Dumbledore... Was He Really a Good Person?

Kane wore a horned hat. Because of the horns, he could not properly squeeze into the common room and had to tilt his head to crawl inside.

After finally getting in, he saw Harry and the other two gathered around the entrance, each of them wearing a strange, restrained smile.

"So... you really do have a cross-dressing fetish, don't you?" Ron said gloomily.

"I was wondering why you liked wearing flower crowns back then. So that was it," Harry said knowingly.

As for Hermione, since she did not know Kane very well, she merely kept laughing.

"Ah, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to mock me. But I won't take it to heart, because I'll find a chance to tear up all of your homework," Kane said casually as he took the bag of food Harry handed him.

Just as he was about to tear open the bag and eat, Harry crawled straight back out through the hole.

"...Did making one hat really take that long?" Kane helplessly hung the food bag from one of the hat's horns and crawled out again with his head tilted.

Because of the Quidditch match, everyone was heading toward the Quidditch pitch. Nearly everyone who saw Kane's distinctive hat enthusiastically came over to greet him and, incidentally, touch its horns.

Those who were less outgoing and slightly more reserved simply stared fixedly at the two horns on the hat.

If they had not seen Kane riding Walnut out of the Forbidden Forest from far away, they would have thought he had murdered one of Hagrid's cows.

"Say, Kane, why do you insist on wearing a hat like that?" Hermione asked curiously. The constant-temperature charm on Kane's robes was already enough to keep him unaffected by heat or cold, yet he