Strange Hiahiahia--

During the Christmas holidays, quite a few people decided to go home, including Draco and the others.

On the train back, Blaise was still scrolling through his phone, an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Malfoy was in the same compartment, along with Pansy and Theodore. Although Malfoy also had one of those so-called phones, he didn't seem inclined to take it out so far.

"Are you planning to give that to Uncle Lucius?"

Blaise suddenly looked up and smiled at Malfoy, who was resting his chin on his hand and gazing absently out the window. Malfoy turned back, lowered his hand, and frowned out of habit.

Honestly, he should have given it to his father, but subconsciously, he didn't want to. Malfoy himself didn't know why he felt that way.

"Ha, do you think I'll hand it over? Something like this?" Malfoy smirked. He didn't make his intentions clear, so Pansy simply assumed Draco would hand it over.

"How could Draco possibly keep something that's obviously a Muggle thing? If it were me, I'd have thrown it away long ago." Pansy huffed and looked at Malfoy. "Right, Draco?"

As if deliberately, Theodore spread his hands and said, "Ah, what a shame. I'd quite like one. Draco, how about giving me yours? You'll definitely get another one anyway, right?" Theodore looked at Malfoy with the hint of a smile.

Malfoy curled his lip and snorted. "Hmph, I don't want to get soup splashed all over me again. That smell is hard to wash off." In other words, don't even think about it; he wasn't giving it to him.

"That really is a shame." Theodore shrugged, leaned back, and closed his eyes to rest. He didn't look the least bit regretful.

Malfoy thought the guy was being rather strange.

The jolting train finally arrived at King's Cross Station. Malfoy felt as though every bone in his body was about to fall apart.

As they got off, they ran into Hermione from Gryffindor. Pansy immediately frowned in disgust, covered her nose, and muttered, "The smell of Muggles."

Hermione's parents had come to take her home. She heard the Slytherins, but ignored them. The two houses had never gotten along particularly well anyway. Hermione happily went home with her parents.

She told her parents about the fun things that had happened at school.

Meanwhile, in the large group chat.

Oh My Mother: Yay, yay, yay, vacation! Here I come, Christmas holidays! Hahahahaha!

Hufflepuff's Great Food Thief: Congratulations, Teacher Di!

Mengsi Snape: I'm so jealous that Teacher Di gets Christmas off too...

Mrs. Malfoy Number Two: Haha, the holiday schedules here and abroad are different.

Bug Ming: Haha, I'm still at school, and I've burst into tears.

Did Professor Snape Wash His Hair Today: How long is your break this time, Teacher Di?

Oh My Mother: www, two weeks, same as every year.

Hogwarts's Ghost: Hey, our school here is sending us home early because of the pandemic too!

Malfoy's Portable Power Bank: Online classes at home, hehe.

Bug Ming: Damn it, I want to go home too. Our province hasn't announced an early break yet.

James-Brand Shampoo: Christmas is here! Anyone want to play Wizard's Chess online? (Howls)

Harry's Runaway Glasses: Me! Let's play, let's play!

Snape's Shampoo: Speaking of Christmas, I'm thinking about Harry's Invisibility Cloak again, www. I want one just like it.

Kerun: Maybe try wrapping yourself in a green cloth. With good enough post-production, we can turn invisible too, www.

Snape's Shampoo: Damn it (;д;)!

Oh My Mother: I'm on my way home. If only I could really ride the Hogwarts Express Slow just once.

Ferret Terminator: Hogwarts Express Slow, www. That cracked me up, hahahaha!

Determined to Save Hogwarts from Lingering Regrets: I really do want to transmigrate. I want to talk to them face-to-face, damn it.

Malfoy's Portable Power Bank: When I transmigrate, I'm going to burn all the young master's suits. (Strikes a match)

Hufflepuff's Great Food Thief: Calm down!

Draco's Runaway Green Apple: The young master's smile in his school uniform was obnoxious, but he was happy (இωஇ ).

Summer Sunshine and Tree Shade: Here we go again, huh? Stabbing me with knives again, huh?

May We Always Meet in Peace: The young master looked handsome in a suit, but he really didn't smile anymore.

Mrs. Malfoy Number Two: Sob, don't do this, guys.

Malfoy returned home.

"Back already, Draco? Has anything interesting happened at school recently? I hear things have been quite lively there." Lucius spoke as he read the latest Daily Prophet. As one of the school governors, he had naturally heard some things about the school.

