A World Where Only Draco Was Hurt Was Achieved

"Although you said you’d leave at noon, I still need to remind you that the library closes at eight in the evening."

Irma did not forget to remind Chu Yang as she led him toward the Restricted Section.

In her memory, Chu Yang left at closing time almost every single visit. If she did not remind him, he would definitely end up locked in the library all night.

In the quiet library, Madam Pince’s voice briefly rang out before fading away.

The sun slipped past the library windows, and the sky gradually darkened.

Before Chu Yang, the desk had unknowingly become piled with books bearing long, unwieldy titles.

Not only had he fully recorded all the contents on Apparition and the Undetectable Extension Charm, but he had also read some masters’ insights into spellcasting.

Among them were Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them author Newt Scamander’s understanding and extensions of the Undetectable Extension Charm.

Newt Scamander was exceptionally skilled in using the Undetectable Extension Charm.

The suitcase he carried with him was practically a small world of its own.

Newt’s ingenious ideas gave Chu Yang much inspiration, immersing him so deeply that he could scarcely pull himself away.

"I know acquiring knowledge can be addictive, but one must occasionally remember to balance work and rest."

A weathered, mellow voice sounded beside Chu Yang’s ear. When he looked up, he saw Dumbledore, dressed in blue robes, watching him with concern.

He reminded Chu Yang, "Today is Halloween."

"I remember it isn’t closing time yet…" Chu Yang awkwardly arranged the books on the table, preparing to return them to their shelves one by one.

Dumbledore patted his shoulder and stopped him. "Hurry to the Great Hall. The Halloween feast is about to begin. Leave these books on the table for now; Madam Pince will return them to their proper places."

"Please convey my apologies to Madam Pince." Seeing that it truly was getting late, Chu Yang hurried toward the Great Hall at a jog.

The Great Hall was packed, but the feast had yet to begin. Since it was Halloween, there was no strict seating arrangement. Students from every year and House sat mixed together, wherever they pleased.

Chu Yang looked around, intending to find an out-of-the-way corner to sit in, but he soon heard someone calling his name.

In the center of the hall, Draco had led his lackeys, Goyle and Crabbe, in clearing out a huge stretch of seats for Chu Yang. The table was piled high with food, and gifts had been stacked all around it.

The outrageously exaggerated display drew everyone’s attention, yet he seemed not to notice the teasing looks directed at him from all around.

Draco grinned smugly and kept waving at Chu Yang, looking as though he were asking for credit.

Come over!

Just come over already!

Everyone around them was watching the show. For a moment, Chu Yang felt a little like a panda in a zoo.

He gave a dry cough and turned away, avoiding Draco’s expectant gaze.

Then he saw Hermione waving at him as well.

Chu Yang quickly headed toward Hermione’s table, leaving Draco standing there in awkward silence.

What was even more infuriating was…

Ron stood up alongside Hermione and made a mocking face at Draco.

If this had not been the Great Hall of Hogwarts but his family’s living room, Draco would probably have smashed a plate by now.

"Malfoy really knows how to make a scene. Even now, he doesn’t realize Chu Yang hates being watched like this." Thinking of Draco’s ridiculous performance just now, Hermione could not help shivering.

"If Chu Yang weren’t a boy, I’d almost think Malfoy was trying to court him…" Ron joined in the teasing, but the moment the words left his mouth, he froze.

Then Ron, Hermione, and Harry all stared at Chu Yang in astonishment.

"Damn it, don’t look at me like that! I’m not like that!" Chu Yang’s eyelids twitched in irritation as he hurriedly explained, "If I’m not mistaken, it’s probably because of his father."

"His father clearly came to the school last time to cause trouble for me, but nothing came of it. He must have had some other intentions."

The three of them suddenly understood. Chu Yang was already a famous genius and an orphan besides. It was hardly strange that he had attracted the attention of those families.

"But if he keeps this up, the whole school will think he likes you." Hermione smiled mischievously, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"I can’t exactly beat him up again, can I? That wouldn’t make any sense." Chu Yang shrugged helplessly, looking utterly defeated. He was not afraid of people coming at him hard; he was afraid of them coming at him softly.

"Enough about that. Harry, has your training been going well lately?" Chu Yang shifted the focus to Harry and asked with concern, "The inter-House match is coming up soon, and you’re the Seeker. The pressure must be pretty heavy, right?"

Harry smiled shyly. "It’s alright. At first, I thought you’d be Slytherin’s Seeker, so the pressure really was huge. But then you said you wanted to focus on studying and turned down the invitation to be Seeker, so it hasn’t been as bad."

Quidditch training took up a great deal of free time, which conflicted with Chu Yang’s urgent desire to absorb magical knowledge.

His interest in Quidditch matches was nowhere near as strong as his interest in the spells described in books.

Perhaps when he reached second or third year, when his schedule was relatively freer, Chu Yang might join Quidditch matches.

A little while later, Neville also arrived at the Great Hall just in time and sat beside Chu Yang and the others. The Halloween feast officially began, and everyone raised their cups in celebration, enjoying themselves immensely.

Even Goyle and Crabbe were stuffing themselves senseless, leaving Draco alone in a foul mood.

In the Great Hall… a world where only Draco was hurt was achieved.