it.

However, when they shifted their angle and looked from the side rather than straight ahead, that strange sense of romance instantly turned into bone-chilling horror.

Why was the back of that Kane drawn on?

Kane himself frowned. He was looking at it head-on, so he had no idea what was so frightening about the version of himself before him. He was also wondering whether this Boggart had run out of tricks and was