Travel Buddy?

"Travel buddy?" Kane hurriedly shook his head as he looked into Dumbledore's eyes, which could barely be called sincere. "I don't think that'll be necessary. I finally got away from the professors and Filch after leaving Hogwarts. I don't want someone else keeping an eye on me."

"Trust me, Kane. If you truly intend to travel through the Wizarding World alone, then you really need an adult wizard with you."

As he spoke, Dumbledore took out his Elder Wand. "Every wand has something called a Trace inside it. The Ministry of Magic uses it to monitor underage wizards casting spells outside school. If there isn't an adult wizard around you, I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic will come looking for you."

Kane rolled his eyes. Never mind that his wand was custom-made; more importantly, he had used it for an entire semester. He truly could not imagine any material still retaining its original properties after soaking in his shadow for a semester.

"Mm, even if the Trace is dealt with, you'll still need..." Dumbledore glanced at Kane's expression, which practically read: I'll just quietly watch you perform.

"Fine. This is actually a personal matter of mine. Since Quirrell exploded, and I don't want Severus to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for an entire semester, I desperately need someone to take the position for your next school year," Dumbledore said, his brows slowly relaxing.

"You should've just said so." Kane set his flying broom upright on the ground and leaned against it. "So you want me to get acquainted with next semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor ahead of time?

With your reputation, you can't even invite a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Dumbledore's lips curved into a suitably bashful smile. "Unfortunately, Professor Quirrell, who