Draco paused while taking off his coat, then resumed as normal. "Nothing, Father. Why do you ask?" He folded the coat over his arm and headed for his room.

Lucius smiled. "Really? Very well, then." Narcissa also smiled and crouched down to straighten Draco's collar. "Go get some rest. We'll call you at dinner."

When Draco returned to his room, he closed the door and sat on the edge of his bed, feeling a little conflicted.

He took the phone out of his coat pocket. How strange. Why had he been afraid for a moment that his mother would find the phone? He'd had the illusion that everything hinged on that moment, as if something terrible would happen later if it were discovered now.

Thinking this, Draco leaned against the headboard and turned on the phone.

He scrolled back through the earlier chat. He really didn't understand what the black suit they were talking about was for.

Why did they say he stopped smiling once he put on a black suit? Was the black suit some kind of sealing artifact?

Kissing Little Dragon Under the Christmas Tree: But Little Dragon in a suit really looked just like a male model. So handsome /shy

Young Master's Green Apple-Flavored Wand: Every Slytherin is a male model~

Draco stared at the screen. ? What kind of name is that? How am I supposed to look at a Christmas tree now?

Draco frowned deeply, looking thoroughly disgusted, but his fingers were honest: he switched to another group chat and kept scrolling.

Platinum Little Dragon's Runaway Expression Control: I can't take it, I really love Draco so much.

[Group owner] Stepmother Literature: I can't take it, my precious Draco! Come here and let Mommy hug you!

[Admin] Malfoy's Official Wife: Ahhhhh, little Draco is so cute! /Feral scream (＞首＜)

Draco's Runaway Green Apple: Another day of going crazy over Draco. (Dark left hook) (Dark right hook) (Darkly crawls over to Draco's trouser leg)

Ferret Terminator: Little Dragon looks good even with slicked-back hair. (Holds rose in teeth) (Mouth gets cut by thorns on rose)

Damn Muggle: So why do you say he stops smiling in a black suit? Is it some kind of artifact? He puts it on and stops smiling?

Draco really couldn't hold back, so he asked. Otherwise, it was too frustrating to keep seeing talk of a black suit he didn't understand.

[Group owner] Stepmother Literature: www, you must be new to the fandom, right? You haven't seen the later plot yet?

Kissing Little Dragon Under the Christmas Tree: Listen to us, stop after season three. It's really over there.

Ferret Terminator: Agreed. The black suit is the devil.

[Admin] I Am Lucius's Daughter-in-Law: That's enough, hey. Be serious.

[Admin] I Am Lucius's Daughter-in-Law: @Damn Muggle, the black suit symbolizes Draco's transition when he grew up and had to serve that Braised Egg~

[Group owner] Stepmother Literature: It's just too heartbreaking. When Draco didn't understand anything, he was just an ordinary school bully (?), but ever since he understood what he had to shoulder because of the Malfoy name, he basically stopped smiling.

Mrs. Malfoy Number Two: Sob, sob, sob, I feel so sorry for the young master! He's neither purely good nor purely evil, but the Malfoy name bound him too tightly, sob, sob, sob.

Young Master's Green Apple-Flavored Wand: Wah, T﹏T, he gets scared too! How must he have felt when he learned he had to kill Dumbledore?! But he never wanted to do it at all, QAQ.

I Am Draco's Dog: It broke my heart when Little Dragon said through tears that he was the one who had been chosen, QAQ.

Draco, only eleven years old, looked at these messages and felt as though his whole world had been reset. What? What did they mean, he was going to kill Dumbledore with his own hands?

Braised Egg? What was that? Was it a person?

Draco grew more and more confused, but these people seemed to be... concerned about him?

What was this?! Why would he need a bunch of Muggles to care about him!?

"Draco? Dinner is ready." Narcissa knocked on the door, and Draco instinctively hid the phone under his pillow in an instant. Then he caught himself. Why am I so nervous?

Draco told Narcissa he knew and tidied up a little. Looking at the phone whose screen he had hurriedly switched off, Draco frowned, feeling somewhat conflicted. Finally, he decided that out of sight was out of mind, opened his bedside drawer, tossed the phone in, and locked it up.

That should do it, right?

Draco deceived himself with that thought.

"Achoo."

