American Manga Dimensional Trader

... In the Slytherin dormitory, Draco Malfoy's whole body was red, tears were streaming down his face, golden lines spread all over his body, and his head and fists were constantly hitting the floor.

There's nothing I can do, it hurts, it hurts too much.

If possible, Draco wished he could pass out from the pain.

But the fact is that this kind of pain directly affects the deep layers of the brain, making him unable to faint even if he faints.

You can only use this method of attacking pain with pain to relieve the pressure on your nerves.

The force with which he hit the floor was so great that if he had been as thin as he was, his hands and feet would have been broken long ago, and his brains would have been knocked out.

However, with the effect of the medicine, his physique continued to strengthen, so apart from some slight redness, he did not suffer any substantial damage.

On the contrary, the floor was made ragged by him.

Under normal circumstances, such a big movement would have already alarmed the professors at Hogwarts. After all, there are protective barriers in the student dormitories. If it is damaged, it will definitely cause an alarm.

Fortunately, the barrier stone that Josie gave Draco not only silenced the sound, but also had the ability to isolate magic, so no restrictions were triggered.

Draco's roommate was also sent out before he used the potion and would not come back within a few hours.

Therefore, no one knows anything about what happened here except Josie and Draco themselves.

Draco's painful state lasted for nearly an hour before he recovered.

Boy, are you okay? Josie looked at Draco opposite, feeling slightly guilty.

He naturally knew the side effects of the Supreme Potion. The severe pain was difficult for adults to bear. For a child of only eleven years old, it was indeed a bit beyond the scope. He was really worried about Draco. Will you be driven crazy by this severe pain?

But there is no doubt that this potion is the fastest and safest way to make Draco powerful.

Although there is a safer super soldier potion, it can only strengthen the body, not the magic power, and the degree of strengthening will not have much effect on the mysterious side of magic.

As for making Draco a divine warrior infused with the power of a dimensional demon?

That would be even more unfeasible, not to mention that Draco would have to be in Josie's world to operate it, and the risk of the infusion ritual would be higher than that of the Supreme Potion.

Phew, although the process was painful, I feel better than ever now! Faced with Josie's inquiry, Draco raised his head and replied with a long breath.

That's good, let's wait and see how you perform tomorrow night! Seeing that Draco was holding on and there was nothing unusual, Josie nodded with satisfaction.

He is worthy of being the child he likes. Although he may have been a little misled by his father Lucius in the past, his potential is still worthy of recognition.

Don't worry, I won't let you down. Draco nodded confidently.

Very good, this momentum is what I want. Then have a good rest and contact me again tomorrow night, Halloween! Qiao Xi said.

So the two sides ended the communication.

After ending the communication, Draco first restored it to like new, repaired the floor that he had smashed, and removed the barrier. After taking a shower, he lay on the bed and continued to digest what Josie told him. Tomorrow will be What will happen.

Troll? I'm really looking forward to it. Following a burst of intense fatigue, he soon fell into sleep.

Time quickly came to the next day, Halloween.

As a relatively grand holiday, Hogwarts has been filled with the sweet smell of roasted pumpkin since the morning.

But for the three protagonists, today is not a wonderful day.

Because the three of them had a conflict.

In fact, Hermione had stopped talking to Harry and Ron since they went on a night out at Malfoy's provocation a few days ago.

After all, as a top student in an ordinary school, he was obviously very disgusted with this kind of serious violation of discipline.

But there is no doubt that if the original plot continues, the former top student will sooner or later become the same character as Harry and Ron.

But at least not yet.

And it was also for this reason that Ron's dislike of Hermione greatly increased.

After an argument during flying lessons and Ron's remark after class about who she thought she was next to Harry and that she was a nightmare and that she didn't have a single friend, Hermione was visibly devastated. .

After all, she is just an eleven-year-old girl, how can she bear such naked rejection?

So for the whole afternoon, Harry and Ron didn't see Hermione again.

It was not until the Halloween dinner that night that Harry and Ron learned from the conversations of several girls that Hermione was hiding in the women's bathroom and crying secretly.

But as the rich dinner began, the two of them quickly forgot about Hermione again.

Until Professor Quirrell yelled about a troll.

Only then did these two boys remember Hermione.

Then he hurriedly ran to Hermione to tell her about the troll. He also met Snape on the way and was delayed for a while to avoid him.

