Do You Think You're the Dragon Protagonist?

Behind her were Snape, Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore, who had just appeared from who knew where.

Oh no. Muya hurriedly hid her head.

"Miss Muya! Didn't you say you were taking Professor Quirrell to his office?" Snape directly hauled Muya out from where she had been cowering behind them.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the three standing there dumbfounded, then at the Troll lying unconscious on the ground behind them. "Consider yourselves lucky it didn't kill you. So why exactly weren't you staying obediently in your common room?"

Hermione stepped forward. "Professor McGonagall, it was actually because of me. I thought I could handle it alone."

Ron stared at Hermione in shock.

"Luckily, Harry and Ron came to find me, along with Mya Mu, who happened to be passing by. By then, it was too late for us to find someone for help." Harry and Ron nodded, while Muya looked around at everyone in confusion, especially Dumbledore.

Muya: Seriously? Old Mischief-Maker, where did you come from? You weren't following me, were you?!

Hermione lowered her head. Harry and Ron had not expected Hermione to take the blame for breaking school rules all by herself.

Professor McGonagall announced the final verdict. She deducted five points from Gryffindor, then awarded them five points, and Hufflepuff received five points as well.

"Oh, children, hurry back to your common rooms and enjoy tonight's dinner," Dumbledore said at just the right moment.

Dinner! Muya was just about to leave when Snape called out to her. "Miss Muya, I hope your act of bravery hasn't made you forget about today's detention." It was the final day, and Muya had not forgotten.

"Okay, Professor Snape." Muya made an OK sign, then slipped away as fast as her feet could carry her.

"Huff... huff..." Muya entered the common room, braced herself against the door, and panted.

"Mya Mu, come over here. We saved this for you." Hannah waved at Muya while holding a plate of blueberry pie.

After Muya sat down, Shalian and the others asked where she had gone, while Cedric and the others came over to ask whether she was hurt.

Muya stuffed a huge mouthful of blueberry pie into her mouth, then performed a set of calisthenics to show them she was completely fine.

The next day, Muya decided to check whether the vegetables she had planted had sprouted. Since the weather had turned cold, she carried Qiqi in her arms to keep her hands warm as she headed out.

When she reached the place where she had planted them before, she saw a platinum-haired boy inspecting a patch of lush greenery. Wait, no—a patch of lush greenery?

"Hello, may I ask what you're doing?" Muya asked as she walked over to the boy with Qiqi in her arms.

The boy jumped in surprise. "Oh, where did you come from? Hmph, isn't it obvious? Someone planted a whole patch of grass here and blocked this young master's path." When he turned around, Muya recognized him. He was the Slytherin student who had called Theodore's name that day.

"Um... I planted it... and they aren't grass...?" As Muya spoke, she spotted a huge, bright-red fruit beneath a leaf. She remembered planting strawberries and cucumbers, right? What was this apple-sized thing? Had the strawberry cheated on someone, or had the apple gone astray?

"So it was you? Tell me, who are you? Which house are you from? I'm telling my father—you actually planted a pile of grass in front of the Forbidden Forest." The boy looked at Muya smugly. But with his childish face beneath hair slicked up with gel like an eggshell, Muya found him utterly amusing. She wanted to laugh, but fortunately held it in.

"I'm Mya Mu from Hufflepuff. Is your father very impressive? But why does he have to meddle in something like this?" Muya was genuinely curious.

"My father is Lucius Malfoy, a Hogwarts governor. I am Draco Malfoy." Draco proudly lifted his chin, expecting an awed reaction from Muya. Instead, she simply burrowed straight into the patch of plants.

"Hey! Were you even listening to me?!" Draco stamped his foot in anger. Just then, Muya crawled back out.

"Do you think you're the Dragon Protagonist?" Muya stuffed the apple-sized strawberry into Draco's mouth, then took one out herself and bit into it.

Hey, it was pretty sweet. It still tasted like a strawberry, so it seemed it hadn't mutated.

"What did you make me eat?!" Draco pulled the strawberry from his mouth and examined it. It was a fruit he did not recognize.

"Don't worry, it isn't poisonous, and it's delicious too. So... Draco, if you still want some, could you help me keep this secret?" Muya said with a smile.

Strawberry juice stained Muya's lips red, and it also reddened a certain boy's earlobes.

"Hmph. This young master is magnanimous, so I won't report you. I want another one." Draco had originally intended to correct Muya for calling him by his given name without permission, but in that moment, he found himself unable to say it.

After all, these strawberries really did seem rather tasty.

Muya picked another one for him. "Here, little young master."

After they finished eating, Muya began considering a question. "Draco, do you know how to keep them from freezing?"

Draco shook his head. "Perhaps the professors know."

Muya suddenly thought of someone—oh, not someone, a giant. "Hagrid, are you home?" She knocked on Hagrid's door.

"Oh, it's Mya Mu, and another... um... student who looks rather like a Slytherin." After looking at Muya, Hagrid turned his gaze to Draco behind her.

"As a matter of fact, I am a Slytherin." Draco replied, resuming that haughty expression.

"Merlin's socks, Mya Mu! You're actually spending time with a Slytherin student!" Hagrid became somewhat agitated. Draco's expression darkened at his words, while Muya was completely baffled. What was going on now?

Muya guessed that perhaps it was because Slytherins did have a rather arrogant streak, so someone as friendly as Hagrid did not like them much.

She hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Yes, Hagrid. Draco has just become my friend. We came to ask whether you knew of any way to keep plants warm so they won't freeze."

Hagrid looked at Muya, then at Draco. "Well, winters in Britain are a bit cold, but everything growing here is magical plant life. They aren't afraid of the cold and won't freeze."

Muya was delighted. It seemed she would not have to rack her brains in the library, flipping through piles of books to find a solution.

In the end, however, Hagrid still helped Muya build a greenhouse for her little plot. Muya gave some strawberries and cucumbers to him and Draco.

Muya also picked some to share with the others.

"Hey, George, Fred, come over!"

"Harry, Ron, these are for you. Where's Hermione now?"

"Oh, Professor Snape, these are for you."

"Professor Quirrell..."

"Professor McGonagall..."

"Dumbledore! Old Mischief-Maker, you can only take one!"

"..."

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