Only Grindelwald Remains

On this day, Dumbledore and Hermione simultaneously used their clever, rust-free little brains—and of course their eyeballs—and began searching through any books they could get their hands on to figure out just who Maxwell was.

Although they both knew this was merely a name and the probability of turning up anything useful was exceptionally slim, they still wanted to try.

Just like that, they wasted yet another entire day. Fortunately, it was currently the weekend, otherwise combining research time and classes would have been too much for Hermione to bear...

After all, a single minute couldn't exactly be split in half and spent twice, could it?

Kane had no idea that on this lovely weekend, a guy and a girl were tearing their hair out over him.

He was currently fully in night-owl mode. A ball of moonlight was placed inside his tent, while he himself sat cross-legged on the bed, attempting to piece together two little toys he had dug out from the very bottom of a chest unearthed from a graveyard into an action figure.

That was because he had genuinely dug up an action figure once before, and after accidentally playing with it until it broke, he had had a dream that very night where he shrank, the figure grew, and he even became the king of a peculiar kingdom, spending his days torturing himself for fun...

So why on earth did that figure in the dream still retain the history of having been played with by him back then, even after becoming a king?

Kane had no way of knowing about that aspect. Right now, he simply felt it necessary to properly repair this figure.

Perhaps it was because he had attended two Divination classes that he had grown rather superstitious, or perhaps because he looked