High emotional intelligence, dressed in a Greek style.
Low emotional intelligence is like wearing a tattered rag.
This is what Draco is dressed like now.
Ginny covered her mouth, her face full of disgust, "What kind of perverts are your friends?"
The next second, she rushed out of the carriage.
Harry and the others were so stunned that they didn't notice Ginny leaving.
They're starting to doubt their own eyes.
In just over ten days, Malfoy underwent a complete transformation.
First, there's his hairstyle: a slicked-back look with every strand standing upright.
Secondly, there were earrings; not only were their ears pierced, but the earrings also had metal-carved skulls hanging from them.
He wore a black rag, and his bracelet, gleaming with a metallic sheen, was covered with marks that looked like dried blood.
Compared to all that, his studded jeans and riding boots were nothing.
They weren't surprised by Draco's muscular physique, which annoyed Draco, who was casually striking various poses to show off his body.
During his time back at the manor, Draco discovered that his body was beginning to develop abnormally.
Although his height hasn't changed, his lean frame with its ribcage is clearly muscular.
This made him very proud.
Inside the Slytherin carriage.
Even with Pansy's murderous glare, he still managed to show off his current physique from every angle.
Then he thought of Harry.
But now.
They didn't even notice his limbs or the muscles protruding from his abdomen.
The red-haired Weasley girl probably noticed.
But she said she was a pervert?
Hateful!
This is a hopeless style!
The design by Sophie, the boss of Hester!
Thinking of this, he forgot his question from earlier, and his anger flared up unconsciously.
Then, yawn!
Harry leaned back, a wave of heat mixed with a few sparks brushing past his nose and landing on the glass window.
"Sorry," Draco rubbed his nose, "My nose gets itchy whenever I'm emotionally unstable."
"Sneezed?" Ron looked at Harry.
"Spark?" Harry looked at Ron as well.
The two nodded, then exclaimed in unison, "Dragon Pox!!"
Draco's health instantly turned red.
No Malfoy was unaware of what Dragon Pox was.
The black rag covering the upper body began to spontaneously combust without fire.
The exposed tattoo, starting from the heart and spreading outwards, emitted a red glow.
Violent!
The ferocious dragon head roared.
The jet-black dragon head turned, its bright yellow vertical pupils staring ahead.
Harry and the others were completely stunned.
That's the Hungarian Horntail!
Draco was expressionless, with sickly white skin and tattoos that flowed like boiling magma on his neck, gradually forming the rest of the dragon.
After the dragon's head.
Next came its back, covered in bronze spikes, and its enormous black bat wings.
It also has a tail with bronze-colored spikes.
It was as if a Hungarian Horntail had broken free from Draco Malfoy's body.
This scene was truly horrifying.
Behind Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, whose hands were unconsciously reaching for the cake, couldn't help but back away.
The corridor suddenly erupted in excitement.
The students who had been drawn out of the carriage by Draco's outlandish attire gasped in surprise.
"Make way!" Nymphadora Tonks suddenly transformed into his usual, outward-facing form, bursting into the corridor and pushing aside the crowd of onlookers.
Holding his wand, he pointed it in Draco's direction.
The fierce little dragon hovered in mid-air, gently licking Draco's raised finger.
At the same time, this also successfully showcased the well-defined contours of his arms and the muscle lines throughout his body.
Therefore, he was extremely proud of himself, to the point that he ignored the crowd gathered behind him and in the corridor to his right.
This also includes Nymphadora Tonks pointing his wand.
"Hmph!" Draco's pointed face rose high. "This isn't Dragon Pox!"
"This is the tattoo magic developed by my grandfather Abraxas Malfoy!"
"Now it will happen to me again!"
He now guessed what Harry and the others had been talking about earlier: the origin of Dragon Pox and how his grandfather had died from Dragon Pox.
Now is the time to clear my grandfather's name!
"So, my grandfather didn't die from that ridiculous Dragon Pox!"
"Instead, I dedicate myself to researching magic, to achieving even greater power!"
A Hungarian Horntail, no bigger than a kitten, mimicked the action by spewing out a column of flame.
Crabbe and Goyle, who had been far away from Draco and close to the other side of the carriage, stood upright with their hands on their hips, one on each side of Draco.
Nymphadora Tonks also put away his wand.
