Hearing that name, Malfoy stiffened, then stumbled into a steady stance. He hurriedly turned around and, upon seeing who had arrived, dared not say a word, merely glaring furiously.
However, traces of scratches from bird claws still marred his face.
"Malfoy, did I ever tell you not to provoke my friends?"
Malfoy's expression froze. "When did you ever say that?"
Dylan: (_)
"Didn't I?"
Recalling the lesson he had taught Malfoy during their last Flying Class.
It seemed he had indeed only cursed at him a few times.
Dylan looked at Malfoy sternly. "It doesn't matter. I'm saying it now."
Malfoy: (●●)...
"You really love sticking your nose into other people's business!" Malfoy glared at Dylan.
Dylan gave a soft laugh, entirely unfazed by his glare. He calmly raised a hand and lightly beckoned to the bird still circling above Malfoy's head.
The bird immediately flapped over. With a gentle fold of its wings, it landed steadily on Dylan's shoulder and affectionately rubbed its head against his neck.
Dylan extended a finger and stroked the bird's forehead. Then, faint magical ripples spread from his palm, enveloping the bird.
Gradually, the bird's form turned ethereal until it disappeared completely.
Malfoy and Neville were both left dumbfounded by Dylan's display.
"You can actually use Wandless Magic?" Malfoy's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Wow, Dylan, you've gotten even stronger!" Neville sounded a little envious.
Dylan smiled. "I don't like bullying children, but I'd also appreciate it if you stopped provoking my friends all the time."
"What are you talking about? Aren't you a child too?"
Malfoy blinked faintly and came back to himself, his eyes widening with fury.
"No, wait. Are you treating me like your lackey? How dare you order me around, you Gryffindor! I'm a Slytherin!"
Dylan blinked. "Oh? Although I occasionally