"I'm sorry, Draco. Your answer is incorrect."
Aiden looked at Draco Malfoy with genuine surprise.
He wondered if Harry had actually hit the poor bastard's head earlier.
With the explanation from the previous question, anyone with a normal brain could have easily guessed the correct answer.
But Draco stubbornly chose the least likely one.
If this wasn't a problem with his brain, then what was?
Or… did Draco want to perform another ridiculous dance in front of the entire school?
Hiss—
Thinking of it that way, Aiden felt it was completely possible.
Had Draco already abandoned all shame just to become famous at Hogwarts?
"Why? What the hell was Draco thinking!?" Blaise Zabini stared at him, full of disbelief.
He absolutely hadn't expected this outcome.
Who would've thought Draco would ignore the obvious choice just to pick the obviously wrong one?
"Who knows? Maybe his brain really is messed up. Didn't you forget he got into a fight with Harry a few days ago?"
Daphne Greengrass sighed dramatically.
"I agree," Marcus Flint muttered. "Draco's brain definitely got scrambled during that conflict."
Even Marcus — who already considered himself not the brightest — found Draco's choice shocking.
On the Gryffindor side, laughter immediately broke out.
Their laughter was exaggerated, shameless, and unrestrained.
Mockery filled their eyes.
Even Professor McGonagall, who was normally strict and serious, had a rare smile in her eyes.
After all… she was a Gryffindor.
Watching a Slytherin suffer was undeniably satisfying.
"Come on! Place your bets! What punishment will Malfoy get this time? Will he turn into a dog and dance? Or something even worse?"
"Wood, how can you say that? We're all classmates. Something simple would be fine. Maybe he should just hang upside down?"
Their excitement was building — clearly none of them wanted to miss Draco's next humiliation.
"So, you're going to be punished again, Draco."
Aiden announced it lightly.
Whether his brain was scrambled or not, punishment was punishment.
"Bring it on! Isn't it just dancing? I'm not afraid."
Draco gritted his teeth dramatically.
But secretly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At least it wasn't internal organ compression like Ron Weasley suffered earlier.
Just dancing?
Ha. He refused to believe there was a dance he couldn't master.
"It is dancing," Aiden confirmed.
Looking at the punishment written on the glowing card, he nearly burst into laughter.
As a host of the [Live Broadcast Q&A System], he was supposed to remain professional.
But some things were just too funny.
"Draco Malfoy's punishment. Put on a Balala Little Fairy outfit and perform a tap dance for one full minute in front of all faculty and students — effective immediately."
Aiden pressed a hand over his mouth, trying desperately not to break down laughing.
Then with a wave of his hand, Draco and the others disappeared from the high platform, and Draco's outfit transformed.
Draco blinked, "What the hell is a Balala Little Fairy outfit?"
That was his last coherent thought before a wave of cosmic malice hit him.
A moment later, he reappeared —
in the middle of the Great Hall.
Wearing a bright pink dress.
With fluffy lace.
Sparkling ribbons.
And his hair…
Dyed pink.
Silence.
All of Hogwarts froze — even Dumbledore and the others who had just returned stared.
Every eye locked onto Draco.
Draco's stomach dropped.
Then—
Someone laughed.
No one knew who laughed first.
But it was like throwing a match into a barrel of fireworks.
Boom.
The Great Hall exploded with laughter.
Even Professor Snape — the man who could stand beside a funeral pyre and not react — had the corners of his mouth twitch upward.
Slytherins tried to maintain their dignity.
They failed miserably.
Ron Weasley fell off his bench laughing, clutching his stomach.
There was nothing more satisfying than seeing your rival humiliated —
in pink ribbons —
tap dancing in women's clothing.
"Colin! QUICK! TAKE A PICTURE!"
A Gryffindor shouted.
Colin Creevey nearly shook with excitement.
A camera had never felt more powerful.
Click.
A fresh photo appeared instantly, and Colin was immediately swarmed by tall Gryffindor boys with evil smiles.
Of course, they had no bad intentions.
They simply wanted…
Everyone at Hogwarts to enjoy Draco Malfoy's glorious transformation.
Truly a noble deed.
Draco began tap dancing, his pink dress swaying with every step.
Hogwarts had never been happier.
Perhaps his dance was the true Halloween event this year.
In the midst of chaos, Hermione Granger glanced at Harry Potter, conflicted.
"You should answer next, Hermione."
Harry waved dismissively, clearly enjoying the show.
"Harry!" Hermione frowned.
But Harry just grinned and pulled out his black-and-white twin pistols.
"I already have these. I'm not interested in more rewards right now."
He placed them in front of Hermione.
"I'm more curious what you will get."
"This question involves you," Hermione insisted. "So you should answer it."
Harry shrugged.
"Well, Professor Snape didn't answer either."
Hermione froze.
Harry smirked.
"It's settled then."
This time, Harry's tone left no room for negotiation.