Hogwarts: Don't Starve in the Forbidden Forest Chapter 75 75: Hmph, Little Snape—How Could He Ever Make Me

"Logan, Joseph—who was it that hung you here?"

Early in the morning, standing in the center of the Great Hall, Snape had just lowered the two miserable little wizards from the dod ceiling. He spoke with a voice thick with suppressed fury.

Dumbledore let out a soft cough. "Severus, perhaps you should calm yourself. You'll frighten them."

"How right you are, Dumbledore," Snape replied, his voice trailing upward in a sharp, mocking lilt. He turned his gaze back to the two boys. "Now. Tell . Who did this to you?"

"Gryffindor's Kane Heiss!" Logan's shout was loud enough to be heard by the House-elves cooking in the basent.

"Eh???"

A wave of confusion swept through the Great Hall. Every student eating breakfast and most of the professors looked up, taphorical question marks popping up above their heads.

Logan and Joseph were known to be among the rowdier second-years in Slytherin. At Hogwarts, you generally don't act that "bold" unless you have so serious magical skill to back it up.

As for Kane—while he was famous for being the resident "fashion disaster" and "weird magic specialist"—no one could quite believe a first-year had successfully rounded up and subdued two second-years.

But the mont Logan spoke, Snape felt a strange sense of resignation. Everything clicked. Given what he knew, Kane was indeed capable of hanging these two from the rafters.

However, while Snape had planned to keep a respectful distance from the "eccentric" Kane, he wasn't about to let his own house's students be bullied—especially in such a humiliating fashion.

"So, Professor McGonagall, don't you think we should have Mr. Heiss join us?" Snape looked at McGonagall, his pale face pulled tight.

"Percy, please bring Mr. Heiss to my office," McGonagall instructed. Unlike Snape, who simply believed Kane had the ability to cause trouble, she also knew Kane had the heart for it.

Professor McGonagall's Office

McGonagall, Snape, and the two victims waited. While McGonagall was puzzled and Snape was ready to prosecute, Logan sat with an air of absolute confidence.

Joseph, on the other hand, was the definition of restless. Others might not know the truth, but they and Kane certainly did: last night, they had started it. If Snape found out they had picked a fight and lost so pathetically, he might actually skin them alive.

"Logan, we should have just let this go!" Joseph hissed through gritted teeth.

"It's two against one, Joseph! Do you really think Snape will use Veritaserum for sothing this small? Just keep your mouth shut and deny everything. I'm telling you now, even if Snape threatens with a Killing Curse, I won't crack!"

Shortly after, Kane arrived, wearing his unique "dual-layered" headgear—a Viking horn hat stacked atop a top hat.

He had two Thermal Stones in his pockets, which weighed down his long, black fur-trimd robes by at least two centiters.

McGonagall looked at his outfit and pursed her lips, unable to help herself. "Heiss... does your attire have to be quite so... revolting? You're such a lovely child otherwise..."

"Professor McGonagall," Snape interjected hollowly.

McGonagall snapped back to professional mode, her expression turning stern. "Mr. Heiss, I believe you owe us an explanation as to why you hung two innocent Slytherin students in the Great Hall."

Three question marks practically materialized over Kane's head. "So... did no one bother to ask these two 'victims' who started the fight and who was acting in self-defense?"

Snape paused. Statistically speaking, if there was a conflict at Hogwarts, there was an 80% chance that Slytherin had started it. His initial reaction had been a pure "PTSD" response to seeing his students hung up in public, which had clouded his judgnt.

Still, he decided to give his house one last chance. He looked at Kane. "Are you asserting that you did not initiate the conflict?"

"I'd be happy to take Veritaserum," Kane replied, rolling his eyes.

The way Hogwarts handled conflict was so lax with evidence it made him wonder about the Ministry of Magic. If this was how the school functioned, no wonder Azkaban was probably filled with more wrongful convictions than the Constant has frogs during a spring rain.

Seeing Kane's fearless expression, Snape knew the truth. He turned to Logan and Joseph. He didn't even raise his voice; he just spoke with a chilling, calm precision: "Tell the truth."

Joseph held his breath, ready to follow Logan's plan of "denying everything until death," but the "tough" Logan broke instantly.

"It was us! We started it! But it wasn't our fault! Flint was criticized by McGonagall because of Kane Heiss, and he was bitter! He gave us this miserable task! It's all Flint's fault! Professor Snape, please have rcy—and please don't tell Flint we let it slip!"

Joseph stared at Logan in total disbelief. He felt like a general ready to die in battle, only to watch his King surrender before the first arrow was fired.

But now that the truth was out, he felt a rare sense of relief. At worst, they'd just be shoved into the common room lockers by Flint for a while. They were used to it.

Snape took a long, slow breath. He should have known. "Get back to the Slytherin common room. You are to scrub the public washrooms until they are spotless—without magic. Then, expect a week of detention with Filch."

Logan and Joseph scrambled out of the office like they'd just been granted a royal pardon. Once the door shut, Joseph exhaled.

"I thought you said we were going to stick to the story no matter what? You looked so nervous back there—you left a puddle of sweat on the floor."

"Ha! Don't be ridiculous," Logan scoffed. "A little pressure from Snape making sweat? Impossible."

"Maybe you should check for yourself?" Joseph rolled his eyes.

Logan reached down to check, still scoffing. "See? I told you. Not sweat."

"But there's water on the ground."

"There's water, sure. But it's definitely not sweat."

As they wandered off, a pop echoed in the corridor. A House-elf wearing a Hogwarts pillowcase appeared, grumbling as it began to mop up the mysterious puddle.

Back in the Office

"So, am I done here?" Kane asked, shrugging.

McGonagall nodded, looking quite embarrassed. Even if Snape wanted to push further, she would have shielded Kane.

After all, this was technically her fault. By using Kane to embarrass half the senior class during the Transfiguration review, she had inadvertently painted a target on his back.

With an apologetic expression, she pulled a book from her shelf—her personal Transfiguration notes from her own school days—and handed them to Kane.

"This was an oversight on my part. Rest assured, Mr. Heiss, I don't believe anyone will be bothering you again." She turned to Snape. "Am I correct, Severus?"

Snape gave a curt nod. "Correct."

Kane took the notes and looked at Snape with the sa expectant expression he'd just given McGonagall.

"You don't seriously think you're getting a reward from , do you?" Snape hissed.

Erm...

Sensing the shift in the "eye-contact battle," Kane decided to retreat while he was ahead. He left the office and headed back to the Gryffindor common room.

He was too wired to sleep now, so he found the trio in their usual corner, sat on the sofa, and began reading the notes.

Unlike Harry and Ron, who weren't particularly bothered by house points, Hermione was distraught. She asked worriedly, "Kane, did you lose more points—wait, what is that book?"

Kane held up the leather-bound volu. "This? Just so light reading."

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