A One-Shot Kill!

Draco Malfoy.

The biggest little shit in the original story.

He wasn't all that bad, really.

But it was hard to call him a good person, either.

Hogwarts' number-one daddy's boy.

He picked fights everywhere, knowing his family had connections.

At first, he believed in Pure-blood Supremacy.

Then Voldemort and Harry repeatedly beat him down.

His flesh had become firm and springy.

Only then did he finally start showing some signs of humanity.

He gave up his prejudice against Muggle-born wizards.

But at eleven years old,

he was undoubtedly still the same old Draco.

"Oh, this time it should be the real deal."

Malfoy looked at Harry with a gleam in his eyes.

He was clearly very interested in him.

"Everyone on the train has been talking about how Harry Potter is here."

"So it must be you, right?"

Harry felt very uncomfortable under his gaze.

He replied stiffly,

"Yes."

Devero said nothing.

Of course, he knew what was going to happen next.

But, well, he was happy to see Draco get knocked down a peg.

So he didn't stop them.

Besides, the original story really hadn't been wrong.

Goyle and Crabbe really didn't look much like normal human beings.

They were probably the ugliest-looking number one and number two Devero had seen since arriving in this world.

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

Malfoy introduced them casually.

Hermione looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly.

She clearly didn't like his attitude.

Neville, meanwhile, was huddled in a corner,

clutching his toad tightly.

He was doing his best not to draw anyone's attention.

But Devero could see that Trevor's eyes were about to pop out from being squeezed.

When Ron heard Malfoy's introduction,

he couldn't help laughing.

Malfoy's expression immediately darkened.

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

Malfoy looked at Ron.

His gloomy expression gradually turned into a sneer.

"I know who you are. Red hair, freckles."

As he spoke, his grin grew more and more brazen.

"The Weasley Family. My father's mentioned you. Too many children for your family to afford to feed them all."

At that,

Ron's face flushed red.

He glared at Malfoy.

But it was clear Malfoy hadn't come here just to mock him.

"So, Potter, have you figured it out? There are differences between wizarding families, too. Those oddballs won't help you climb to new heights, but I can."

As he spoke, Malfoy held out his hand to Harry.

But the result was obvious.

Malfoy had already tanked his reputation with the Boy Who Lived.

Harry completely ignored his outstretched hand.

"Thanks, but I can decide for myself who the oddballs are."

Harry's voice was as cold as something fresh out of the refrigerator.

Malfoy's expression changed several times.

Watching him, Devero nearly burst out laughing.

But whether because of anemia or something else,

Malfoy's face remained just as pale.

"Potter, seriously, you haven't been seen in the Wizarding World for a long time."

Malfoy spoke in a low, ominous tone.

"So you probably don't know how to judge things here. If I were you, I'd be very careful."

"If you keep company with the wrong sort, like the Weasley Family, or Hagrid..."

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

It finally settled on Hermione.

A clear look of disgust showed in his eyes.

"Or Mudbloods."

The moment he said that,

all three boys present stood up.

Neville tossed Trevor onto the floor beside him.

His timid expression had now turned furious.

Ron's face was almost as red as his hair.

He pointed straight at Malfoy.

"Take that back!"

Harry glared at Malfoy, too.

Only Hermione sat there, flustered and unsure what to do.

She still didn't quite understand why everyone had suddenly gotten so angry.

"What? You want to fight?"

Malfoy sneered at them.

His eyes glittered with provocation.

He was clearly confident he had nothing to fear.

Goyle and Crabbe stood behind him, both enormous.

They looked stronger than all the boys present put together.

Even if a fight really broke out,

they had nothing to worry about.

However,

at that very moment,

Malfoy suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

He couldn't help taking a step back,

one hand clutching his chest.

An inexplicable fear suddenly crept up his spine,

as if some kind of beast had its eyes on him.

He didn't know why he felt that way,

but the pressure left him almost unable to breathe.

Malfoy looked up in terror.

A streak of red light was flying toward him!

"Expelliarmus!"

A firm voice rang out.

"Bam!"

Malfoy felt the world spin.

His whole body slammed straight into the wall of the compartment.

He groaned,

and couldn't get back up for a long while.

Goyle and Crabbe were stunned by what they saw.

They didn't dare move at all.

Hermione screamed.

Ron was so frightened that he dropped onto the floor.

Malfoy struggled to lift his head.

He stared at the terrifying scene in disbelief.

He couldn't imagine that someone his age could cast a spell like that!

An unfamiliar young wizard was walking toward him.

The boy grabbed him roughly by the collar

and hauled him to his feet.

Then he pressed his wand beneath Malfoy's chin.

His dark eyes fixed on him,

filled with menace and fury.

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

The boy's voice was low and cold.

"Understand?"

As he spoke,

he jabbed the wand hard beneath Malfoy's chin.

Malfoy groaned in pain and fear,

tears streaming down his face as he nodded, promising not to say it again.

"Good."

The young wizard slowly pulled his wand away.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately began plotting in his mind

how to get revenge on this person.

"I'll report him to a professor as soon as we get off the train! I'll tell my dad, too. I'll get this guy expelled!"

However,

at that very moment,

the boy suddenly jabbed him in the stomach.

"Ow!"

Malfoy yelped in pain.

His body bent forward against his will.

At the same time,

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

All three of them immediately felt their bodies floating beyond their control.

The boy gave his wand a sharp flick.

The three of them were flung several compartments away, landing on the floor.

They hit with a loud "thud."

The students in the compartment were stunned by the sudden scene.

They stared wide-eyed,

leaning out to see

what had happened

to make such a loud commotion.

After doing all that,

Devero slammed the compartment door shut.

He sat back down in his seat, breathing hard.

He didn't know why.

Why he'd suddenly lost control of his emotions when he heard the word Mudblood.

After taking a deep breath to calm himself down,

he looked up.

The other four were staring at him, dumbfounded.