Under the guidance of the kind little beaver, the other two in the compartment accompanied this crybaby named Neville Longbottom on the journey to find his toad Trevor.
"Hello, have you seen a toad?"
Since he couldn't use Summoning Jutsu, nor spells like the Summoning Charm or Tracking Charm, Kyle could only use the dumbest method, going compartment by compartment with the three of them.
When they knocked on the door of yet another compartment, Kyle ran into someone completely unexpected.
"Yo, yo, yo, isn't this Malfoy?" Kyle's expression was exactly like that of a thug loitering in a dark alley in New York. "Haven't seen you for a few months, and you're already this pathetic?"
When enemies meet, it's especially infuriating.
Draco still couldn't forget the bag of rice he had to carry in Diagon Alley. His pale cheeks flushed red with anger.
"Draco, what's wrong?" asked a girl behind Malfoy who looked like a pug.
"Nothing, Pansy, just a personal grudge," Malfoy said, staring fixedly at Kyle. "You looking for a fight?"
Behind Draco, two ugly little fatties stood up in response, flanking the pale-faced Draco on both sides like a pair of bodyguards.
Kyle shrugged. "That depends on whether you want to taste the Thousand Years of Death again."
Hearing this, the furious Draco took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He couldn't let himself get riled up.
The last Thousand Years of Death had been too vicious, leaving an indelible shadow in Draco's young heart.
"This is Crabbe, this is Goyle," Draco introduced through gritted teeth.
He had wanted to lean forward and look down on Kyle, but due to the height difference, he had to crane his neck upward.
"You think you can take on all three of us alone?"
Setting the girls aside, Draco had three boys on his side, while Kyle only had himself and Neville.
And though Neville had wiped away his tear stains, traces still remained, making him look none too bright.
The atmosphere grew tense in an instant. Hermione tugged anxiously at Kyle's sleeve. "Don't fight!"
Draco quickly assessed the strength on both sides.
Though Kyle was tall and sturdy, Crabbe and Goyle's sheer bulk was right there. In a three-against-two fight, Malfoy figured there was no way he could lose.
The rain had passed, the sky had cleared, and Malfoy suddenly felt confident again.
"That's not up to you," Draco said, arms crossed, arrogantly tilting his chin at Kyle. "I want you to apologize for what you did to me in Diagon Alley!"
"And if I don't?" Kyle narrowed his eyes dangerously.
The blonde little loli standing behind Kyle frowned. "What exactly did you do to him in Diagon Alley?"
Kyle:
How was he supposed to answer that?
I made him experience the deep love Naruto showed to Gaara?
"I just gave a spoiled brat who's been pampered by his mother a little lesson."
Hearing Kyle's answer, Goyle unhappily reached out to grab Kyle's arm, trying to force him to apologize to his master.
Kyle was just about to teach Goyle a lesson for daring to reach out with his grubby paw when the chubby Neville suddenly appeared between them, separating him from Goyle.
"Don't you dare touch my friend!" Neville shouted angrily.
Kyle glanced at Neville in surprise. This chubby kid might be timid, but he was pretty brave when it counted.
Seeing a fight about to break out, Hermione glanced at the somewhat frightened blonde little loli beside her and nodded toward the compartment door on one side. "Hannah, go find some older students."
She herself gripped the wand hidden in her clothes.
Hannah hesitated, looking at the compartment door, then at the tense standoff in front of her. "Then you guys… don't fight! Wait for me to come back!"
"Stop! Don't go!" Crabbe shouted at Hannah, trying to push past Kyle and Neville to stop her.
Neville blocked Crabbe's path, which annoyed him.
The little fatty stretched out his hand and shoved Neville hard, pushing him aside.
Neville stumbled a few steps but then blocked Crabbe's way again.
After being obstructed repeatedly, a trace of anger appeared on the little fatty's face. He suddenly swung his fist at Neville.
Kyle yanked Neville out of the way, casually reached out, and caught Goyle's fist in his hand, exerting a bit of monstrous strength.
"Ah! My hand! Let go! Let go!" Goyle felt like the bones in his hand were about to shatter.
This kind of bullying-kids fight was truly boring. Kyle curled his lip.
He nonchalantly released his left hand from Goyle's fist, clenched his right hand into a tight fist, and smashed it hard into Goyle's eye socket.
With just one punch, Goyle's eye socket split open, his eyeball bulged out, and it was as if a shop of colorful silk had opened—red, black, and purple all blooming forth.
Seeing his teammate hit the floor, Crabbe lunged fiercely at Kyle.
Kyle dodged the opponent's wild, unskilled punches and drove a hard fist into Crabbe's solar plexus.
Crabbe's eyeballs bulged, and his body bent like a cooked shrimp.
Every bit of the snacks he'd just eaten came spewing out without a single morsel left behind.
The sour stench of vomit instantly filled the entire compartment.
Fortunately, Kyle dodged in time and avoided getting splattered by Crabbe.
Kyle pinched his nose in disgust and looked at the Malfoy in front of him. "Now it's just you left."
Draco, suddenly alone, turned into a total coward. He frantically tried to hide deeper into the compartment, but Kyle dragged him right back out.
Kyle tripped him with a foot, and Draco fell flat on the floor.
His handsome face was now less than twenty centimeters from that pile of grotesquely shaped Crabbe vomit.
A hand pressed down on the back of his head.
Draco instantly recalled the terror of being dominated by the Thousand Years of Death in Diagon Alley.
"No! You can't do this!" Draco howled in panic. "My father is a school governor! He's friends with Headmaster Dumbledore!"
So what if your father's a school governor? My father is the Dark Lord!
Kyle pressed down slightly harder with the hand on the back of Draco's head.
Splat!
Draco's face made intimate contact with the vomit.
That up-close sour stench was simply too refreshing.
Only now did the pug-faced girl Pansy react, letting out a shrill scream. "Let go of Draco!"
She lunged viciously, frantically trying to scratch Kyle with her long, sharp nails.
Kyle frowned, released Draco, and dodged the girl's attacks.
"Don't force my hand. I don't hit girls."
But she kept coming relentlessly. Kyle blocked her nail scratches with his hand, and she even opened her mouth to try to bite him.
Kyle could only helplessly let go, causing her to bite empty air.
Then, with a smooth pull, Pansy's head made intimate contact with the compartment wall, and she lost consciousness, collapsing to the floor.
Looking at the Malfoy quartet, all sprawled out in less than half a minute, and then at Kyle, whose face was calm as if he'd merely squashed four ants, Hermione and Neville simultaneously swallowed hard.
So Kyle… a child of the Dumbledore family… was this brutal?
Kyle reached out to smooth his slightly disheveled bangs, feeling a bit bored.
His opponents were far too weak—they weren't even worth dancing with.
He hadn't even drawn his wand.
Otherwise, Draco would have had the honor of being the first victim of his improved Entrail-Expelling Curse.
"Let's go. We'll find Hannah."
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