Instant Kill!

Draco Malfoy.

The number one little bastard of the original work.

To call him evil, he wasn't quite that bad.

To call him good, he certainly couldn't be considered a good person.

The number one "daddy-dependent" at Hogwarts.

Relying on his family's influence, he went around picking fights everywhere.

In the early stages, he believed in blood purity supremacy.

Later, after being repeatedly pummeled by Voldemort and Harry Potter, his character finally became seasoned and resilient enough to show some signs of humanity.

He eventually let go of his prejudice against Muggle-born wizards.

But at eleven years old, he was undoubtedly still that same insufferable brat.

"Oh, this must be true."

Malfoy's eyes shone as he looked at Harry, clearly very interested in him.

"Everyone on the train is whispering that Harry Potter is here."

"So, it must be you, then?"

Harry felt very uncomfortable under his gaze and replied in a stiff tone.

"Yes."

Devero didn't speak.

He naturally knew what would happen next.

However, he was quite happy to see this arrogant boy take a hit, so he didn't bother to stop them.

Besides, the original book was right; Goyle and Crabbe really didn't look like normal human beings.

They were probably the first and second ugliest people Devero had seen since arriving in this world.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and these are Goyle and Crabbe."

Malfoy introduced them casually.

Hermione looked at him with a slight frown, clearly uncomfortable with his demeanor.

Neville was huddled in the corner, clutching his toad tightly, trying his best not to let anyone notice him.

However, Devero could see that Neville was squeezing Trevor's eyeballs nearly out of their sockets.

When Ron heard Malfoy's introduction, he couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Malfoy's expression darkened instantly.

"What are you laughing at? Oh, I know."

Malfoy looked at Ron, his gloomy expression gradually shifting into a sneer.

"I know who you are—red hair and freckles."

As he spoke, the smile on his face became increasingly insolent.

"The Weasley Family, right? My father mentioned that there are so many children in your family that you can't even afford to raise them."

Hearing this, Ron's face flushed red as he glared at Malfoy.

But it was clear that the other boy hadn't come just to mock him.

"So, Potter, have you realized it yet? There are differences between wizarding families. The wrong sort won't help you climb to new heights, but I can."

Malfoy extended his hand toward Harry as he spoke.

But the result was obvious.

Malfoy had already driven his impression in the eyes of The Boy Who Lived down to the absolute minimum.

Harry completely ignored the hand Malfoy had offered.

"Thanks, but I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself."

Harry's tone was as cold as if it had just been taken out of a refrigerator.

Malfoy's expression shifted several times over.

Devero watched, nearly laughing out loud.

But whether from anemia or something else, Malfoy's complexion remained as pale as ever.

"Potter, honestly, you haven't been in the wizarding world for a very long time."

Malfoy said in a ghostly tone.

"So there are many things you might not judge clearly. If I were you, I would be especially careful."

"If you continue to associate with certain riffraff, like the Weasley Family, or like Hagrid."

As he spoke, Malfoy's gaze swept over everyone present.

It finally rested on Hermione.

A clear trace of disgust flickered in his eyes.

"Or like a Mudblood."

As soon as he said those words, the three boys present all stood up at once.

Neville tossed Trevor directly to his feet.

His previously timid expression was now filled with fury.

Ron's face was nearly as red as his hair as he pointed directly at Malfoy.

"Take that back!"

Harry glared at Malfoy with equal rage.

Only Hermione sat in her seat, at a loss for what to do.

She still couldn't quite understand why everyone had suddenly become so angry.

"What? You want to fight?"

Malfoy sneered as he looked at them, his eyes flashing with provocation.

Clearly, he felt secure because he had something to rely on; Goyle and Crabbe, who stood behind him, were massive in size.

They looked stronger than all the other boys present combined.

Even if a fight really broke out, they had nothing to fear.

However, at that very moment, Malfoy felt his heart skip a beat.

He couldn't help but take a step back, clutching his chest.

An inexplicable panic suddenly crawled up his spine, as if he were being stared at by some kind of wild beast.

He didn't know why he felt this way, but the sense of oppression made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Malfoy looked up in terror, only to see a flash of red light shooting toward him!

"Expelliarmus!"

A firm voice rang out.

"Bang!"

Malfoy felt the world spinning.

His entire body slammed directly into the carriage wall.

He let out a muffled groan.

He couldn't pull himself up for a long time.

Goyle and Crabbe were stunned silly by the sight.

They didn't dare move at all.

Hermione let out a sharp scream.

Ron was so frightened that he plopped down onto the floor.

Malfoy lifted his head with great difficulty.

He stared at this terrifying scene in disbelief.

It was unimaginable that a peer could cast such a spell!

He saw a strange young wizard walking toward him.

The boy grabbed him firmly by the collar.

He hauled him up from the floor.

Then, he pressed his wand against Malfoy's chin.

His black eyes were locked onto him.

They were filled with menace and fury.

"Don't you ever let me hear you say that word again!"

The boy's voice was low and icy.

"Do you understand?"

As he spoke.

He shoved his wand hard into Malfoy's chin.

Malfoy groaned in pain, terrified.

Tears streaming down his face, he nodded to promise he wouldn't say it again.

"Very good."

The young wizard slowly pulled his wand away.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he began to plot in his heart.

How he would take revenge on this person.

I must report this to a professor the moment we get off the train! I'll also let my father know; I'll make sure this person gets expelled!

However.

At that very instant.

The boy jabbed him sharply in the abdomen.

"Augh!"

Malfoy let out a strange cry of pain.

His body involuntarily doubled over.

At the same time.

The young wizard jabbed Goyle and Crabbe in the same way.

The three of them suddenly felt their bodies floating uncontrollably.

The boy gave his wand a violent flick.

The three of them were thrown directly onto the floor several carriages away.

They landed with a loud "bang."

The students inside the carriages were shocked by the sudden scene.

They widened their eyes one after another.

They poked their heads out.

Wanting to see what on earth had happened.

To cause such a commotion.

After finishing all this.

Devero slammed the carriage door shut.

He sat back down in his seat, panting heavily.

He did not know why.

Why he had suddenly been unable to control his emotions upon hearing the word Mudblood.

After taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he looked up.

He saw the other four staring at him, dumbfounded.