"Dick-Knot!"
Makiya pointed casually, and grey magic shot out like a spiritual snake, hitting a Slytherin. The boy immediately let out a blood-curdling scream, his expression twisting as he rolled on the floor.
Makiya: "..."
In reality, he hadn't actually cast a spell that time; he had simply released a stream of raw magic.
'I haven't even exerted myself yet, so why are you down already?'
'This kid is a natural actor; it's a shame he's not in Hollywood.'
Wherever Makiya went, not a single opponent could stand against him. The Slytherin boys fell one after another, their cries echoing through the train.
To suppress a crowd of wizards with a single magic spell was truly terrifying!
The girls in the crowd retreated repeatedly, their eyes filled with horror as they looked at Makiya.
They were terrified that Makiya might suddenly use some kind of evil magic targeted specifically at girls.
The wizards in the neighboring carriages didn't even dare to breathe. They covered their mouths and watched in silence as Makiya dominated the scene, afraid that if he lost himself in the heat of the moment, he would turn his wand on them as well.
Moments later, Makiya stood in the middle of the aisle and looked around; no one dared to meet his gaze.
Makiya wasn't a demon, after all. Seeing that the incident seemed to have settled, he returned to the door of his compartment and pointed his wand at the floor.
"Finite Knot."
A wave of magic spread quickly along the floor, sweeping through the groaning crowd in the corridor.
The magical effect had vanished, but the pain left behind was very real. It would take a long time to recover.
Some wizards on the floor peeked at their companions. Seeing that everyone was still wailing, they could only continue to fake their agony, praying their little act wouldn't be noticed.
It was a pity they weren't like the 'gym bros' Makiya had seen online in his previous life. Their bodies were far too fragile. Otherwise, they could have just toughed it out and been fine.
More Slytherins arrived on the scene. After hearing the whole story, they wisely abandoned any thought of standing up for their friends, instead lifting their companions and hurrying away.
He's not someone to be trifled with.
Inside the compartment, Makiya sat back in his seat as if nothing had happened, reopening his book and continuing from where he had left off.
Harry hadn't quite calmed down from his excitement yet, but seeing Makiya start to read, he sensibly kept his mouth shut. He sat there, cradling his two guns and grinning like an idiot.
Malfoy and his two lackeys huddled in the corner, exchanging looks of relief at having survived the ordeal.
The three of them kept their heads low and quietly crawled past the window of Makiya's compartment before they finally dared to stand up, trembling as they supported one another.
Looking at the Slytherin upperclassmen lying all over the floor, Malfoy forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
He knew he was in trouble. He had to tell his father about this immediately, or his life would be miserable once the upperclassmen decided to pay him a 'friendly' visit.
Hermione blinked her large eyes as she looked around, then opened the compartment door, intending to head out.
"Hey, where are you going?" Ron whispered.
"To find that freshman, of course. He's so powerful; surely he can help Neville find Trevor," Hermione said as if it were obvious.
Neville was also a freshman this year, and Trevor was the name of his pet toad.
After boarding the train, Neville had accidentally lost Trevor.
The kind-hearted Hermione, upon learning this, had volunteered to help search the entire train. It wasn't until she knocked on Malfoy's compartment that the previous scene of mockery occurred.
"Well, good luck then," the boy named Ron said, pursing his lips. He was somewhat afraid of Makiya and chose to stay inside the compartment.
"Thanks," the socially fearless Hermione replied politely. She closed the door and headed straight for Makiya's compartment.
Just as she reached the door, before she could even raise her hand to knock, the door opened automatically.
"May I help you?" Makiya asked, looking up.
Hermione scanned the room. Neither Makiya nor Harry had stood up, so the door must have been opened by magic.
'As expected of a child from a wizarding family, he knows so much!'
A hint of envy flashed through Hermione's heart. She had practically memorized the entire textbook and even taught herself a few spells, but now it seemed she was still far behind the children of true wizarding families.
'Everyone is so amazing. I have to study even harder!'
Hermione made a silent resolution. A smile appeared on her face as she said, "Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. You can just call me Hermione."
Makiya and Harry gave brief introductions as well. Facing their questioning gazes, Hermione asked openly, "Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one."
"No, we haven't seen it," Makiya replied with a shake of his head. "If that Neville student knew the Summoning Charm, things would be much simpler. If he doesn't, please tell him that sometimes you don't need to force a search for lost things. Just let nature take its course. Perhaps Trevor will appear before him in an unexpected way. That's just how the wizarding world works."
Hermione was left a bit confused, but she thanked him politely and turned to leave, continuing her search for Neville's pet.
Makiya didn't try to keep her or continue the conversation. Compared to the young Hermione, he was more curious about the French Veela, Fleur Delacour. He had heard she had long silvery-white hair and was incredibly beautiful.
As is well known, white hair is a direct hit to the aesthetic of people from his homeland; he wanted to see if he could handle the temptation.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the prefects' carriage was heavy.
Four boys sat around a round table. No one spoke, and a mysterious pressure gradually enveloped the area.
There are four houses at Hogwarts, and each house selects one male and one female prefect from the fifth-year students to assist the Heads of House in managing the students.
Prefects enjoy significant power and special privileges, such as having an oversized prefects' bathroom and exclusive carriages on the Hogwarts Express.
At this moment, the four male prefects had tacitly sent the four female prefects away to hold an important meeting.
As dusk approached, the sunlight faded, and darkness shrouded the land.
The prefects' carriage was pitch black, with only a single ornate candelabra in the center of the table. The dim light illuminated the faces of the four boys.
A breeze stirred the air, causing the flames to flicker as if in response to the heavy and treacherous atmosphere.
"That magic must never be allowed to spread, or at the very least, it must not be learned by the girls. We need to negotiate with that young wizard and pay whatever price is necessary..." the Slytherin prefect said, finally breaking the silence.
"I agree. Otherwise, we men will never have a day of peace," the Hufflepuff prefect added, his expression grave.
He had recently started dating a beautiful witch from Ravenclaw.
Like all Ravenclaws, his girlfriend was curious about everything. The two had already discussed the 'primitive movements of life' multiple times.
If his girlfriend learned that spell, she would definitely use it on him—maybe even observe the effects up close.
The consequences were far too severe. The Hufflepuff prefect didn't dare imagine what his future life would be like.
The Gryffindor prefect, Percy Weasley, also nodded in agreement. Although Gryffindor and Slytherin were usually at odds, for the first time, the boundaries between the four houses were broken. They were all just brothers in misery.
Now that the four prefects had reached a consensus, a new problem arose.
Who was going to talk to the young wizard?
The meeting fell into a stalemate. The young wizard didn't look like an easy person to talk to, and no one wanted to be the one to stick their neck out.
Because if they mishandled it, the one who stuck their neck out might end up with their 'bird' in a knot. The risk was simply too high.
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