Malfoy, when did he arrive?

? ? !

Hermione stared wide-eyed at the toad in Ethan's hand, exclaiming in shock, "How is this possible?!"

The textbook clearly states that the Spell of Flying Appearance cannot be used on living beings!

"Perhaps you should read more extracurricular books, miss."

Ethan waved his wand with a hint of disdain and whispered a levitation spell.

He flew the ugly, slimy toad in his hand to Neville.

The round-faced boy looked flattered and quickly accepted the toad, holding it as if it were a precious treasure, stammering "thank you."

"Ordinary summoning spells cannot work on living beings, but decades ago, wizards invented summoning spells that were specifically designed for certain creatures."

"For example, the great macabre conservationist, Mr. Newt Scamander, and his Niffler."

Ethan lowered his head and cast a "Cleanse" spell on his palm.

Then, he put down his wand.

He turned his head and smiled at Hermione, who was completely speechless:

"So, it's not impossible that I happened to find this 'Toad Flies By' story in an old book and learned it, is it?"

"..."

Hermione opened her mouth.

Lost.

We lost completely.

The spell that I originally wanted to show off is now unnecessary to even be cast.

With Ethan's excellent Summoning Spell preceding her, what she knew could only be considered as following the script.

Moreover, although Hermione boasted that she had done ample preparation and training.

But he still can't compare to Ethan.

...This is a difference in talent.

As a top student since childhood, Hermione's eyes blazed with a fierce fire, and a strong sense of crisis arose within her.

—I recognized him in his eyes; he's a formidable competitor in the future!

"You come from a wizarding family, right? My name is Hermione Granger, and both my parents are Muggles. What's your name?"

Hermione had barely finished speaking.

Before Ethan could answer, a roar came from the corridor:

"Damn it! Whose damn toad is that?!"

!!!

Neville's eyes widened in surprise.

He clung tightly to the struggling toad, looking terrified that someone might covet his prized pet.

At this time.

It was only after a few people had belatedly realized that they should remember.

Just now, when the toad flew over, I think, I think... I heard a bang.

And... a scream?

"..."

Harry and Ron's eyes gradually filled with terror.

—This is clearly some unlucky guy who got hit by a toad flying at high speed!

A curse, multiple layers of damage.

Ethan, where did you learn your chain attack technique?!

Ethan: "Hehe."

After realizing what had happened...

Harry and Ron instinctively stood up and stood in front of Ethan.

Although Ethan's brain circuits seem to be different from those of normal people.

But the magic of friendship won't break so quickly.

Ethan is just a joker; he's a good person at heart.

In the end, he even helped Neville find his toad!

Because Ethan himself is rather thin.

The two people blocked his way, completely obscuring him.

......

Malfoy felt that his day had been incredibly strange.

First, he was tricked by that despicable Ethan and made a fool of himself in front of everyone.

Then, while walking peacefully in the corridor, I was suddenly punched by a toad that flew out of nowhere!

What did he do to deserve this?!

Malfoy was so angry that his eyes welled up with tears.

Since birth, young Master Malfoy has never suffered such injustice.

When he caught up with the foolish fat man and the toad in his hand, Malfoy immediately wanted to cast a curse.

If he could.

But just as Malfoy was about to unleash his fury...

Out of the corner of his eye, he unexpectedly caught sight of the person in the cubicle—Harry Potter.

This is exactly the savior he has been looking for.

Isn't that a coincidence?

Malfoy's eyes lit up. He suppressed his anger, forced a smile, and said:

"Being with such low-class people will only lead to all sorts of trouble, won't it?"

"..."

Harry's tense expression immediately turned serious.

"I am Draco Malfoy."

"You'll soon find that some wizarding families are much better off than others, Potter. You don't want to be friends with someone different, do you? I can help you with that."

As Malfoy spoke, he instinctively reached out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Harry.

However, a painful memory suddenly surfaced in his mind, causing him to freeze in place.

Two seconds later, Malfoy withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, crossed his arms, and looked at Harry.

Handshakes and all that... let's forget about it.

"I think I can tell who the oddballs are, thanks," Harry said coldly.

Ron laughed loudly from the side.

"..."

Rejected twice in one day, Malfoy finally lost his temper and roared:

"A poor, red-haired mole, an incredibly fat idiot, and a buck-toothed girl... Ha!"

"You'd rather hang out with these freaks than join the glorious evolution, is that it? How depraved!"

"If I were you, I should be more polite! 'Broken'!"

"Otherwise, be careful you don't end up like your parents! They don't know what's good for them!"

Relying on the two tall and strong thugs behind him, Malfoy began to spew wild and unrestrained insults.

"What did you say?!"

Ron shouted and was about to rush over when he was blocked by two tall and strong bodyguards behind Malfoy.

Malfoy chuckled as he looked at their impotent rage, feeling his shattered pride return.

Yes.

He is a noble Malfoy, a pure-blooded aristocrat.

How could I be scared by that kind of freak...?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"go out."

Harry said coldly, clenching his fists and glaring angrily at Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked. "Oh, you want to fight on the first day of school, huh, savior?"

With two burly bodyguards by his side, how could he possibly lose?

Gore and Crabbe also grinned maliciously.

They looked greedily at the unfinished snacks on the seats, and reached out, intending to shove the two people blocking their way.

Just then.

A clear, bright voice, completely out of place with the tense atmosphere, rang out from behind Harry and Ron:

"You mean, I'm one of the freaks too, is that right?"

Harry whirled his head around.

I saw the opening in the clothes behind me.

The thin boy seemed completely oblivious to the situation, a kind smile still on his face.

Tonic!

Harry felt a wave of despair.

Ethan was about the same size as him, and he also stepped forward to serve food.

However, what happened next left Harry stunned.

They saw Ethan's Malfoy and looked as if they had seen a ghost.

His eyes widened instantly, and his previously flushed face turned deathly pale.

His lips trembled, and he staggered backward, almost falling to the ground at any moment.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a thin, lightly dressed boy, but an incredibly terrifying demon!

"You...how did you get here...Ethan Vincent!"

Upon hearing this, it was as if he had been struck by lightning and suddenly understood.

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Ethan and then at Malfoy.

He finally remembered.

Where on earth had he heard the name "Ethan Vincent"?

It was his father, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, who came home one day and shared some gossip about the Ministry of Magic with them!

—[Ethan Vincent, a wicked little painter who once appeared on the Ministry of Magic's list of potentially dangerous individuals, whose paintings are considered to have a psychological impact!!]

Dad wouldn't even let them see the book "The Quibbler" with Ethan's illustrations.

Ron only knew that his twin brother had managed to get his hands on a copy.

For the next whole week, for some reason, I didn't touch the flying broom.

So it was Ethan Vincent!

Now, Ron seemed to understand who had made the mighty Malfoy cry...