Why Would Anyone Brag About Being Able to Throw a Torch?

"Death? What Death?"

Kane suddenly stopped talking and focused on conversing with Maxwell.

"Of course, the Death responsible for reaping lives in this world. And it's manifested physically. Let me think..."

"Perhaps it's because of... your Resurrection Amulet? That's the only explanation."

Kane picked up his sandwich again and clicked his tongue. "Death is so stingy. Couldn't it learn something from Eternal Realm?"

"That can't be helped. That's how a normal world works. So, Kane, be careful. Until this Death destroys your Resurrection Amulet, it definitely won't let this go."

After Maxwell finished speaking, he vanished again with a whoosh. Kane gradually shoved all the thoughts beyond his control into the recycling bin in his mind and headed toward the Transfiguration classroom.

So as not to block the blackboard for the younger wizards behind them, Kane and the others deliberately sat at the very back of the classroom. At the front, Professor McGonagall picked up a piece of chalk and began writing on the board without another word.

No matter what magical subject it was, mastering it would inevitably become incredibly complicated in the later stages. Otherwise, the young wizards would not look so miserable at the end of every term.

After spending half the lesson fully understanding everything Professor McGonagall had taught, Kane leaned against the wall and rubbed his head. The Top Hat and Garland still did not restore SAN quickly enough. He needed to visit Professor Sprout's greenhouse tonight.

Once class ended, they hurried to the next classroom. The entire day was packed with study, and it was not until after dinner that they finally had a sliver of free time.

"By the way, Kane, we'll take you to that Chamber of Secrets on the Fourth Floor Corridor later. You should get familiar with the route first,"