Malfoy, Raging Fire of Clear Springs

"I am Draco Malfoy."

The white-haired boy stared at Harry's bald head, pondered for a moment, then frowned and extended a hand of friendship.

He seemed rather impolite, interrupting Harry's self-introduction abruptly. "I know you, the Prophecy the Chosen One, Harry Potter."

"Can you explain our current situation?"

Harry stared blankly at Malfoy.

Under the sunlight, the other person's hair showed a platinum blonde color, rather than a monotonous pale white.

His consciousness was somewhat hazy.

At that moment, instead of thinking about how to unite the remaining forces and survive, he started to daydream.

Harry was thinking...

Given Malfoy personalities, if they hadn't met under these circumstances, they probably would have become enemies who disliked each other.

"Hello..."

I was patted on the shoulder.

Harry regained consciousness.

He gave an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I was lost in thought just now."

"Now, we must reach a consensus..."

"In your opinion, what is the most important thing right now?"

Upon hearing this, Malfoy paused for a moment before replying, "Stay put and wait for my father to come and rescue us."

Harry shook his head. "The most important thing is to survive!"

"The environment here is very harsh. Without food and water, we probably wouldn't survive even a day."

Suddenly found himself in a strange and eerie environment, Harry instinctively began to imitate the most powerful man in his memory.

So he Simulation Wang Yan's tone and said, "Therefore, we'd better exchange our existing intelligence immediately and see if there's anything we can complement each other."

"Knowledge and information are everything!"

His imitation was clumsy, but Malfoy was completely won over.

The platinum-rich young nobleman swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm and maintaining his composure. "Take it easy. You are qualified to be my friend."

Draco Malfoy's inner self was far from the calm he appeared to be.

Fear, joy, excitement.

A mix of emotions.

This experience is unprecedented.

Crabbe and Goyle, those two idiots, are just lackeys.

A man like Harry is the kind of man who deserves to be called a "friend"!

At least...

They are potential friends.

Walking out with Harry won't lower his status.

The two talked as they explored southeast.

On the way, they encountered two other fellow sufferers.

Hermione Granger, Neville Barton.

The four-person team quickly reached a consensus, exchanged information, and described their respective strengths.

"The environment we are in is a place called the 'Little World of Famine'."

"Our mission is to survive here for 360 days."

"After 360 days, you may be transported to another world to survive, or you may return to Hogwarts. These are all unknowns, so you have to be prepared in advance."

"I was raised by my aunt since I was little, and I've never learned any spells. Do you even know any incantations?"

Malfoy pulled a wand from the lining of his silk robe, his face smug. "Hawthorn Wood, Unicorn Hair core, ten inches long."

"I can use the [Water Spring Spell] to provide everyone with a water source."

Difficult and challenging environments are the best way to temper a person.

In just one day, Malfoy abandoned his catchphrase.

He no longer talks about "my dad this and that".

Now, after listening to Hermione's analysis, he has completely understood a cruel truth...

Whoever brought them here, the one who could snatch people from the hands of the greatest White Wizard Dumbledore, without any scruples, was someone his father Lucius Malfoy, could never afford to mess with.

He began to demonstrate his abilities to avoid being abandoned by the team.

"Very good!"

Hermione's face lit up with joy. "At least for the next three days, we won't die."

A person can survive for seven days or even longer without food, relying on the fat stored in their body.

No water?

They'll die in three days!

Furthermore, their constant walking and exploration can even accelerate the loss of body fluids.

She'd only earned a little over a thousand Galleon; she didn't want to die in this godforsaken place!

At that moment, Neville, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his hand. "Everyone, take a look at this."

As he spoke, he pulled an extremely cute frog out of his pocket.

Malfoy's forehead veins bulged, and his tone was slightly sarcastic. "Nice ingredients, but unfortunately we don't have fire."

Neville Longbottom silently poked the Traveling Frog with his index finger.

The little frog put down its tiny Backpack.

Bang!

Smoke and clouds swirled around.

Once their vision cleared, the four of them saw on the ground...

Two pieces of black bread.

After walking for most of the day, their stomachs had been protesting for a long time.

This is like rain after a long drought!

Each person received half a piece of black bread.

Except for Malfoy, who hesitated for a moment, the other three used their allocated quotas as quickly as possible.

Black bread is hard to eat.

It was dry, cold, and bitter, and even contained Wood shavings.

But it can slightly suppress the hunger in my stomach!

"Hey... I underestimated you."

The platinum-haired boy, with his nostrils flared and chin pointing at Neville, awkwardly said, "Remember, I owe you one."

Upon hearing this, Harry, Neville, and Hermione all laughed.

Draco Malfoy is just spoiled; he doesn't seem to be a bad person at heart.

The sun sank below the horizon, and the pitch-black night enveloped the earth.

The howls of Beast rose and fell, sending chills down the spines of those who heard them.

Four young wizards leaned against a giant tree, their eyes wide open, silently waiting for dawn.

Without a campfire, they dared not fall asleep easily.

The longest and most unbearable night forged a bond of camaraderie among the four young wizards.

When the first rays of dawn fell on Malfoy's face, his nose tingled, and he almost burst into tears.

Ultimately, his pride as Pure-blood nobleman made him hold back his tears.

Neville, on the other hand, didn't have as many mental burdens.

He plopped down on the ground with a "plop" and burst into tears.

Harry then started screaming hysterically.

He was furious.

I'm annoyed by my own incompetence and ignorance.

If he knew the specific process of "making fire by friction" and not just the concept, they could have slept soundly last night.

If they knew which plants had roots, stems, leaves, and fruits that were edible, they wouldn't have to go hungry.

If he knew which minerals and plant toxins could be used to make weapons, they wouldn't have to live in fear anymore.

"Knowledge is everything."

These words echoed in Harry's heart once again.

Hermione suddenly spoke up, "We'll split into two groups and take turns resting. Sleep is very important."

"So, Malfoy and I will be in one group, and Neville and Harry will be in another."

"I remember the incantation and hand gestures for the [Fiendfyre Curse] spell, but I've never cast it."

"Give me some time, tonight should be enough..."

After saying this, Hermione closed her eyes, murmured something softly, and waved her wand from time to time.

Harry looked intently at Malfoy: "You go to sleep first, I want to learn the Fiendfyre Curse from Hermione."

It should be noted that the purpose of the Fiendfyre Curse is never to start a fire.

It is a highly aggressive form of Dark Magic!

If Harry can master this magic, those Beasts will no longer be a threat.

They will be reduced to prey!