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Clearly, compared with Gryffindor's points, Hermione valued practical knowledge more.

Kane pointed at Professor McGonagall's notes in his hand. "You mean this?"

Hermione nodded.

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"Oh, these are Professor McGonagall's notes. Once I'm done reading them, you can borrow them and copy them if you need to."

Hermione pursed her lips, looking like a speechless little kitten.

She had thought Professor McGonagall was Hogwarts' only light—the absolute embodiment of selflessness, fairness, and justice. If she said points were deducted, points were deducted; if she said detention, then detention.

Even Headmaster Dumbledore had to avoid the sharp edge of her Celestial Dragon aura. Only Professor McGonagall was the sole light for ordinary young wizards at Hogwarts.

And now Kane was telling her that last night, he had hung two Slytherins from the Great Hall's ceiling all night, nearly turning them into air-dried cured meat, yet this morning he had spent less than ten minutes in Professor McGonagall's office.

Not only had Gryffindor not lost a single point, but he had even brought back Professor McGonagall's notes?

"By the way, what happened to those two Slytherins?" Harry and Ron's focus was nowhere near as strange. They asked the question Hermione absolutely did not dare ask.

"Oh, Snape told them to go back and scrub the Slytherin Common Washroom. He also said he was giving them detention," Kane said indifferently as he read.

Harry and Ron both took delight in the two Slytherins' miserable fate, while Hermione stared up at the blazing sun outside the Gryffindor Common Room window as it melted the snow, her little face pale.

The sky over Hogwarts... had gone completely dark.

Kane looked at Hermione's ever-changing expression. Everyone at Hogwarts thought he had bizarre dressing habits and strange academic obsessions, that he often said things nobody