Harry, there is a spell called—Avada Kedavra!

Harry didn't really like the boy in front of him, not since the first time they met. This guy was always pointing fingers at others, looking down on this person and that person, but now, Harry's opinion of him had shifted slightly.

Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?

After hearing from Ezio that many wizarding families in the magical world often engaged in intermarriage or incest to maintain their so-called pure bloodlines, Harry had developed a different perspective on these prestigious wizarding houses. After all, he had attended school and read history textbooks; he certainly knew about certain things that had happened within the English royal family.

Inbreeding increased the likelihood of offspring suffering from various congenital diseases, or even deformities and other issues. The person in front of him had skin as pale as a vampire's, and he figured this was likely an external manifestation of some defect caused by inbreeding.

A flicker of pity entered Harry's gaze. After all, children were innocent; they couldn't decide what kind of debuff they would be born with.

Clearly, Harry, who wasn't very good at hiding his thoughts, cast a look that stung the boy. A flush of red struggled to appear on his originally pale, bloodless face. The pride and arrogance that had been hanging on his face vanished, and the boy frowned and snapped, "What are you looking at!"

"Hahaha." Ezio, standing to the side, saw this somewhat comical scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Two blockheads and one sourpuss." Although Harry hadn't heard this joke before, he couldn't help but laugh along at that moment.

Because the two people standing behind the boy were thick-limbed and burly, and their expressions looked somewhat fierce, yet they couldn't hide the air of stupidity radiating from them. When they saw Ezio laughing, they inexplicably curled their lips as well, as if they wanted to laugh too.

The scene had a certain artistic aesthetic, and Harry couldn't help but find it amusing.

"And who are you!" The pale boy, failing to get the joke, turned his head and glared at Ezio.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself first? Mr. Sourpuss?"

The boy's eyes narrowed. He was very unhappy right now, but looking at Ezio's attire, he felt this guy might have some background—perhaps a wizard from another country coming here to study?

"Malfoy." The pale boy lifted his chin and spoke proudly: "Draco Malfoy."

"Oh, the Malfoy family that claimed to be under the Imperius Curse and bribed the Ministry of Magic with tons of money to get acquitted, right? His old man is a Death Eater, Harry, a lackey of Voldemort."

A cold wind from Siberia seemed to blow through the compartment. The three boys standing there shivered, seemingly terrified by a certain word.

"Is that so?" Harry's eyes turned cold instantly, staring straight at the boy whose face had turned pale once again.

"There's a chapter in the book Modern Dark Arts Investigation about Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy was accused of being a Death Eater, but the book describes his father as someone who 'used clever means to bribe the judges and escape punishment.' As the Malfoy family among the Sacred Twenty-Eight, they certainly had the capital to do so. After all, I've read that almost all the accused pure-blood wizarding family members used similar methods to get acquitted."

Ezio rummaged through his bag and pulled out a book two fingers thick.

"You're talking nonsense! My father is absolutely not—"

Draco almost screamed, but he was interrupted before he could finish.

Ezio opened the book to a page with a photo of his father on trial and showed it to him. Lucius was young then, but his expression was haggard. Even in the black-and-white photo, one could see his unusually pale complexion. He was wearing shackles, sitting in the defendant's chair.

"See that? Your old man has the Dark Mark on his arm. That's the mark of a Death Eater."

Draco looked as if a Dementor had sucked out a piece of his soul; his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.

"Want to give him a taste of his own medicine, Harry?" Ezio asked with great interest.

"Are we going to fight?" At this moment, Harry didn't care that the two bodyguards standing behind Malfoy had arms as thick as his calves. He tried to take a deep breath, as if that would give him a bit more strength to use.

"No need to fight, but I can make this guy wet his pants."

Harry was stunned at these words. Upon hearing this, Malfoy, who had been weak-kneed, was also infuriated. Feeling the solid frames of Crabbe and Goyle behind him, his confidence returned.

"Listen up, Harry, there's a spell called—"

Ezio was naturally not one to dawdle. As he spoke, he raised his hand, and his wand flicked into his palm in an instant.

An ominous green light appeared at the tip of the wand, and a shrill green glow shone at that moment!

"Avada Kedavra!"

The moment the green light erupted, Harry's head felt like it was exploding with pain. He once again recalled the nightmare that tormented him at night, in which a woman's voice screamed his name. She begged someone to spare him, and at the same time, a slender figure tried to throw herself in front of him, but a blinding green light flashed, and the slender figure fell.

Harry was bathed in tears in that instant, though he didn't understand any of it. Yet, at the same time, he knew it was his mother's voice.

Two heavy thuds of bodies hitting the floor echoed, waking Harry from his stupor. He clutched his forehead, his wrists wet with tears. Wiping his face haphazardly, Harry saw Draco kneeling on the ground, completely stunned, and the two burly boys who had fallen backward, their life or death unknown.

"See? Wet his pants."

Ezio said lightly, then flicked his wand. The two fallen burly boys were lifted by an invisible force and tossed casually into the corridor outside. The compartment door slammed shut with a 'clack,' startling the kneeling Draco.

"Shh, don't scream, it's noisy."

Ezio held a finger to his lips. Draco's scream died in his throat; he clutched his neck, choking off any possible sound.

"Ezio, you... what was that just now?!" Harry's eyes were slightly red. He didn't quite understand what had happened, but his intuition told him it wasn't anything good.

"It was the Killing Curse... that's an Unforgivable Curse!" Draco said in a trembling, low voice: "You killed Crabbe and Goyle... you killed them!"

The two heavy thuds behind him couldn't have escaped Draco's ears unless he were deaf, and after hearing the incantation, Draco had already filled in the rest of the picture in his mind.

"You'll be thrown into Azkaban!" He looked at Ezio in terror, but immediately lowered his head.

The smell of urine began to permeate the compartment.

"Tergeo."

Compared to Scourgify, Tergeo was very effective against strange odors and even toxic gases, but Draco's wet trousers would keep the scent lingering.

"Now, tell me, why did you come here to find Harry?"

Draco cowered, but he didn't dare not answer. Bearing the uncontrollable fear welling up inside him, he said in a trembling voice: "I just... just wanted to be friends with him, to get to know him."

"Your old man is a Death Eater, and you come to be friends with the boy who defeated Voldemort?" Ezio raised an eyebrow.

"I'm telling the truth!" Fearing that Ezio might hit him with an Avada Kedavra too, Draco said hurriedly, his words sincere, as if he were about to rip his heart out. "I know my family has some connection to You-Know-Who, but we aren't the only ones. Many wizarding families are like that. I didn't even know my father was a Death Eater, it's true! I've heard about Harry Potter since I was little. He defeated You-Know-Who, and I was curious about him. I just wanted to meet him."

Hearing this, Harry's expression softened slightly. The chances of Draco lying in this state were slim, and deep down, Harry was a good kid.

"Don't talk like that in the future, and don't point fingers at people, like you did with Hagrid." Harry couldn't help but say to Draco.

"I'll change! I promise! I swear! I swear on Merlin's name!" Having been scared to the point of wetting himself, Draco didn't dare say no, even if it wasn't Ezio speaking, but Harry.

"So now..." Harry's gaze fell on Ezio. "Maybe you should run, Ezio."