Harry suddenly clutched his faintly prickling scar and stared in shock at the witch standing among Malfoy's group.
The witch looked utterly ordinary. Harry was certain he had never met her before.
Yet the moment she heard someone call his name, the witch suddenly fixed him with a fanatical gaze.
"Is that him?"
Harry saw the witch abruptly seize Draco's arm with such force that even Draco wore an expression of fear and pain.
"That's Harry Potter, isn't it, Draco?!"
"I..."
Draco seemed terrified of the witch. Though he did not want to answer, he did not dare lie either.
"Let go of my son, B. Sel!"
Narcissa's face changed drastically. She grabbed the wrist of the witch called B. Sel, her expression alarmed and furious.
"What do you think you're doing, B. Sel?!"
Lucius reacted quickly as well. He glared at B. Sel with a dark expression.
"You promised me you wouldn't—"
"Tell me, Draco. Is that Harry Potter?"
But the witch called B. Sel ignored the Malfoys' resistance and Draco's fear. She continued clutching Draco's arm tightly, bloodshot veins appearing in her eyes with excitement.
"What the hell is wrong with her?"
Ron frowned deeply and spoke in a low voice.
"That's strange. Even witches hanging around with the Malfoys have fans of yours, Harry?"
"Probably not."
Harry pressed his lips together. He stared into the witch's eyes, gripped by a strange sense of familiarity.
In the end, Draco nodded hesitantly.
The instant she received confirmation, B. Sel's eyes flared crimson. Her smile turned savage and bloodthirsty as she started toward Harry.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Remus stepped in front of Harry in a flash and glared sharply at her.
"Oh..."
Only then did B. Sel notice Remus. She froze for a moment, then seemed to