So when they found Hermione, they saw a shocking scene.

Hermione Granger, who was supposed to be their best friend, was crying with her head in the arms of Draco, a Slytherin student they considered a thief.

A few meters away from them, there lay a terrifying corpse of a giant monster with its body and head separated.

Damn it, Hermione, what are you doing standing with that Slytherin monster? Harry and Ron, who just saw this scene, paid more attention to Hermione and Draco who looked a little a little bit at this time. In terms of their intimate attitude, Ron especially screamed on the spot.

So much so that the two of them didn't notice that Draco still had a gorgeous long sword in his hand at this time. The long sword was still dripping with blood, and the blood stains continued to the giant monster's body.

In other words, this giant monster was killed by Malfoy with his sword.

Don't ask why Malfoy used a sword instead of magic to kill this troll.

Don't white robes in some worlds often do this kind of thing? Nothing surprising.

Hearing Ron's shout, Hermione, who had been immersed in Draco's safe embrace, finally raised her head and looked at the two of them.

It's just that the eyes that used to be friendly, or at best a little dissatisfied, now have a hint of disgust.

Oh, who did I think it was? It turns out it's Weasley who can't hold up the wall with mud and only dares to whisper behind his back, and our savior who has never seen the world! Facing the appearance of the two people, Malfoy did not hesitate to ridicule. He said, while not forgetting to pat the girl in his arms to express comfort - I'm here, don't worry!

Although Malfoy had given up his obsession with pure blood under Josie's warning, he also established the concept that strength is king as Josie said.

So now, after summarizing the past, he looks down upon Ron and Harry even more, and even deeply hates his former self.

Asshole, who are you talking about? Facing Malfoy's taunts, Harry and Ron never had much patience, and they immediately wanted to draw their wands.

What are you doing?

Just when another conflict was about to break out, another roar came from not far away.

Several people turned around and saw that Professor McGonagall was charging towards them angrily, followed by Snape and Quirrell.

But Quirrell took one look at the troll and pretended to fall aside, sobbing silently.

Snape, on the other hand, glanced at Malfoy and the sword in his hand with extremely surprised eyes, and then turned to check on the troll's body.

Only Professor McGonagall was left staring at the four of them, What the hell are you playing? You're lucky, you didn't get killed by it. Tell me, why don't you listen to me and stay in the dormitory?

Facing Professor McGonagall's question, Harry and Ron were trembling and didn't know what to say.

No, Professor, Mr. Malfoy is not to blame for this. He came to see me. We were not in the restaurant before, so we didn't know about the troll, and it was he who killed the troll and saved me! At this moment, Hermione was the first to speak the truth.

But her words shocked everyone present.

Even Snape, who had already speculated about this, was the same.

A first grader killed a giant monster?

This is like a fantasy.

It was also at this time that everyone present turned their attention to Malfoy and the bloody sword in his hand.

Mr. Malfoy, did you kill the troll with this long sword? Snape asked with a very strange expression.

Killing trolls with a long sword? Are you really my Slytherin student and not a Gryffindor?

Slashing someone with a sword is something only those reckless Gryffindors would do.

Among the sacred objects of the four major colleges, only Gryffindor's is a long sword that wizards rarely use.

Yes, Professor, you know, I'm only a first-year student, I don't know much magic, and I'm inevitably a little weak when facing trolls. But I happened to learn a little swordsmanship... Malfoy explained .

Well, that's a very reasonable explanation...it's so reasonable.

With your small body, killing someone with a sword is more outrageous than killing someone with a wand, okay?

Although Malfoy's body has been completely strengthened and is no longer weaker than the dragon's body, the change in appearance is not significant, and he just looks a little stronger than the average student.

But compared to the giant monster, it's not on the same level at all.

But in the current situation, it seemed that Malfoy was not lying.

The troll's fatal wound was the blow that severed his head, and the wound matched perfectly with the sword in Malfoy's hand.

There was even a witness named Hermione.

Could it be that this dude really killed the troll?

Professor McGonagall and Snape couldn't help but feel entangled.

That's right, in their eyes, the former Malfoy was just a playboy from a big family.

And while they were struggling, Quirrell, who was still pretending to be dizzy not far away, had his head lowered, but his eyes looked uncertain.