Hogwarts Shippuden

Under the guidance of the kind little beaver, the other two people in the compartment accompanied this crybaby named Neville Longbottom on a journey to find the Toad Leif.

"Hello, have you seen a toad?"

Because he doesn't know the magic of psychics, and he doesn't know any magics such as flying spells and tracking spells, Kyle can only use the stupidest method to find the three of them one by one.

When they knocked on the door of a compartment again, Kyle met an unexpected person.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this Malfoy?" Kyle's face looked like a hooligan roaming in the dark alleys of New York. "I haven't seen you for a few months, so you're pulling it?"

The enemy is particularly jealous when they meet.

Draco still couldn't forget the bag of rice he carried in Diagon Alley, his pale cheeks flushed with anger.

"Draco, what's wrong?" asked a poodle-looking girl behind Malfoy.

"It's okay, Pansy, it's just a personal feud," Malfoy stared at Kyle, "you want to fight, don't you?"

Behind Draco, two ugly-looking little chubby dudes stood up in response, guarding the little white-faced Draco in the middle, like a pair of bodyguards.

Kyle shrugged, "That depends on whether you want to have another taste of the Millennium Killing."

Hearing this, Draco took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, unable to stand up.

Because the last Millennium Killing was too shady, it left an indelible shadow in Draco's young mind.

"This is Crabbe, this is Goyle." Draco introduced through gritted teeth.

He wanted to lean forward and look down at Kyle, but because of his height, he had to look up.

"You think you can beat the three of us alone?"

Aside from the girls, there were three boys on Draco's side, and only him and Neville on Kyle's side.

And although the tears on Neville's face were wiped dry, there were still traces left, and Azi didn't look very smart.

The atmosphere became a little stiff for a while, and Hermione pulled the corner of Rachel's shirt a little uneasily, "Don't fight!"

Draco quickly assessed the strength of both the enemy and the enemy.

Although Kyle is tall and big, the tonnage of Crabbe and Goyle is there, and in the case of three-on-two, Malfoy feels that he is impossible to lose.

The rain was over, the sky was clear, and Malfoy felt like he was okay again in an instant.

"That's up to you," Draco folded his arms and raised his chin proudly at Kyle, "I want you to apologize for what you did to me in Diagon Alley!"

"What if I don't?" Kyle narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The blond little Lolita standing behind Kyle frowned, "What did you do to him in Diagon Alley?"

Kyle:  …

How does this make him answer?

I let him experience Naruto's deep love for Gaara?

"I just gave a little education to a bear child who was spoiled by his mother."

Hearing Kyle's answer, Goyle stretched out his hand and grabbed Kyle's arm in dissatisfaction, trying to force him to apologize to his master.

Kyle was about to show Goyle, who dared to stretch his dog's paws, a little bit of color, but he didn't expect the little chubby Neville to appear between the two, separating him from Goyle.

"Don't do anything to my friend!" Neville shouted angrily.

Kyle glanced at Neville in surprise. Although this little chubby dude was cowardly, he was brave when it was time to be brave.

Seeing that the fight was about to break out, Hermione glanced at the blond little Lolita who was a little scared beside her, and tilted her head towards the door of the carriage on the side, "Hannah, go to the senior senior sister."

And she herself was holding the wand hidden in her clothes.

Hannah glanced hesitantly at the door of the carriage, and then looked at the tense situation in front of her.

"Then you... don't fight! Wait for me to come back!"

"Stop! Don't go!" Crabbe yelled at Hannah, trying to pass Kyle and Neville to stop Hannah.

Neville stops Crabbe, which annoys Crabbe.

The little fat man stretched out his hand and pushed hard, pushing Neville away.

Neville staggered a few steps, then stopped in front of Crabbe.

After being obstructed again and again, a trace of anger appeared on the face of the little fat man, and he violently waved his fist at Neville.

Kyle pulled Neville away, stretched out his hand with ease, squeezed Goyle's fist into his hand, and exerted a little strange force.

"Ah! My hand! Let go! Let go!" Gaobu felt that the bones of his hand were about to be crushed.

This kind of bullying fight against children is really meaningless, Kyle pouted.

He nonchalantly let go of the left hand that was holding Goyle's fist, and his right hand clenched into a fist, hitting Goyle's eye socket hard.

With just one punch, the ridges of Gore's eyes were cracked, and black beads burst out, as if opening a colorful silk shop, and red, black, and purple ones were all about to bloom.

Seeing his teammate rushing towards the street, Crabbe slammed towards Kyle.

Kyle avoided the opponent's unruly punches and slammed into the position of Crabbe's celiac plexus.

Crabbe's eyes bulged, and his body bent down like a boiled prawn.

He vomited all the snacks he had just eaten.

The sour smell of vomit immediately filled the entire carriage.

Fortunately, Kyle dodged in time, so Crabbe didn't vomit.

Kyle pinched his nose in disgust and looked at Malfoy in front of him, "You're the only one left now."

Draco, who was alone, turned into a coward in seconds, hid in the private room frantically, and directly let Kyle pull it out.

Kyle tripped under his feet and Draco fell to the ground.

His handsome face was less than twenty centimeters away from the oddly shaped pile of Crabbe's vomit.

A hand was on the back of his head.

Draco instantly recalled the fear of being dominated by the Millennium Killer in Diagon Alley.

"No! You can't do this!" Draco howled in panic, my father is the school manager! Be friends with Headmaster Dumbledore! "

What if your father is the school administrator? My father is still the Dark Lord!

Kyle's hand on the back of Draco's head tightened slightly.

Clap!

Draco's face made an intimate contact with the vomit.

The sour smell that was so close at hand was simply not too cool.

The poodle girl Pansy, who only reacted at this time, let out a shrill scream, "Let go of Draco!"

She pounced fiercely, frantically trying to scratch Kyle with her long, sharp fingernails.

Kyle frowned and let go of Draco, dodging the girl's attack.

"Don't force me to do it, I don't hit girls."

However, the other party was chasing after her, and Kyle blocked her fingernails with his hands, and she opened her mouth to bite her teeth.

Kyle could only helplessly let go, letting the other party take a bite.

He took advantage of the situation again, and Pansy's head also came into close contact with the wall of the carriage, and he fell unconscious and fell to the ground.

Looking at the Malfoy group of four who were all on the ground in less than half a minute, and Kyle who looked calm as if he had just crushed four ants, Hermione and Neville swallowed hard in unison.

It turns out that Kyle... Dumbledore's child... so cruel?

Kyle stretched out his hand to straighten the somewhat scattered bangs, feeling a little boring.

The other party is too weak to dance.

He didn't even take out his wand.

Otherwise, Draco would be fortunate enough to be the first to be hit by his improved gut-digging spell.

"Come on, let's find Hannah."