The Ceiling's Special Hanging Decoration

When night fell in the Eternal Realm, it was truly pitch-black; without a light source, it was no different from being blind.

The same was true when he cast Shadow Emergence now. It was impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. In the darkness, Charlie could do anything she wanted, and Kane was much the same, since Shadow Emergence used his own shadows.

In the darkness, Charlie would indiscriminately attack anyone without a light source. Well, except her sister.

And Kane... if he wanted to, he should have been able to indiscriminately attack everyone within his shadows too. Of course, he would not do that.

After all, as Voldemort had said, he could detect Kane's presence through magical fluctuations. It was not just a matter of alerting the enemy; Kane had accepted Dumbledore's performance fee, so he had to be professional.

"Very good, Kane. I think you've learned it quite well. Put it away." Voldemort remained standing motionlessly behind the desk, speaking to himself.

Kane nodded. As the shadows receded from the outermost layer, the office's original appearance was gradually revealed. At that moment, Voldemort felt somewhat weak and supported himself on the desk as he sat down.

"All right, Kane. I think you did very well in today's lesson. You may leave."

"So soon?" Kane raised an eyebrow.

"Why else do you think schools have breaks between classes?" Voldemort retorted.

"Fair enough. See you next Wednesday, Professor Quirrell." Kane left Quirrell's office. It was time to go back and get some proper sleep.

On his way back to Gryffindor Tower, Kane held up his glowing wand as he walked, yawning. Suddenly, he sensed something strange.

It felt as though someone was secretly watching him. Not the kind of gaze from the God of Death, but...

Well,