"Huff... huff..."
Harry collapsed to his knees, panting heavily, his eyes glazed over, drool glistening at the corner of his mouth. He'd thrown the ghoul cookie somewhere, unable to find a proper bin.
He'd been furious and wanted to stomp on it, but after some hesitation, he didn't dare. His mind was a complete mess, everything that had just happened replaying on repeat.
Although he looked utterly exhausted, he was still much better off than Malfoy, who had actually swallowed the damn thing.
That reckless bravery was why Harry didn't blame him.
The blond prat had bolted off the second he "ate the wrong thing," desperate for a toilet.
Unfortunately, usable toilets were a rare commodity here; there were too few, and the demand heavily outweighed the supply. The few that were available were always "occupied."
So the locals had long ago abandoned the need for toilets, developing the delightful habit of, "human and toilet as one," where "everywhere is a toilet".
But not Malfoy.
He'd rather die holding it in!
"That guy…"
Harry gagged twice. "Why isn't he back yet?"
"I hope nothing's wrong?"
Nagini gazed into the distance. While she wasn't exactly worried about Malfoy, a wizard encountering danger was always possible.
"..."
Tom Riddle, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow.
He remembered hearing somewhere that in this magical land, even looking inhuman could be dangerous, and some even preyed on inanimate objects like exhaust pipes.
Besides, Malfoy wasn't bad-looking; his blonde hair and blue eyes were exactly what these guys coveted.
But even though Malfoy wasn't the quickest-witted, surely he wouldn't let anyone succeed?
This was different from border skirmishes; invading territory was a matter of principle.
"A waste of time, but I'll go find him."
Severus Snape said it was a waste of time, but deep down he was still worried about his godson.
Tom Riddle didn't refuse, because Snape wasn't someone he needed to worry about; he had both brains and brawn. If Snape wasn't up to it, he definitely wouldn't feel at ease.
After all, while Snape was a greasy-haired bat-man back at Hogwarts, here he was just a "cool, aloof, wet-haired older sister."
"Professor Snape, I'm going too!"
Seeing Snape heading off to find his good friend, Harry, who was still gagging and clutching his back, hurriedly got up and followed.
"…"
Snape's cold eyes swept over Harry, but he didn't say anything, which Harry took as tacit agreement.
However, Tom Riddle did remind him, "Keep an eye on him."
After all, the 'Scarface' has quite a following.
…
With Snape by his side, nothing unexpected happened along the way.
Snape's menacing aura was enough to scare away a large number of timid locals.
However, a few bolder ones were drawn to his "hot temper" and approached him, wanting to "rub" against him until they "invaded his territory."
Then they would run away like idiots, eyes glazed over, drooling.
After encountering these guys, Snape finally understood the situation, and his expression grew increasingly grim.
He immediately cast a spell, and the Muggle brothers finally stopped approaching them, walking away like passersby.
Heaven knows how terrified Harry had been on this journey. He followed closely behind Snape, fearing he would be turned into a little girl, while also worrying about Malfoy's condition.
Could he already be...?
Harry's anxiety grew with each thought, and even with his power to easily defeat these people, he couldn't avoid these feelings.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Just as Harry feared, Malfoy was indeed in danger.
Who the hell would expect someone would be squatting in his stall?!
Facing his most dangerous opponent at his weakest moment, Malfoy was utterly defeated.
However, fortunately, he was still a wizard, and a melee mage at that. Even weakened, he was still the second strongest man in the Death Eaters!
He easily resolved this small problem.
But the real crisis was yet to come. A wizard was hidden among these three men?!
That wizard was no pushover either; the weakened Malfoy was no match.
That greedy gaze fell upon him, and seeing his prized virginity about to be violated, Malfoy instantly exploded with rage!
His wide eyes were bloodshot, and his furious battle roar echoed through the public restroom.
In a flash of blue light, he transformed once again into "Sailor Moon Blue"!
The good news was, Malfoy had transformed.
The bad news was, his opponent was even more excited!
However, the transformed Malfoy was not someone he could easily subdue.
Pure numerical superiority overwhelmed the wizard, pinning him to the ground and smashing through the restrooms before he emerged outside.
But Malfoy's weakened state still allowed his opponent an opportunity to break free.
The two fought back and forth, battling their way from one street to another.
The fearless Muggle brothers, instead of running away, attracted many others.
They were instantly dazzled when they saw the "foreign girl" in a blue Lolita dress, but their eyes lit up after witnessing the power of her hammer—enough to shatter a wall.
However, they were reluctant to leave. Even if they couldn't touch her, just looking was enough. Such a beautiful "foreign girl" was rare, especially a young "loli" dressed in Lolita.
"When gods fight, mortals suffer."
At this moment, Malfoy and the wizard brother didn't even have the mind to maintain the Muggle Repelling Charm, let alone care about others.
And the consequences for these Muggle brothers who recklessly approached the wizard to fight were predictable.
Physical pain was, to say the least, unavoidable.
"Huff... Huff... Ugh..."
Malfoy clutched his stomach with his left hand, his right hand gripping his Pink Meow-Meow Hammer, his dangerous gaze fixed on his third wizard brother, whose eager expression was equally undisguised.
This infuriated him, yet he felt utterly helpless.
He was in terrible shape; if this stalemate continued, he might really have to experience the New World today.
However, he wasn't entirely without a trump card. Malfoy knew that if he simply shouted, "Tom Riddle, save me!"
Even if he were in the Mariana Trench, his savior could appear instantly and pull him out.
This was why he dared to stay and fight the wizard's third brother head-on.
If he could, he truly wanted to take revenge himself.
But... Malfoy felt his weakened body; he seemed unable to continue.
Just as he was thinking of giving up and calling for reinforcements,
"Divine Sharpness."
The familiar, unique voice entered his ears, and Malfoy's great crisis was easily resolved.
The bonus chapter stirs in the shadows, nearly ready to surface. A few more powerstones and it finds its way to you. Some things are worth the summoning.