Do I Fight Kane? Seriously?

Soon, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

For certain unavoidable reasons, Hermione and Ron decisively abandoned Kane and Harry, those two partners in misery.

After all, if the two of them sat separately, four people would suffer. But if they sat together, only the two of them would suffer.

Not only Hermione and Ron, but the other Gryffindor students would be grateful to them as well.

Just as Kane and Harry, seated in the corner at the very back, were fidgeting uneasily, Snape swept in with his billowing robes.

"Use your ridiculous magic to put away your desks and chairs, stacking them along both sides of the classroom. Defense Against the Dark Arts is for practical work, not reading from books word for word." With a single sentence from the podium, Snape made Kane and Harry's eyes light up.

Honestly, if Snape really favored this sort of hands-on teaching style, then putting up with him a little would not be impossible. What was a bit of scolding? They could accept that.

Very quickly, Snape split them into two groups, then began pacing between them and lecturing like a military drill instructor.

"Perhaps Professor Quirrell told you many colorful, let me think, fairy tales about vampires and bedtime ditties about Red Caps. But regrettably, that is all you learned. I do not believe that, over more than half a term, you learned any truly useful spells from him."

"After all, even he himself went on a rather disgraceful adventure and, with a bang, blew out an entire wall."

"It looks like Snape really has quite a grudge against Professor Quirrell." Kane and Harry remained at the very edge of their line, whispering so quietly that only they could hear.

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