Flying Kiss

Actually, two people at the Slytherin table had been staring at Klein the whole time, not even the famous Harry Potter could make them look away.

One was Pansy Parkinson.

The other was Draco Malfoy.

"I knew it!"

Hearing the Sorting Hat's verdict, Young Master Draco was visibly excited, shouting eagerly to the two burly lackeys beside him.

The Sorting Ceremony ended. Professor McGonagall left with the Sorting Hat and the list. Klein walked over to the Slytherin table and received a very warm welcome.

"Hey, over here."

Draco couldn't wait any longer. Ignoring Crabbe and Goyle's bewildered looks, he stood up and extended a pale hand to the newcomer.

"Hello, Draco."

A brief pause, then a knowing smile. Klein completed a friendly high-five with the sharp-faced little boy and smoothly took the empty seat beside him.

"I looked for you all over the train but couldn't find you. Still, I knew we'd meet again—I mean, outstanding people always belong to Slytherin."

"My fault. I was in the last carriage, a bit out of the way. By the way, did you end up picking your ideal wand?"

"Of course! You were right, Hawthorn Wood is my destined match. But Klein, how did you know?"

"Intuition. My intuition's never wrong."

No sooner had Klein sat down than Draco launched into an animated conversation, his delighted expression making Crabbe and Goyle gape in shock.

Was this really the Draco Malfoy they knew?

"Welcome to Hogwarts, children. Welcome."

On the high platform, Albus Dumbledore stood up and opened his arms to the students below.

"Before the feast begins, I'd like to say a few words: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

With that, he gave a slight bow.

"Thank you."

"What a weirdo. Those words don't mean anything at all."

The feast officially began. Food appeared out of nowhere on the tables. Draco picked out a juicy lamb chop, placed it on his plate, and muttered under his breath.

"I think so too."

Klein gave a noncommittal smile, looking as if nothing surprised him.

Most powerful wizards were eccentric. In his past life, he'd had a minister who liked eating raw wolf meat, and another who married a doll as his wife.

Dumbledore was actually pretty normal by comparison.

"My father says Dumbledore is talented, but—ah!"

Draco had been about to share some secrets passed down among pure-blood families, but when he turned his head, he couldn't help jumping in fright. At some point, a terrifying-looking ghost had drifted between him and Klein!

"Something wrong?"

The gaunt ghost spoke slowly, its vacant eyes fixed on Draco.

"No! Nothing at all!"

Draco wasn't the first Malfoy to attend Hogwarts. His parents had long warned him about Slytherin's terrifying ghost, the "Bloody Baron," and that it was best not to provoke him.

"Don't be nervous, Draco. Slytherin's ghosts won't hurt us."

Draco's sharp face already lacked much color, and the ghost's scare made it even paler. Klein found it amusing, the corner of his mouth lifting as he raised his glass in a toast to the Bloody Baron.

"Of course."

The Baron paused for a few seconds, then slowly nodded. A flicker of curiosity emerged from his murky eyes.

A first-year who wasn't afraid of him hadn't appeared in many years.

"Hey, Klein!" "Hi, I'm Annie." "Classmate, can we get to know each other?"

The Bloody Baron's appearance was just a small episode. As the feast went on, the first-years gradually shed their unfamiliarity and began gathering in twos and threes to chat.

Among them, Klein had the most people clustered around him. The girls with stars in their eyes even pushed Young Master Draco out of the circle.

"What a popular guy."

Straightening his robes, a disheveled Draco felt a twinge of jealousy but, unusually, didn't get angry.

Honestly, he didn't know why either.

Maybe it was because he and Klein just clicked?

"Draco, that pretty boy is way out of line." "Want us to teach him a lesson?"

Seeing their "boss" slighted, the two big oafs Crabbe and Goyle thought it was time to show their loyalty. They sidled up to Draco and spoke eagerly.

"Teach him a lesson?"

Hearing this, Draco suddenly got worked up, his voice turning shrill and sharp. But he quickly caught himself, cleared his throat, and "fiercely" warned his lackeys.

"Don't mess with Klein!"

"Why? Isn't he just some pretty boy?"

Goyle didn't get it. That pale, skinny, tall guy—he could take two of him with one punch!

"Because... because he's my friend. Yes, we're friends!"

Draco faltered at first, but as the scene of their first meeting at Ollivanders Wand Shop flashed through his mind, the confusion on his face quickly turned into certainty.

That was it.

Klein Grindelwald was far better than that Harry Potter, who was willing to hang around with the Weasley family. Only the best could be friends with him, Draco Malfoy!

"Uh, alright."

Since Draco said so, Goyle and Crabbe felt a bit disappointed. Out of jealousy, they'd wanted to give that irritating pretty boy a good thrashing, but since the Young Master had spoken, they had no choice but to drop it.

Surrounded by a flock of chattering girls, Klein kept a patient smile on his face, smoothly handling the overly enthusiastic little girls.

This kind of scene was no challenge at all for the "Black Emperor"~

"You seem quite popular. Hehe, Professor Quirrell has asked me about you three times already. He suspects you're under some kind of charm spell."

Before the little girls' "siege" had ended, a voice tinged with amusement suddenly rang out in Klein's mind. He looked toward the front of the Great Hall and saw Albus Dumbledore raising his goblet, giving him a slight nod.

"Come to my office after class tomorrow. I have something to discuss with you."

Dispelling the Muffliato, the old man took a sip of his wine and continued talking to the turbaned warlock beside him.

Klein's expression remained calm as he went back to chatting and laughing with the girls around him.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, he felt another pair of eyes on him. He turned his head slightly and saw the hook-nosed warlock on the high platform staring coldly at him.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Time seemed to freeze. Klein and the warlock stared at each other in silence, neither moving.

The chattering girls seemed to sense something and turned to look at the professors' table as well.

"It's Professor Snape!"

Spotting that greasy, long hair, a Senior student who had secretly slipped into the first-year girls' group gasped, quickly looking away and lowering her voice.

"Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin, a master of Potions, and super terrifying!"

"Ah!"

The other first-years quickly averted their eyes too, terrified that the "super terrifying" professor the senior had mentioned might remember their faces.

But Klein didn't. Snape watched him quietly, and he watched Snape right back.

"Klein, look down! Now!"

The second-year girl from earlier saw Klein still locking eyes with Professor Snape as if nothing was wrong, and her voice trembled with urgency.

"What do you think would happen if I blew him a kiss right now?"

Klein seemed to be asking someone, as if he'd just thought of a great idea.

With a mischievous grin, he actually kissed his own fingers and blew a kiss toward Snape on the high platform.

"Pfft!"

Severus Snape had never dreamed a first-year would have that kind of nerve. He nearly choked on his own saliva, breaking his composure first.

"Looks like I win."

Amid countless awestruck and incredulous stares, Klein smiled from the heart.

Sure enough, Hogwarts was an interesting place!