Draco Malfoy Receives Permission

The weather in Britain is mostly rainy.

What's even more outrageous is that the rain comes very suddenly, sometimes several times a day throughout the 24 hours.

In addition, the sky was mostly gray and gloomy.

It was impossible to predict the suddenness of the rain.

The same applies today.

While Luna and Ryan were at the pet shop called the Magical Menagerie, Harry, Ron, and Draco were once again preparing to head to Hagrid's Hut, which they hadn't visited in a long time.

However, they had only gone halfway when a torrential downpour began.

To make matters worse, the path to Hagrid's Hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest is a downhill slope.

In addition, the grass under their feet was soft and damp, and there was mud that made it slippery to walk on.

Even walking quickly was difficult for the three of them.

As for Harry, who should have been in complete control, he did have a strong, modified body, blood replaced with silver Potions, and superb footwork that Ryan called "Levitation Art," which he had honed in hundreds of dreams fighting vampire Snape, headless horseman Sirius, and Troll Dumbledore in various environments.

However, due to Ron, who shamelessly clung to his right side.

He could only follow the other two, walking slowly and deliberately towards Hagrid's Hut.

They didn't even use magic.

However, they hadn't gotten close yet. When they were about a hundred meters away from the cabin, everything changed.

An invisible protective shield suddenly appeared in mid-air.

It was a cover made of a medium that was invisible to the naked eye, like an inverted iron pot, unless the rainwater hit it and flowed down its edges.

The nauseating sensation of slipping, sinking, and being unable to escape from their feet disappeared.

Instead, it feels like stepping on a solid, dry, and highly gritty cobblestone floor.

"It's Hagrid!" The three of them looked toward the cabin.

The door to the wooden cabin was already open.

Hagrid's massive body was already partially visible behind the door.

They looked down and saw that the ground beneath their feet was no longer grass and mud.

Instead, they were standing in mid-air.

Ron shook off Harry and ran excitedly toward the cabin.

This feeling of being suspended in mid-air yet firmly planted on the ground made Ron feel like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.

Draco wasn't much better off.

His pale face, still damp with the cold rain, slowly began to glow with warmth and a flush.

With its chest out, head held high, and rear end sticking out, it walked slowly in a very strange manner.

It seemed as if the road to the cabin was a red carpet, with a group of reporters carrying cameras on both sides.

Draco is giving Harry that feeling right now.

However, before Harry could think much about their actions, Hagrid's voice rang in his ears.

"Harry, you're here!"

Harry, who was walking briskly forward, looked up but couldn't see Hagrid anywhere.

All they could see was Hagrid holding Hephaestus in his arms, and both of them were waving at them.

Ron ran even faster, Draco quickened his pace, and even Harry started jogging.

However, as I approached the cabin, a warm, dry sensation washed over my skin.

The clothes soaked in the rain dried, and the damp, oily hair regained its freshness as when I first went out.

It was Hephaestus, who stretched out three large hands made of flames and swept them over the three people.

A little while later, Hagrid saw that the three of them had entered the cabin.

The protective shield in mid-air disappeared, and the rain, which was sliding down an arc, poured down to the ground.

The door closed automatically, and three stools floated up slightly, like a car drifting, and came behind the three of them before slowly landing on the floor.

"Sit down—" The three of them sat down. The table that had been against the wall, just like the benches from before, appeared in the center of the room, in front of them.

Teacups, plates, and cutlery were lifted up by an unseen hand and appeared at the elbows of the three people.

Steaming hot tea appeared in the teacup.

Three thick Rock Cakes and some fried sausages also appeared on the plate.

Faced with the long-awaited Rock Cakes, Harry and Ron reluctantly started eating sausages instead.

Draco, who had never seen Rock Cakes before, confidently cut into it with his knife, and then—he got stuck.

He stubbornly tried to pull it out, but even as veins bulged, the knife remained motionless in its original position.

"Merlin's beard! What is that?"

"Rock Cakes, quite chewy, aren't they? The filling is beef, with black pepper and onions!" Hagrid stroked his beard smugly. "Ryan came over recently, and I made too many."

"You know that Ryan?" Draco couldn't help but become interested.

He gave up on dueling with the kitchen knife.

Ryan Smith, Harry's roommate.

But whether it was Harry, Ron, Neville, or even Ginny, they all seemed to be keeping quiet about him.

He had almost no recollection of this person.

I can't even remember what he looks like.

Draco's curiosity did not surprise Harry and Ron.

They all assumed it was because Draco had been blasted off the train by a spell from Ryan when they were still on board when they first enrolled.

They had no idea that Draco didn't know what Ryan looked like, or that he had forgotten about it.

And because his name was called, Ryan, who was picking out Kneazle with Luna, looked over.

He smiled slightly.

Draco remembered everything that happened on the train, and Ryan's face.

However, he wasn't surprised at all.

It's as if they've never forgotten.

Ryan's previous blockade of Draco was entirely due to one thing.

That is, the attention of the gods has magic.

Although Ryan is only a demigod, he possesses Divine Kingdom and the ability to alter reality, almost like the Moon Mirage Body that Dio used after ascending to heaven in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

His gaze was almost divine.

Those he loves will receive unseen blessings, and their fortune and mental state will improve significantly.

What he hates will naturally lead to depression and bad luck all day long.

Draco Malfoy was the guy he always hated.

Of course, this dislike is based on the original Draco Malfoy.

It has nothing to do with the current world line.

Therefore, Ryan wouldn't subject him to such a curse-like scrutiny.

But subconscious malice still exists.

While the magical Ryan that has drawn attention can be controlled, controlling it still consumes a tiny, negligible amount of energy that can be recovered in an instant.

Spending money on Draco is of no value whatsoever.

But now, because of Luna, Ryan is in a good mood and agrees to let Draco know his information.

All the memories buried deep in my heart by a hidden magic have surfaced one by one.

And it was as if they had always been on the surface of the water.

This is the extent of Ryan's hidden magic at this point.

The cabin, Hagrid's side, "Of course I know him."

He was brought over by Harry, just like Ron.

He loved eating Rock Cakes, just like Madame Maxime.

I also gave him my secret to making the dough chewy and elastic for hide-and-seek.

However, he still likes what I make the most.

The House-elf aren't as strong as me.