Have I Become Charlie?

"Gryffindor, five points deducted. Mr. Heath can have them back when he submits that five-foot self-criticism."

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, two waves of sinking sounds rose through the classroom.

Ugh~

Phew~

The first had come from the helpless Gryffindor students, while the second had come from Kane in relief. They were only points, after all. He had earned so many before; losing a few now was perfectly reasonable.

The class ended soon enough, and exactly zero people came looking for trouble with Kane. Good. It seemed everyone at Hogwarts was normal. No one would come stir up something that could easily get them expelled over such trivial nonsense.

There was one more thing. While Kane thought losing points was perfectly reasonable, Hermione clearly did not. In the common room, she watched over him as he finished that five-foot self-criticism by the fireplace, only then nodding in approval.

"Although every word you wrote is as thin and tall as Senior Percy, Professor McGonagall probably won't mind," Hermione said with a nod.

"Thanks for the compliment. I'll go find Professor McGonagall first." Kane picked up his self-criticism and left the common room.

After handing in his self-criticism at Professor McGonagall's office and reclaiming the five deducted points, he hurried straight to Snape's office and knocked. Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in!"

Soon, Snape saw Kane walk in with a broad smile on his face.

"Professor, I'm going to Professor Quirrell's office later, so I came to get a bottle of Brain Fog Potion." Knowing that Snape particularly disliked him, Kane put on a flattering smile as he spoke.

"The silver bottle on the shelf. Get it yourself," Snape said without looking up.

"Got it." Kane nodded and was about to head for the shelf when Snape suddenly recalled some unpleasant