Draco Malfoy.
The number one little rascal in the original story.
Not exactly terrible, but certainly not a good person either.
The ultimate daddy's boy at Hogwarts—
Always stirring up trouble by leaning on his family's influence.
At first, he was a die-hard believer in pure-blood supremacy.
Later, after being repeatedly humbled by Voldemort and Harry,
His arrogance was hammered out of him.
Only then did some semblance of humanity emerge.
He eventually gave up his prejudice against Muggle-borns.
But at eleven years old?
He was still the same little punk.
"Oh, this must be the real deal,"
Malfoy said, eyes glittering with curiosity as he looked at Harry.
"Everyone on the train's talking about it—Harry Potter is here.
So that must be you, right?"
Harry felt uncomfortable under Malfoy's scrutiny.
He replied stiffly, "Yes."
Devon remained silent.
He knew what was about to happen.
Still, he didn't intervene—
He was more than happy to let this arrogant brat take a hit or two.
After all, the books didn't lie—
Goyle and Crabbe didn't look quite human.
They were, without a doubt, the ugliest pair Devon had seen since arriving in this world.
"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. These two are Goyle and Crabbe."
Malfoy introduced them casually.
Hermione's brows furrowed slightly, clearly uneasy with his attitude.
Neville shrank into a corner, clutching his toad tightly,
Trying his best to become invisible.
But Devon noticed Neville's eyes were practically bulging from the pressure.
Ron couldn't help laughing at Malfoy's introduction.
Malfoy's face immediately darkened.
"What are you laughing at? Oh, I get it."
He turned his gaze to Ron, his expression morphing into a sneer.
"I know who you are. Red hair, freckles..."
His smirk widened.
"The Weasley family. My father mentioned them—too many mouths to feed."
Ron's face turned beet red.
He glared at Malfoy furiously.
But Malfoy wasn't just here to mock.
He turned back to Harry.
"So, Potter, do you realize that wizarding families aren't all the same?
Some people will drag you down, others will help you rise.
I can help you."
He extended a hand to Harry, a smug smile on his face.
But the result was obvious.
Malfoy had already dropped his approval rating with the Boy Who Lived to zero.
Harry ignored the outstretched hand.
"Thanks, but I can tell the difference for myself,"
Harry said coldly—his tone sharp as ice.
Malfoy's face shifted several times in quick succession.
Devon nearly burst out laughing.
Still, for some reason—maybe anemia, maybe something else—
Malfoy's face remained unnaturally pale.
"Potter, let's be honest.
You've been away from the wizarding world too long.
You can't possibly judge things clearly yet."
Malfoy's voice dropped to a whisper.
"If I were you, I'd be careful about the people I associate with.
Like the Weasleys… or Hagrid."
His eyes scanned the group before landing on Hermione.
Disgust flashed clearly across his face.
"And also—Mudbloods."
The moment he said that, all three boys sprang to their feet.
Neville dropped his toad in shock,
His usual timid expression replaced by blazing fury.
Ron's face went scarlet—he pointed directly at Malfoy.
"Take that back!"
Harry, too, glared at Malfoy with intensity.
Only Hermione sat there, frozen and confused,
Still not understanding why everyone was so upset.
"What? You want to fight me?"
Malfoy sneered, eyes flashing with provocation.
He wasn't worried at all.
Goyle and Crabbe flanked him like a pair of trolls.
Even if a fight broke out, he had the upper hand—at least physically.
But just then—
Malfoy's heart skipped a beat.
He instinctively stepped back, clutching his chest.
A wave of fear crept up his spine.
It felt like something terrifying had just targeted him.
He looked up, horrified—
And saw a flash of red light heading straight for him.
"Expelliarmus!"
Bang!
Malfoy was hurled backward into the wall of the carriage.
He let out a muffled groan, unable to get up.
Goyle and Crabbe were frozen, paralyzed with fear.
Hermione screamed.
Ron fell back onto the seat in shock.
Malfoy groaned and tried to lift his head.
He couldn't believe what had just happened.
Was this… a peer?
Was a fellow first-year actually capable of that spell?
A boy slowly approached.
He grabbed Malfoy by the collar and yanked him up.
The wand in his hand was pressed firmly under Malfoy's chin.
His black eyes burned with fury.
"Don't let me ever hear you say that word again."
The boy's voice was low and cold.
"Understand?"
He shoved the wand harder under Malfoy's chin.
Malfoy moaned in pain and nodded with teary eyes.
"Very good."
The boy slowly withdrew the wand.
Malfoy gasped in relief.
But in his heart, he was already plotting revenge.
I'll tell the professor as soon as we get off the train!
I'll have my father handle this. I want him expelled!
Just then, the boy jabbed him in the stomach.
"Ow!"
Malfoy cried out in pain, his body folding involuntarily.
Then the boy did the same to Goyle and Crabbe.
The three of them floated uncontrollably into the air.
With a flick of the wand—
They were hurled several carriages down with a loud crash.
Students throughout the train gasped.
Heads popped out from compartments, trying to see what had caused the uproar.
— —
Back in the compartment,
Devon slammed the door shut and sat down, panting.
He didn't understand it.
Why had that word—Mudblood—provoked such a strong reaction in him?
He took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
When he finally looked up—
He saw all four of them staring at him in stunned silence.