Three Blades Were All I Needed to Make Voldemort's Eyes Pop! [4K Mega Chapter]

"Perhaps it was because I hadn't told you the truth. Keep moving forward, Kane," Voldemort said as he continued leading Kane onward.

Voldemort looked at the flames before them, which Snape should have created, then glanced at Kane behind him. "Go on."

Kane raised both hands in surrender. "Heavens have mercy. Ever since I turned a Boil-Cure Potion into a Frog-leg Sandwich in my very first class, Professor Snape has wanted to stuff me into a cauldron every time he sees me. There's really no way I can alter this challenge."

Listening to Kane's heartrending complaint, Voldemort pursed his lips awkwardly. That did seem to be the case. Kane's sheer absurdity in Potions perfectly canceled out his talent for the Dark Arts, creating a strange sort of balance.

Suddenly feeling relieved, Voldemort felt that Kane's talent was no longer quite so appealing... Well, that was too absolute. Overall, the good still outweighed the bad.

Thus, after studying the problem for a while, Voldemort decisively rejected Kane's insider answer. He insisted on calculating it himself, only to discover that the answer was exactly the same as the one Kane had pointed out.

Awkwardly, he drank the Fireproof Potion and passed through the flames with Kane.

At the final Chamber of Secrets, Maxwell's Gate, which looked as though it had been assembled from rubbish, stood in the middle of the room. The Mirror of Erised that Dumbledore had originally prepared in the corner had been moved aside by Kane, its backside facing them.

"Seriously, Kane, I don't even need to ask to know whose creation this... gate is. Perhaps you are the only person in all of Hogwarts who likes this garbage-patchwork style. It's as disgusting as your hat," Voldemort said with restrained disdain.

"Didn't you wear the Feathered Hat I gave