Psychological Counseling... Came to an Abrupt End

Dumbledore nodded as well and began offering his terrifyingly detailed understanding as a third party. "How should I put this in terms you can relate to? It's like you went through untold hardships to escape a terrifying mental hospital. Though perhaps you'd understand it better if I used Azkaban as the example?"

As he spoke, Dumbledore thought changing the example might be a good idea. After all, he had never asked Kane what his previous life had actually been like...

For instance, did Kane even know what a mental hospital was?

Seeing Dumbledore's strange pause, Kane quickly understood what he was thinking and waved a hand. "I get it."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly and began drawing on the wisdom of his long life, fully unleashing his gift for words...

"You went through immense hardship to escape a dreadful mental hospital, but one of the conditions for your escape was that you had to become the director of that hospital."

"Then one day after escaping, you looked in the mirror and found that the director's ID badge was still hanging around your neck."

Kane nodded. Dumbledore had actually managed to describe that bizarre feeling of his.

Seeing Kane nod, Dumbledore quietly gave himself a pat on the back. His deduction had been right.

It had been easy to tell. Ever since the day Kane's black hat had wrapped around his hands, whenever he read, he had been unable to look at anything else.

Most of what he read every day had been lost ancient magic, and the final results had obviously not been particularly pleasant.

No form of magic like Kane's had ever appeared throughout history. So, barring surprises, Kane's magic really had been brought out of that dreadful place.

That was why Dumbledore had felt it was necessary to give Kane