At that very moment, Fred was at school, scrolling through his phone while eating the Christmas feast the school had provided. He suddenly sneezed and instinctively turned his head just in time to avoid sacrificing the steak on his plate.

"So there are countries that don't even celebrate Christmas." Fred saw the chat and found it a little funny. They had it rough~

In the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Proprietresses' gathering place.

[Group owner] Bug Ming: No way, no way, there are still people who didn't get an early break?

[Group owner] Bug Ming: It's me. Never mind, then, sob, sob, sob--

[Group owner] Bug Ming: [Fred crying face.jpg]

Sandwich Biscuit: Gagaga, our school already let us out early, haha.

Proprietress Number Two: I'm jealous that Teacher Di gets a Christmas holiday.

Proprietress Number Two: But we get two months off for Spring Festival, hahahahahahaha! (Laughs wildly and smugly)

Oh My Mother: ? Politeness: You?

[Admin] My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: ? How come you get two months?

All at once, Fred felt the food in front of him had lost its appeal.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Proprietress: Hehe, we get two Spring Festivals this year~

George couldn't help laughing as he looked at the chat. He gestured to Fred: Watch me.

[Admin] My Older Brother Is Farting: But we get snow at Christmas.

George also sent a picture of a snowman he and Fred had made during the day. It wasn't very good-looking, but it was enough to make them jealous.

[Group owner] Bug Ming: Holy shit, such a huge snowman?! How deep must the snow be...

[Group owner] Bug Ming: The yearning of a southerner.

The Twins Cannot Live Without Each Other: Why does that background look so familiar?

[Admin] My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: Ha! Guess where we are!

The Twins Are Together Forever: Haha! You think you're the only ones with snow? /A northerner's arrogance

The Twins Are Together Forever: [Snowman picture]

The Twins Are Together Forever: Look at the Fred and George I made!!!

Fred stared at the screen with the expression of an old man looking at a phone on the subway. What was this? Other than the two snowmen being identically ugly, he couldn't see any resemblance to himself.

[Group owner] Bug Ming: ? Fuck, why is your George missing an ear?!

Proprietress Number Two: Why did you hide a knife in your snowman?!

[Admin] My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: Your snowmen don't look like us at all. Bad review!

The Twins Cannot Live Without Each Other: Look on the bright side. At least the two snowmen are together.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Deputy Proprietress: Fuck, it's Christmas, can't you hold back the knives? Spring Festival is coming in a few days, can't you give us some sugar instead?!!

[Admin] My Older Brother Is Farting: Exactly!

The twins sat at the dining table with their phones, having a wonderful time chatting. They'd fit in so well that they'd even become admins.

They had perfectly integrated into the fandom.

"I can't wait to see their faces when they find out we're the real ones, haha!" Fred grinned wickedly, thoroughly enjoying the idea. George was no better. "I didn't expect their region to be so big! How come there are places where it doesn't even snow?"

Through exposure to the group, the two had perfectly mastered the art of modern netizen sarcasm.

[Admin] My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: No way, no way, are there really people feeding themselves knives during the holidays?

Proprietress Number Two: No knives! No no no no no no no no no no blbl bababa!

Proprietress Number Two: /Incoherent

[Group owner] Bug Ming: /Silence

The Twins Are Together Forever: Look how badly you scared the poor kid.

Oh My Mother: It's the holidays, have some sugar.

Oh My Mother: [Picture: Fred buries George in snow to make a snowman.jpg]

[Group owner] Bug Ming: Ahhhhhhh! Teacher Di delivers as always!!! So cute, ahhhhh!! (Goes wild) (Faints) (At peace)

Fred's eyes lit up, and he quickly saved it.

For no particular reason, except that it was "Fred" burying "George."

"This person really draws well, don't you think, George~"

George: ? Have some decency.

Time for some brainless mini-theater.

Brainless mini-theater--⑨

Draco's fan: Guys, I spent twenty-six of my own money to get a precious Draco.

Fan: [Video.gif]

Baby Draco! Precious Draco!!

If someone throws cold water on you, then! Boil it! And throw it back!!!!

Draco himself: ?

Draco would need a lifetime to recover from that half-minute video.

Brainless mini-theater--⑩

Harry's fans got bored while voice chatting and started playing at speaking Parseltongue.

Fans: (Randomly hisses for fun)

Harry, who was lurking in the chat and actually spoke Parseltongue: ? Why do you want to smack Voldemort's bottom hard with the old lady next door's old boots?