Scaring Malfoy

Skofot was dazed from the collision, lying on the ground and blinking blankly. He looked at Malfoy, who was also shaken and lying on top of him.

He instinctively let go of the hand that had caught the other person.

From Malfoy's perspective, however, it was another terrifying sight:

He had fallen, only to be caught by the most dangerous Leoqi (though both had fallen)!

At this moment, he was lying on top of the other person, meeting those eyes that were so close, calm and unfathomable. Leoqi's face was expressionless, just looking at him blankly (which Malfoy perceived as cold)...

He's going to kill me!

He's definitely going to kill me for crashing into him!

Malfoy's blood ran cold. His face turned deathly pale, and he scrambled to get off Skofot, but his legs felt weak from the shock, making his movements clumsy and comical.

"I, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Malfoy's voice was choked with tears. He practically rolled to the side, propping himself up with trembling hands and feet.

He didn't dare to look at Skofot again, not even bothering with the Remembrall that had fallen beside him.

He scrambled away and ran back into the Slytherin crowd, gasping for breath, still shaken.

Skofot slowly sat up, rubbing his chest and back which ached from the impact. He watched Malfoy's retreating figure, then looked down at his own hands, his face still a mask of genuine bewilderment.

He had just... caught someone who fell.

[Emotion Points +50] (from Malfoy's extreme fear and breakdown)

[Emotion Points +20] (from the shock and commotion of the surrounding students who witnessed this scene)

[Emotion Points: 645/100]

Skofot shook his head, pushed himself up from the ground, and brushed the grass off his robes.

He glanced at the system notification about his Emotion Points income, then at his classmates who were avoiding him from a distance. Finally, his gaze landed on the [Scavenger] card icon, which could be removed at any time but he had no intention of changing for now.

It seemed the effect of "acting strange" was even more immediate than he had imagined.

However, with the rules for card draws changed, his subsequent plans would need to be adjusted.

He bent down, picked up the forgotten Remembrall belonging to Neville from the ground, and weighed it in his hand.

Flying class ended hastily after Madam Hooch returned with Neville, whose wrist was bandaged, and sternly reprimanded all the students.

The students dispersed in small groups, heading towards the castle.

Skofot did not leave immediately.

He stood at the edge of the lawn, his gaze fixed on Draco Malfoy, who was surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle and seemed to be bragging about his flying skills (deliberately ignoring his embarrassing fall at the end).

He took a step forward, walking unhurriedly towards Malfoy.

His hands were tucked into the pockets of his black robes, his head slightly bowed, the soft black hair on his forehead obscuring part of his vision, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.

However, the corners of his lips curved upwards in a faint, almost imperceptible arc, as if contemplating something amusing.

Malfoy, who was boasting to Crabbe with his back to Skofot, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if a cold gaze had locked onto him.

He instinctively turned his head, only to see Skofot walking directly towards him, still with his head bowed and hands in his pockets. The barely-there smile on his lips appeared incredibly menacing in Malfoy's eyes.

The color drained from Malfoy's face. The terrifying memory of falling from his broom and being caught by Skofot resurfaced, and cold sweat instantly soaked his inner shirt.

He wanted to move his feet, but they felt rooted to the spot. He could only watch as the ominous figure drew closer and closer.

Skofot stopped about a step away from Malfoy and finally looked up.

Those eyes, calm and unfathomable, made Malfoy feel suffocated.

Then, the smile on Skofot's face widened dramatically, revealing a textbook villainous grin, filled with undisguised malice and amusement.

At the same time, a condensed, icy killing intent, like an invisible hammer, pressed down precisely on Malfoy alone!

Although Skofot had deliberately controlled the amount of killing intent, it was far less intense than when he had faced Neville or tested Snape.

However, for the pampered Malfoy, who had never experienced real danger, it was an unbearable weight.

Malfoy felt his breath catch, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an icy hand, and his vision swam.

Fear washed over him like a tide. He could even smell a cold scent, like rust and graves (a visual hallucination of the killing intent?).

He could no longer hold on. With a "thump," his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the grass, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"I... I'm sorry! Leoqi... I, I didn't mean to bump into you... Spare, spare me..." Malfoy pleaded incoherently, his voice choked with tears, snot streaming down his face, his dignity completely gone.

He fumbled frantically with his clothes, as if searching for something to appease the other's anger.

Finally, he pulled out a bulging silk pouch embroidered with the Malfoy family crest, filled with Galleons and Sickles. With trembling hands, he held it high, presenting it to Skofot.

"Here... take it! It's all yours! Please..." he wailed, completely disregarding the stunned and bewildered expressions of Crabbe and Goyle beside him.

[Emotion Points +70] (from Malfoy's extreme fear, breakdown, and submission)

[Emotion Points: 715/100]

Skofot looked at Malfoy, who was kneeling on the ground, tears and snot flowing, holding out the coin pouch with both hands.

The exaggerated smile on his face slowly faded.

He returned to his expressionless demeanor, though a flicker of boredom crossed the depths of his eyes.

He didn't take the money pouch, merely nudged the bulging silk bag with the tip of his shoe, causing the faint clinking of coins.

He bent down and whispered into Malfoy's ear, at a volume only the two of them could hear, "Next time, remember to fly steadier yourself."

After speaking, he straightened up, no longer looking at Malfoy, who had collapsed on the ground. As if nothing had happened, he turned, shoved his hands in his pockets, and ambled slowly towards the castle.

Only then did Crabbe and Goyle react, scrambling to help the nearly collapsed Malfoy.

Malfoy was helped up, his face pale and his body still trembling. He watched Skofot's receding back, his eyes filled with the terror of survival and deep apprehension.

That Leoqi was ten thousand times more terrifying than he had imagined!

He no longer dared to provoke the other party, not even daring to look directly at him again.

Skofot felt the rising Emotion Points and was in a fairly good mood.

It seemed that occasionally collecting "protection fees" from these "little kids" was also a good way to get stable income.

It was just that Malfoy's reaction was a bit too easily frightened.

He shook his head, casting the minor incident aside, and pondered how to deal with Snape's inevitable increased surveillance and how to quickly satisfy that damn, uncertain "Emotion Condensation Level" to obtain the next card.