"So, young master, what kind of movies do you plan to watch this time?" Trillian asked again, her anticipation renewed.
Before he could speak, Hermione said confidently, "It's obviously a thriller or horror movie."
"How did you know?" Draco asked in surprise.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Don't they say horror movies can foster intimacy? Why aren't you taking advantage of this?"
"Hehe, as expected, my wife understands me best. You can't hide anything from her," Draco admitted frankly.
"That's great!" Trillian exclaimed excitedly. Draco and Hermione looked at her simultaneously, their eyes filled with doubt.
Realizing she had overreacted, Trillian quickly explained, "I meant this type of movie is pretty good..."
"Heh." Draco chuckled knowingly. This woman was also someone who loved to take advantage of others, whether she was waiting to be taken advantage of or actively taking advantage of others, she could do it all.
Trillian returned his smile with a knowing, sly one.
"You love seeking thrills so much, you probably won't be scared of horror movies, right?" Draco looked at Trillian with interest.
"No, I'm terrified of those scary scenes, I'm a real coward," Trillian said, feigning timidity.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Hermione said dismissively.
"Ghosts are everywhere in the magical world, and some of them are so talkative they're scarier than anything in the movies," she explained in a low voice.
"Really?" Trillian asked incredulously.
"Of course!" Hermione nodded gently. "It's just that ordinary people can't see these things. Only those with pure magical blood can clearly perceive their existence."
"This is so enviable! I really want to see it for myself." Trillian felt both longing and a little disappointed.
"It's alright. Even though you don't have magical blood, you can experience it in other ways. You can also come into contact with many magical things around us," Hermione comforted her.
"That's also my good fortune," said Trillian.
The three entered the movie theater. The lights were dim, and the air was filled with the aroma of popcorn. Draco went straight to the ticket window, glanced at the schedule, and then pointed to a movie:
"This one, ' Mr. Vampire Part 3 '."
"That name sounds... a little strange," Hermione said.
"Honey, this is a classic supernatural comedy from China, it's pretty scary too," Draco explained.
"I'd like to see just how scary it is." Hermione said calmly, having seen plenty of strange and unusual things in the Wizarding World.
The opening scene is set in a small town, where a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe is performing an exorcism, pretending to be a shaman.
The man brandished a peach wood sword, chanting incantations, but things went awry. His little brother was shot with a needle by the ghost he was raising, causing him to scream in pain all over the ground. Luckily, the villagers didn't find him...
"Pfft--" Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Trillian also burst into laughter, pointing at the screen between laughs. "Isn't this a scam?"
Not only the two of them, but other audience members in the theater also laughed, creating a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. No one felt scared; they only found the opening scene humorous and interesting.
As the plot unfolds, the villagers realize he's lying, but having no other recourse, they forcibly throw him into their house.
The act of throwing the object disrupted the atmosphere inside the room. The door slammed shut, and the man tried to leave but found it wouldn't open.
The once lively mansion instantly became eerily silent, as a white-clad female ghost appeared, startling the man greatly.
"Ah--" What happened next startled Trillian, who grabbed Draco's arm. Hermione didn't scream, but she also gripped Draco's clothes tightly.
"Don't be afraid, it's all fake." Draco hugged Hermione.
"I'm not scared!" Hermione retorted defiantly.
"Really?" Draco chuckled, then asked,
"And your hand..."
"I'm used to it." Hermione pulled back.
Draco's smile widened, but he didn't expose him.
"Young Master, I'm scared too..." Trillian pleaded for comfort.
" Trillian, you're a grown woman, what are you afraid of?" Draco retorted mercilessly. "This is a movie, not real life."
"You...!" Trillian could only curse inwardly.
Young master, you're such a hypocrite!
The other audience members in the box were also quite frightened, and the entire movie theater was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.
As the film progresses, the plot becomes even more bizarre. A group of horsemen appear on screen, their faces contorted in rage, wielding scimitars, galloping wildly in a state of panic.
Ambushed on the road, their horse stumbled and fell into a ditch. Another group of survivors surrounded them, forcing them to dismount and fight. One of the bandits had his throat slit, blood gushing out, but his wound miraculously healed instantly, allowing him to rejoin the battle.
"Hiss--" Seeing Hermione shrink back, Trillian grabbed Draco's arm again, this time even tighter.
A gasp rippled through the theater. A boy in the back row muttered, "What the hell? He didn't even die after having his throat slit?"
"That's normal. Vampires aren't afraid of swords either."
"Yeah, that's probably similar to being a vampire."
The subsequent plot repeatedly frightened Hermione and Trillian, and the audience was also terrified, but when Uncle Jiu appeared, his spellcasting gestures and professional fighting skills instantly calmed everyone down.
The tense and frightening atmosphere eased considerably, and the audience began to focus their attention on the battle between Uncle Jiu and the female ghost.
Hermione's attention also shifted; she caught sight of Trillian and, feigning fear, practically clung to Draco.
" Trillian," Hermione reminded her.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Trillian still looked a little nervous.
"Sit still!" Hermione squinted.
"I... I'm scared," Trillian explained, " Uncle Jiu is powerful, but that female ghost's appearance is terrifying!"
After saying that, Trillian released Draco.
Hermione was finally satisfied.
As the movie ended and the lights came back on, the three of them stepped out of their box and onto the deck. The slightly salty sea breeze swept over them, dispelling the slight sense of oppression left by the movie.
" Miss Granger, didn't you say you weren't scared? Who was it in the movie theater who was clinging to my clothes and trying to get into my arms?" Draco asked, his arm around Hermione's shoulder, a playful smile curving his lips.
"It's impossible to generalize. The horror in the film is a completely different feeling. That oppressive atmosphere is more unsettling than ghosts," Hermione argued.
"Is that so?" Draco laughed.
"Of course."
Following closely beside Draco, Trillian couldn't help but shudder, saying with lingering fear, "Young Master, are all the supernatural legends from China this scary...? They look rather creepy."