Celestial Dragon? Orphan?

Kane now knew why that reporter's speech had carried such a strong scent of sauerkraut and sausage.

So she wasn't from England at all, but neighboring Germany.

And this article had somehow spun a solemn account of a twisted love triangle involving one headmaster and two students...

Damn it, hadn't people always said Germans were serious?

They were liars!

Ron merely glanced at the newspaper beside him and immediately let out a muffled snicker.

Clearly, every country had its own Rita Skeeter, and he was now rather glad that the reporter had treated him like air.

With Kane being the target of such a minor rumor, barring any surprises, no idiot would come asking him pointless questions. As for the truly formidable wizards...

Who would have the time to ask about something like this? Great wizards were all busy. Of the great wizards still alive, according to Ron, some were headmasters, some were doing research, and the idlest one was still in prison.

So theoretically speaking, if anyone wanted to hear Kane's opinion on this kind of gossip rag... it would be harder than climbing to heaven.

Still, perhaps he could give it a try?

Watching Kane shred the newspaper into pieces and swear that the next time he saw that reporter, he would chop her German sausage into McFlurries, Ron cautiously asked, "By the way, Kane, what do you think about this newspaper...?"

In an instant, the already shredded newspaper was sliced into even finer mince by suddenly active shadows, until not a speck of plant fiber remained.

Ron pursed his lips into an omega shape and decided not to say anything for now. It wasn't that he was scared; he just cared deeply about his best friend's mental health. He definitely wasn't a coward. Definitely not.

After breakfast,