She rolled her eyes and stepped forward, rudely interrupting Draco's pretentious act, "Kid! Nobody cares whether your grandfather is chaste or not."
"Put your clothes on and get into the carriage as fast as you can!"
Um?
Draco remained aloof and motionless.
With his gaze mirroring that of the fire dragon, he had no need to be moved by such a trivial person.
The dragon turned its head and glared in the direction from which the sound came.
The next second, he burst into the carriage with lightning speed.
Bang!
The carriage door was closed.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were left outside, were completely bewildered.
Whoosh!
The carriage door opened rapidly, and the two still bewildered people were pulled inside.
Bang!
The carriage doors closed again.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ron cursed.
The train carriages are too crowded now.
Crabbe's butt almost touched the Cauldron Cake.
Draco's face turned even paler, as if he had seen something terrifying.
The cat-sized dragon was the same; it covered its eyes with its wings, and most of its body was submerged in Draco's skin, leaving only its tail trembling outside.
"Auror! Nymphadora Tonks, the villain! — My cousin who was expelled from the Black Family genealogy." Draco said tremulously, barely managing to regain his composure.
Crabbe and Goyle, both from Death Eater families, were too frightened to utter a sound and huddled together.
"Nymphadora Tonks!" Harry exclaimed.
"The niece Sirius was showing off? The elite who surpassed Mad-Eye? She was in the car too?" Lupin's pupils contracted.
"That genius Auror who took down Walter White, Gustavo Flynn, and Mike Ermenshort in one fell swoop?" Ron rattled off the names like the back of his hand.
Although all three of them had read the newspaper and heard Sirius boast, only Ron remembered almost everything.
As long as it's not serious knowledge that can be used as conversation starters, Ron can always remember it easily, almost like he has a photographic memory.
"Why is she in the car?" Draco had already changed into his Hogwarts clothes (which were in his bag, being held by Crabbe).
"To catch Peter Pettigrew," Ron stroked his chin, "the Ministry of Magic thinks he'll come looking for Harry."
Harry glanced at Lupin and nodded quickly, "Yes! The Ministry of Magic drove us to the train station."
Just as Draco and the others were about to breathe a sigh of relief with expressions of "I see, "Lupin shook his head.
He said dejectedly, "No, it's because of me."
"You?" Draco as if he'd heard a joke. "Aren't you Werewolf?"
Having seen real Werewolf with furry wolf heads at the School of Good and Evil, he wasn't afraid of Hook, a comical Werewolf only grew a single chest hair.
Crabbe and Goyle, on the other hand, huddled together again.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Lupin's eyes welled up with tears.
"Of course not!" Draco patted Lupin on the shoulder like an older brother.
Lupin's anxiety subsided.
As for Crabbe and Goyle, who cares about them huddled together?
Ron and Harry smiled.
He didn't even notice who originally sat in the spot where Draco was sitting.
In the bustling corridor.
Ginny muttered bad things about Ron and Harry while looking around, hoping to find Basil's carriage.
Until a faint voice rang out.
"Ginny!"
Ginny thought the name sounded familiar and turned to look.
Her first thought was, "An empty carriage? Did we just look in the wrong direction?"
Then came, "Luna!"
That was Luna, her friend from the Lovegood family in the Ottery St Catchpole, sitting by the window.
She hurried inside, exclaiming, "I almost forgot, you started school in the same year as me!"
Ginny was instinctively relieved that Ron wasn't there; if he were, he might have disappointedly asked why the carriage was so empty and no one was sitting there.
Although Luna is cute and kind-hearted, her appearance and demeanor are things that normal people would not want to get close to.
Not to mention, she often makes up animals that don't exist.
If all these animals were recorded, it would probably be enough to write another book, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
Even Ginny, as her friend, hadn't heard of them all.
For example, right now.
Ginny hadn't even settled into her seat when Luna asked with concern, "Are you bothered by Wrackspurt?"
"What is it?" Ginny asked with interest.
"Wrackspurt ...they're invisible, they float into your ears and mess with your head," she said. "I think I just felt one buzzing around here."
She clapped her hands in the air, as if trying to shoo away an invisible giant moth.
"Wrackspurt? Yes, there are too many Wrackspurt!" Ginny nodded.
