Hogwarts Shippuden

Under the leadership 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 Rifford.

"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 most stupid 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 very jealous when they meet.

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

"Draco, what's the matter?" asked a poodle-like girl behind Malfoy.

"It's okay, Pansy, it's just a personal grudge," Malfoy stared at Kyle firmly, "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, "It depends on whether you want to have another taste of the Millennium Killing."

Hearing the words, 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 to look down at Kyle, but because of his height, he had to look up.

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

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

And the tear stains on Neville's face were wiped dry, but there were still traces left, and Ako didn't look very smart.

The atmosphere became a little stiff for a while, 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, but the tonnage of Crabbe and Goyle is there, and in a three-on-two situation, Malfoy feels that he is impossible to lose.

The rain was over, the sky was clear, and Malfoy instantly felt that he could do it again.

"That's up to you," Draco folded his arms and raised his chin proudly to 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 out his dog's paws, a little bit of color, but he didn't expect the little fat 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 boy 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 toward 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 at the door of the carriage with some hesitation, 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 stopped Crabbe, which annoyed 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 repeatedly blocked, the little fat man's face showed a trace of anger, 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 some 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 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 and smashed it into Goyle's eye socket.

With just one punch, the ridges of Gore's eyes were cracked, black beads burst out, and it seemed like a colorful silk shop was opened, and red, black, and purple ones were all about to bloom.

Seeing his teammates pounce on the street, Crabbe suddenly pounced towards Kyle.

Kyle avoided the opponent's unruly punches and slammed into Crabbe's coeliac plexus.

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

He vomited out 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, "Now you're the only one left."

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

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

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

A hand pressed on the back of his head.

Draco instantly recalled the fear of being dominated by the Millennium Killer in Diagon Alley. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"No! You can't do this!" Draco howled in a 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 so close is not too refreshing.

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, let go of Draco, and avoided the girl's attack.

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

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

Kyle had no choice but to let go, letting the opponent take a bite.

He took advantage of the situation again, and Pansy's head also came into intimate contact with the wall of the carriage, losing consciousness and crashing 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 children... so cruel?

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

The other party is really 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."