Dementors Bad, Kane Good!

Sure enough, the events that followed unfolded almost exactly as Harry and Ron had expected.

Because rational Hermione and emotional Professor Trelawney were fundamentally at odds, a faint whiff of gunpowder had already begun to fill the air halfway through the lesson.

Hermione felt that a class like Professor Trelawney's, which valued talent over teaching, had no business being offered as a proper standalone course.

Both the course itself and the professor teaching it were rotten to the core.

Professor Trelawney, meanwhile, felt that if you were a wizard without even the most basic talent for Divination, then what the hell were you doing taking Divination in the first place?

This class simply was not meant for people like you, yet you still came in here yapping!

The two of them simply could not stand the sight of each other.

Finally, after Professor Trelawney took another jab at Hermione, Hermione could no longer hold herself back.

Just as Hermione was about to slam the table and rise to her feet, shouting about how it was talent this today and talent that tomorrow, utterly chilling the students' hearts—

—and then grab her wand and skin Trelawney's scalp to make a pair of boots, Harry lightly tugged at Hermione.

"Kane is Professor Trelawney's apprentice."

Hermione's brain froze for a moment. Who in this classroom wasn't?

Then she understood. Apprentices and students were different. Apprentices received instruction in small groups; even a great wizard having several apprentices was considered a lot, while having several hundred students was considered few.

That showed just how valuable an apprenticeship was.

So why was that? Would a Celestial Dragon like Kane really have nothing better to do than believe in a fraud like this fortune-telling charlatan?

That did not seem right.

But even so, what was the