Hah, Snape? How Could He Possibly Make Me Break a Sweat?

"Logan, Joseph, who hung you up here?"

Early that morning, Snape stood in the center of the Great Hall. Having just lowered the two pitiful young wizards from the vaulted ceiling, he spoke with suppressed fury.

Dumbledore gave a light cough. "Severus, perhaps you should calm down. You'll frighten them like this."

"You're absolutely right, Dumbledore." Snape's final note rose slightly as he turned back to the two young wizards. "Now, please tell me who hung the two of you up."

"Kane Hiss from Gryffindor!" Logan shouted loudly enough for the house-elves cooking in the dungeons to hear.

"Hm???"

Every young wizard who had come to eat in the Great Hall, along with most of the professors, had question marks popping up over their heads.

After all, Logan and Joseph were among the more unruly second-years in Slytherin. And at Hogwarts, unless someone had some serious tricks up their sleeve, they absolutely wouldn't dare act up.

As for Kane, he was quite famous too—the notorious cross-dressing eccentric of Hogwarts, with a few vicious magical tricks of his own. Still, they couldn't believe two second-year wizards had been dealt with by Kane, a first-year.

Yet the instant Logan said it, Snape understood.

Everything made sense. Kane really was capable of hanging those two young wizards from the ceiling.

Though he had indeed intended to keep his distance from Kane, he would never allow students from his House to be bullied, especially in such a humiliating manner.

"So, Professor McGonagall, should we call Mr. Heath over?" Snape looked at Professor McGonagall, his pale face drawn tight.

"Percy, please bring Mr. Heath to my office." Unlike Snape, who merely believed Kane had the ability to cause trouble, Professor McGonagall believed more than that.

She not only believed Kane could cause trouble; she also