An English-Style Cow Kiss

Draco was completely stunned.

He was gripping a Coke bottle in his left hand, ready to smash it against Arthur's head, but the half-eaten ice cream in his right hand floated into the air.

Then it dropped neatly onto his face.

That was bad enough, but the ice cream also soaked Draco's proudest, most elegant feature: his light blond hair!

How did you quickly enrage a Malfoy?

You started with the surname he was so proud of, and his light blond hair, which was always groomed to a shine.

And so William duly enraged a Xiaolong who had yet to be knocked around by society.

Ignoring the ice cream on his face, Draco turned the Coke bottle on William.

But William was a wizard, a proud wizard. How could he fight like a Muggle?

William raised his wand again and cast the most powerful magic he had used to date!

"Wingardium Leviosa."

This time he didn't miss, but William keenly noticed that he hadn't used the Levitation Charm.

Like Baruffio, William had made a common mistake: he had said "s" instead of "f."

A calf a few months old appeared out of thin air, instantly knocking Draco to the ground.

The calf stood on his chest and looked innocently around. It had been drinking milk before it was summoned, and a milky white liquid still lingered at the corners of its mouth.

The calf was starving, but its mother was gone, so it turned its hungry gaze to Draco on the ground.

Draco shuddered. "My father..." he said, his voice trembling.

His father was busy grappling with Arthur, each pulling at the other's clothes. How could he have time to look after him?

Draco's great summoning skill

failed!

He turned his gaze to William again.

"Help me, I have Galleons..."

Before Draco could finish, the calf lowered its head and licked the ice cream off his lips.

"Mmm..."

Draco pressed his lips together to prevent further violation. But his trembling voice turned into a whimper, and soon into unrestrained sobs.

Under that English-style cow kiss, he lost both his first kiss and his first French kiss!

The farce went on for nearly ten whole minutes before it was stopped.

Hagrid made his way over with difficulty, using his massive frame to push through the crowd.

With his great hands, he pulled Lucius and Arthur apart as if they were chicks.

Arthur's lip was split, and the bald patch on his head seemed to have grown considerably.

Lucius still had a small tuft of red hair in his mouth. He spat it out and rubbed his blackened, panda-like eye.

His French robes were covered in dust too, looking wrinkled and rumpled, not smooth at all.

"At least the Star of Sierra Leone is still here." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief. He had spent hundreds of thousands of Galleons on it.

Lucius placed the diamond in his palm, breathed on it, and vigorously rubbed off the dust. In the glow of the setting sun, the diamond glittered brilliantly.

Huh? He had a feeling something wasn't right.

"Hey, where's my wand? Where did my wand go?!!" Lucius dropped to the ground and searched for his wand like a madman.

The diamond had been set in the wand. Now the diamond was still there, but the wand was gone!

"Damn you, Merlin!!" Lucius couldn't help swearing.

A malicious light shone in his eyes.

The diamond was too expensive for anyone to dare steal, so they dared steal his wand instead?

Lucius glared around. Everyone looked like Che Guevara to him, but in the end, he didn't say he would have them all arrested.

There were too many people around, and the Ministry of Magic wasn't his family's business.

It was only a wand. He could just get another!

Lucius turned his gaze back to Arthur and threatened, "Just wait until Cornelius fires you. You'd better pray Dumbledore takes you in and lets you work as a caretaker alongside this big oaf!"

Lucius charged furiously at the gap between the two men, but he overestimated himself and underestimated Hagrid.

Hagrid didn't budge. Lucius, on the other hand, felt as though he had run into a hill. He staggered and nearly fell.

He was furious, but in the end he didn't dare lay a hand on him.

Without his wand, he found Hagrid's nearly five-meter frame far too intimidating, so he decisively chose to follow his heart.

Lucius limped over to Draco, who was sitting on the ground, giggling foolishly.

The ice cream was gone from his face, though it was hard to say whether the calf had eaten it all or it had slowly melted away.

He glared at William and Cedric, hoisted up his foolish son, and turned toward Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"You shouldn't have paid him any mind, Arthur," Hagrid said. "The whole Malfoy family's rotten to the core, everyone knows that. They're born bad. Forget it-let's go."

They hurried down the street, and an angry voice rang out again from not far away.

"I was only gone a few minutes, and you got into a fight?" Mrs. Weasley hurried toward them from the other end of the street.

"If I hadn't just run into Mrs. Longbottom, I still wouldn't know!"

Mrs. Weasley was plump and usually looked kind, but now she was like an angry tiger.

Never mind Mr. Weasley-even Charlie and the twins didn't dare move a muscle.

The story Mr. Weasley had just agreed on with everyone was completely useless now.

William asked quietly, "Mr. Weasley won't get into trouble at work, will he?"

"No." Fred put an arm around William's shoulders and whispered, "It's not work hours, and neither side used a wand.

"Besides, Minister Fudge only took office this year, and he needs people right now. The Ministry of Magic will give him a verbal warning at most. Anyway, this sort of thing has happened plenty of times."

George draped an arm over William's other shoulder and winked. "Brother, that buffalo spell you cast just now was brilliant. The Malfoy brat was scared silly!

"I bet if you'd done that in Charms class, Professor Flitwick would definitely have given you five points!"

Fred pinched his nose and mimicked him in a high-pitched voice. "Oh, Mr. Stark, beautifully done. Five points to Gryffindor!"

"Hey, Fred, not Gryffindor. It's obviously Hufflepuff," Cedric protested from where he had been squeezed aside.

"Cedric, don't joke!" George laughed. "Hufflepuff already has one genius. You can't have a second, or how are we supposed to compete for the House Cup?"

The genius was, of course, Cedric, and the shy boy's face reddened again.

"Exactly," Fred agreed. "William can come to Gryffindor and help us win back the points we lose.

"Then Percy won't always have to stand there with his hands on his hips, shouting, 'Look what you two have done! I'm writing to tell Mum!'"

Charlie Weasley giggled, but when he saw Mrs. Weasley's gaze turn toward him, he quickly put on a stern face. "All right, George, stop talking behind Percy's back."

"Dear brother, I'm so hurt. I'm Fred, not George."

"Oh, sorry."

Everyone burst out laughing, including Mrs. Weasley.

It was plain to see that the Weasley brothers were everyone's favorite clowns, and everyone liked them.

William included!

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