Dark Moon Reaction

As Malfoy's curse died away, Kane helplessly covered his eyes and turned his back.

After all, Lord Kane was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to watch such nonsense.

(Please remember Taiwan Novel Network, t̸̸w̸̸k̸̸a̸̸n̸̸.c̸̸o̸̸m̸̸, a super convenient website for the fastest chapter updates.)

As for why he didn't step in and properly punish that piece of trash...

He might not have known Buckbeak's combat ability, but how could he not know Malfoy's?

He was decent enough when standing still and firing spells with a wand, but in unexpected situations?

When Malfoy had faced Harry's Fire Ring, the Nimbus 2001 beneath his butt hadn't even moved. That was the extent of his reflexes...

Heh. He was only marginally better than a paramecium.

That was also why Malfoy wouldn't die even if he were soaked in Iodophor.

Sure enough, things unfolded without the slightest deviation from what Kane had expected.

After a burst of Buckbeak's flapping, the only thing that reached his ears was Malfoy's crying and shouting again.

Kane lowered his hand and took a look. Buckbeak was still in the same posture, both front claws raised high as if he wanted to kill Malfoy.

However, Hagrid's massive body stood in front of Malfoy, his two fan-sized hands tightly gripping Buckbeak's

two claws, preventing Malfoy from... breaking his skin.

Yes, even now, Malfoy hadn't so much as scratched his skin.

Once Malfoy realized that, he also realized that his little act hadn't gone particularly well, because Kane hadn't come over to hit him.

How could that be allowed?

The essence of this performance was for him to act like an insufferable little bastard, lure the great demon Kane into showing off and slapping his face, but now Hagrid had saved him. Since Buckbeak hadn't beaten him half to death, he naturally couldn't