She always felt that Luna was describing her troubles in a more interesting way, and she did indeed have a lot of troubles right now.
What are Basil and Hermione Granger doing?
Why did she like Harry Potter in the past?
That pesky Draco Malfoy's armpit.
What exactly is the form of a branch campus?
Is it really true, as Ron said, that we need to defeat the Troll?
Where will she be assigned?
Will I have the honor of being in the same college as Basil?
Thinking about all this, she stood up and started patting in the air, just like Luna.
"Ginny?"
What are you doing here?
"Hello, Luna, it's nice to see you again." x2
With a whoosh, the door opened.
Two almost identical heads with fiery red hair emerged.
"Hello." Luna stopped what she was doing.
"Fred, George?" Ginny exclaimed in surprise.
"You don't know, Ron and Harry's friends are disgusting."
"He was wearing a tattered piece of cloth, with his armpits showing everywhere."
"Then I ran out."
Fred and George exchanged a glance.
They began to sing in unison.
"So you're saying—"
"Draco Malfoy really brought a fire dragon into the car."
"The Buster of Crime—"
"Nymphadora Tonks is really in the car!"
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "A fire dragon? I don't think so."
He was wearing only a rag and had a magic wand stuck in his pants pocket.
"Of the two chubby little guys behind me, the one on the left has a small bag in his hand, but how could that possibly fit a fire dragon?"
"Hmm, it's not impossible, the Undetectable Extension Charm?"
Luna quickly unfolded the newspaper in her hand.
It's written here.
Ginny, Fred, and George all looked on with suspicion.
Ginny understood the nature of "The Quibbler".
Fred and George even went directly to the place where the newspaper was printed.
But their attention was still drawn to the huge headline.
[Son follows father's business - a criminal industry chain!]
The Malfoy family's sinister business—dragon smuggling—began to be inherited by 12-year-old Draco Malfoy.
In mid-to-late August of this summer, he and Narcissa Malfoy disappeared for quite some time.
But Lady Taco of Rosewater discovered it.
Ginny and the others didn't read any further.
Although the Malfoy family is Death Eater family, they have never been involved in the dragon smuggling business.
As a member of the Weasley Malfoy family, the Weasley family's rivals.
No one knew Malfoy better than them.
"Then we'll be going now."
"I won't bother you any longer."
Fred and George quickly said.
Then, with a bang, the carriage door slammed shut.
Luna held up the newspaper, staring intently at her friend's face.
I hope she can offer some positive feedback.
Meanwhile, in the Chat Group...
The condemnation of Sophie has long since ended.
The footage of the Harry's carriage broadcast by Basil instantly filled the group chat with laughter.
At first, only Madison and Zoe were interested in the magical world of Harry Potter.
Madison: "Dragon Plague Syphilis actually thought what I thought! How is that possible? Consider the size of humans and fire-breathing dragons. Even the smallest Peruvian Vipertooth— "
Zoe: "Swelling Solution? We all know that wizards have many amazing spells that aren't written in books. Not to mention that the wizards who deal with dragons are the best of the best. They must have spells that can handle it."
But then Draco appeared.
Sophie: "Hester's magic! Draco has mastered it so quickly? Not bad!"
Beatrix: "Hmph! Another hopeless situation."
Madison: "What is he doing? Taking off his clothes with a single click?"
Zoe: "Huh? Why aren't Ron's eyes moving?"
Bellatrix: "Could it be, Ron and Draco— "
Madison: "Nonsense! Hurd is the true one! Rhodey is a heretic, get out!"
Beatrix: "What does 'get lost' mean? What is 'heretical'? When did you learn such princely language?"
Bellatrix: "You can check the group store; there's a file there called 'Common Internet Terms.' You can download it and study it."
Beatrix: "Thank you, Isabella!"
Bellatrix: "I said this hundreds of years ago, just call me Bellatrix."
Beatrix: "Yes, Isabella."
"It's so nice to call you that, it feels like forever."
Bellatrix: "Logout."
Madison: "Why are they all so afraid of Nymphadora Tonks? What did we miss?"
Zoe: "Basil"
Beatrix: "Basil"
Ariana: "Basil"
Madison: "!!! Ariana, where did you go?"
Zoe: "Today is school day! She's in the same carriage as Bucky!"
Beatrix: "Well, if it's Ariana— "