We Are Righteous Heroes, and One Day We Will Defeat the Evil Dumbledore

When Lockhart woke up, all he could see was the Thinking Cap Kane had worn out and casually tossed onto the floor.

The jellyfish twitched intermittently, while the brain inside it no longer held the slightest spark of intelligence. It was nothing but a lump of flesh.

Kane was adjusting his new broom.

Compared to his previous broom, this new one merely had a huge orange gemstone added behind the handle. At first glance, the entire gem looked like a motorcycle's fuel tank.

"Uh, Kane, you spent the entire day working on this thing?" Lockhart moved closer and cautiously glanced at it. Only after confirming that it had no bizarre aesthetic did he let out a long breath.

"The main body of my previous broom was called the Walking Cane. It was some kind of alchemical item that could increase its owner's speed by twenty-five percent, so I asked Dumbledore for twelve Phoenix tail feathers and turned it into a flying broom."

"Twelve Phoenix tail feathers, plus a twenty-five percent speed boost... Kane, you're really lucky to still be alive. Didn't your parents object?" Lockhart patted his chest, still shaken.

Of course, there were some things he did not say.

At such a high speed, Kane had not crashed to death. He really was absurdly lucky.

"Oh, I'm an orphan. I don't have parents."

After saying that, Kane looked at Lockhart. The latter's face had gone deathly pale, his expression like that of a Muggle wizard who plugged an electric plug into a socket while blindfolded, only to remove the blindfold and discover that the so-called socket was Voldemort's nostril.

Kane did not even need to guess why Lockhart looked like that. He waved his hand helplessly. "I'm not particularly bothered by it, and I'm not some demon who starts