The weekend finally arrived, much to the young wizards' delight.
Breaking with their usual habits, they got up early and hurried to the dining hall. When they met and heard the clink of Sickles and Knuts in one another's pockets, they exchanged knowing smiles, sharing an understanding that needed no words.
September was when the difference between daytime and nighttime temperatures in Britain was greatest. Since they did not have to wear their school robes to Hogsmeade, Malfoy had once again taken great care over his appearance.
This time, he had dressed like another of Brother Fat's classic characters, Xu Wenqiang.
He wore a long autumn trench coat with a plain scarf around his neck, his hair neatly slicked back and gleaming with oil.
"Zhang, how do you think I look?"
Zhang Xiao looked down at his own casual clothes-a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, entirely in keeping with his tastes from his previous life-then looked at Malfoy's trench coat, dress trousers, and high-top leather shoes.
What else could I say?
"You look so cool, Draco."
Malfoy immediately wore that little expression of his, wanting to beam but struggling to hold it back.
"Thank you for the compliment. What are we waiting for, then? Potter and Granger should be here soon. Keeping others waiting is hardly gentlemanly."
With that, he hurried out. Otherwise, he feared he would burst out laughing, which would be terribly undignified.
Zhang Xiao slowly lowered the hand that had been pinching his lower back. He did not need to look to know he had pinched it swollen.
Holding it in was so hard...
Malfoy had that pale complexion, yet his lips were very red. Add all the hair oil he had used and that outfit...
To Zhang Xiao, he looked rather like that "high-quality human male" from