Yo, Yo, Yo, Isn't This Draco?

Led by the kind little badger, the other two in the compartment accompanied the crybaby named Neville Longbottom on a journey to find his toad, Leifu.

"Hello, have you seen a toad?"

Since Kyle knew neither the Summoning Jutsu nor magic such as the Summoning Charm or Tracking Charm, he could only use the most foolish method: taking the three of them from compartment to compartment in search of it.

When they knocked on another compartment door, Kyle ran into someone unexpected.

"Yo, yo, yo, isn't this Malfoy?" Kyle wore the exact expression of a street thug lurking in the dark alleys of New York. "Haven't seen you in a few months. Why are you looking so pathetic?"

Enemies' eyes turned red when they met.

Draco still had not forgotten the sack of rice he had carried in Diagon Alley. His pale cheeks flushed bright red with anger.

"Draco, what's wrong?" asked a pug-faced girl behind Malfoy.

"Nothing, Pansy. Just a little personal grudge." Malfoy stared fixedly at Kyle. "You looking for a fight?"

The two ugly little fatties behind Draco stepped forward at once, flanking the pale-faced Draco on either side like a pair of bodyguards.

Kyle shrugged. "That depends on whether you want another taste of Thousand Years of Death."

At those words, the furious Draco took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He could not lose his head.

The last Thousand Years of Death had been far too underhanded, leaving an indelible shadow on Draco's young heart.

"This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle," Draco introduced through gritted teeth.

He had wanted to lean forward and look down at Kyle, but because of their difference in height, he had no choice but to look up at him instead.

"You think you can beat the three of us by yourself?"

Leaving the girls aside, Draco had three boys on his side, while Kyle only had himself and Neville.

And although Neville had wiped away the tears on his face, the traces remained. He did not exactly look like the sharpest tool in the shed.

The atmosphere turned tense. Hermione tugged anxiously at Kyle's sleeve. "Don't fight!"

Draco quickly assessed both sides' combat strength.

Kyle might be tall and sturdy, but Crabbe and Goyle's bulk was right there. In a three-against-two fight, Malfoy did not think there was any way he could lose.

The rain had passed, the sky had cleared, and Malfoy instantly felt invincible again.

"That's not up to you," Draco said, folding his arms and arrogantly lifting his chin at Kyle. "I want you to apologize for what you did to me in Diagon Alley!"

"What if I don't?" Kyle narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The blonde little girl standing behind Kyle frowned. "What exactly did you do to him in Diagon Alley?"

Kyle: ...

How was he supposed to answer that?

I let him experience Naruto's profound love for Gaara?

"I merely gave a brat spoiled by his mother a tiny lesson."

Hearing Kyle's answer, Goyle reached out in displeasure and grabbed for Kyle's arm, intending to force him to apologize to his master.

Kyle was just about to teach Goyle a lesson for daring to stick out his filthy paw when chubby little Neville stepped between them, separating him from Goyle.

"Don't touch my friend!" Neville shouted angrily.

Kyle looked at Neville in surprise. The little fatty might be timid, but he was quite brave when it counted.

Seeing that a fight could break out at any moment, Hermione glanced at the frightened blonde little girl beside her and tilted her head toward the compartment door. "Hannah, go get some upperclassmen."

She herself gripped the wand hidden beneath her clothes.

Hannah hesitantly glanced at the compartment door, then at the tense standoff before her. "Then... don't fight! Wait for me to come back!"

"Stop! Don't go!" Crabbe shouted at Hannah, trying to get past Kyle and Neville to stop her.

Neville blocked Crabbe's path, thoroughly angering him.

The fat boy stretched out his hand and shoved Neville hard, pushing him aside.

Neville staggered a few steps, then moved in front of Crabbe again.

After being blocked again and again, a flash of anger appeared on the fat boy's face. He threw a punch at Neville.

Kyle yanked Neville away, then casually reached out and caught Goyle's fist in his hand, applying just a little of his monstrous strength.

"Ah! My hand! Let go! Let go!" Goyle felt as though the bones in his hand were about to be crushed.

Bullying children like this was honestly rather boring. Kyle curled his lip.

He casually released Goyle's fist with his left hand, clenched his right into a fist, and smashed it hard into Goyle's eye socket.

With just one punch, Goyle's eye socket split and his eyeball bulged out. It was as though a fabric shop had opened on his face, with red, black, and purple all blooming forth.

Seeing his teammate go down, Crabbe lunged at Kyle.

Kyle dodged the other boy's wild punch and drove a savage fist into Crabbe's solar plexus.

Crabbe's eyes bulged, and his body bent over like a boiled shrimp.

Every last bit of the snacks he had just eaten came pouring back out.

The sour stench of vomit instantly filled the entire compartment.

Fortunately, Kyle had dodged in time and did not end up covered in Crabbe's puke.

Kyle pinched his nose in disgust and looked at Malfoy. "Now you're the only one left."

All alone, Draco instantly turned into a cowardly dog, desperately retreating deeper into the compartment—only for Kyle to drag him right back out.

Kyle tripped him, and Draco sprawled onto the floor.

His handsome face was less than twenty centimeters away from Crabbe's grotesque pile of vomit.

A hand pressed down on the back of his head.

Draco instantly recalled the terror of being dominated by Thousand Years of Death in Diagon Alley.

"No! You can't do this!" Draco howled in panic. "My father is a school governor! He's friends with Headmaster Dumbledore!"

So what if your father is a school governor? My father is the Dark Lord!

Kyle's hand pressed slightly harder against the back of Draco's head.

Splat!

Draco's face made intimate contact with the vomit.

That sour stench right beneath his nose was simply exquisite.

Only then did the pug-faced girl, Pansy, react. She let out a piercing scream. "Let Draco go!"

She lunged at him viciously, wildly trying to scratch Kyle with her long, sharp fingernails.

Kyle frowned, releasing Draco and dodging the girl's attacks.

"Don't force me to hit you. I don't hit girls."

Yet she kept pressing him. Kyle blocked her scratching nails with his hand, and she even opened her mouth to bite him.

Kyle could only let go helplessly, causing her to bite at empty air.

Then he gave a pull, sending Pansy's head into intimate contact with the compartment wall. She lost consciousness and collapsed to the floor.

Looking at Malfoy's group of four, all sprawled on the ground in less than half a minute, then at Kyle, whose expression was calm as if he had merely crushed four ants, Hermione and Neville swallowed hard in unison.

So Kyle... Dumbledore's child... was this brutal?

Kyle reached up and smoothed his slightly disheveled bangs, feeling rather bored.

They were simply too weak. They were not even worthy of dancing with him.

He had not even drawn his wand.

Otherwise, Draco would have had the honor of becoming the first victim of Kyle's improved Entrail-Expelling Curse.

"Come on, let's go find Hannah."