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Chapter 13 Call Me Spider Man!

"Get out of the way, all of you!"

Ron, Neville, and Hermione carried Harry as they rushed toward the front of the train, with Percy running ahead of them to clear a path.

When they reached the middle of the carriage, a small group suddenly blocked their way.

"What's wrong with him?"

The group consisted of three people—two of whom were chubby little boys with silly faces, and the one in front was a pale-skinned, mean-looking blond boy.

"What's it to you? And who are you?"

Percy was furious that a freshman had ignored his orders and blocked his way; he glared down at him.

"Malfoy—"

The blond boy raised his pointed chin, glancing at Percy and Ron's red hair behind him, a hint of disdain flashing in his gray eyes.

"Draco Malfoy".

Having answered the question, Malfoy turned his head and looked with great interest at Harry, who was drenched in sweat and in a daze.

"Was that scream he just made?"

Turning his head, Malfoy chuckled incessantly and said to his two henchmen behind him,

"Tsk tsk—what did I just say, Crabbe, Goyle?"

Making friends with shady people will inevitably lead to bad luck... The retribution is coming faster than I expected, isn't it? I thought I'd have to wait until Hogwarts at least, right?

The two chubby boys, Crabbe and Goyle, looked at Malfoy with eyes full of admiration, their fat jiggling as they laughed.

"So you heard me, Malfoy?"

Percy glared at the three men with an even sharper look.

"Get out of the way!"

"Oh, how ridiculous! Why should I take your orders?"

Malfoy turned his head and looked Percy up and down with a disdainful gaze.

"You don't want to obey my orders, do you?"

Percy, his hair standing on end in anger, pointed a finger at the badge on his chest.

"That's unfortunate, I happen to be a prefect. Malfoy kid, I think you should at least understand what a prefect is and what rights they have, right?"

Class leader?

Malfoy reluctantly turned his gaze to Percy's chest, where a gleaming gold prefect's badge was indeed pinned.

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a prefect's badge carries considerable weight for a freshman who has just enrolled but hasn't yet stepped inside the school.

Malfoy stared at the prefect's badge for about ten seconds, his face gradually darkening. After letting out a cold snort, he led Crabbe and Goyle back to their private box.

"This is the prefect's box. Lift him up... Oh, be careful, Ron, don't break anything!"

After arriving at the front compartment adjacent to the front of the car, Percy led three men to carry Harry inside.

The prefect's box does look more luxurious—the table inside is gilded, each red soft chair can be folded down to serve as a temporary bed, and the cushions are thicker and more 'solid' than those in the regular student boxes.

Ron, Hermione, and Neville quickly placed Harry on a reclining chair, and the other passengers in the compartment immediately crowded around.

"This is the boy, Percy?"

A pretty girl with beautiful brown curly hair approached Percy and looked at Harry curiously.

"Yes, that's him... This is Penelope Crivart, a Ravenclaw prefect."

Percy raised his chin and introduced himself to the three new students.

Harry's chest heaved violently, but he stopped screaming. The soul-wrenching pain he had just felt was fading away as quickly as a fleeting memory.

As the pain subsided, Harry's senses returned rapidly. His blurred vision allowed him to see several figures moving around him. Someone helped him sit up, supporting his back and bringing a cup to his lips.

"Have some water, poor little guy."

A girl's voice said.

"Thanks-"

Harry muttered something, agreeing readily.

After drinking some water and resting for two minutes, Harry finally felt like he was back to normal. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes which were blurry with sweat and tears, and put them back on; his vision had returned to normal.

Harry found himself in a new box surrounded by a group of older students, while Ron, Hermione, and Neville, who were with him, were pushed to the side.

Perhaps because he was in a box full of older students, or perhaps because the sudden incident had startled them, Harry noticed that Ron, Hermione, and Neville were staring at him with tense and bewildered expressions.

"What's wrong with you?"

The tall boy closest to him looked at him suspiciously. Harry knew he was Percy Weasley, Ron's brother... He had seen this boy once when crossing Platform 9¾, though Percy hadn't noticed him then.

"The pain of scarring—"

Harry gently rubbed his scar and continued speaking in a muffled tone.

"You—well, do you encounter this kind of thing often?"

Ron gasped, his face filled with terror.

"Oh, that's not common..."

Harry glanced at Ron. He didn't want to be seen as a freak in the wizarding world, so he quickly added an explanation.

"Actually, that was the first time I encountered it."

A moment of silence.

The senior students in the private room, along with Neville and Ron, exchanged glances, unsure of how to handle the situation or offer any comfort.

In short—

Percy frowned.

"Why don't you rest here for a while? I'll write a letter to Professor McGonagall about your situation—oh, she's the professor of Transfiguration at the school and also the head of Gryffindor... Oh, the professor in the back compartment said he'll come to see you later."

"The professor in the back compartment?"

Harry, having mostly regained his senses, immediately grasped the key point. He opened his mouth in surprise, winked at Percy, and then looked at Hermione Granger, who was pressed against the glass window—a girl who, like him, had grown up in the Muggle world, but whose temper wasn't exactly pleasant.

"That man? But you said he was a liar, didn't you?"

"I didn't—I mean...I did meet—meet—"

Hermione Granger's cheeks were glowing red.

"A conman...who looks a lot like that professor."

"That's not what you just said, Hermione—"

The chubby, round-faced little boy, Neville Longbottom, his lips trembling, blushed as he kindly whispered a reminder in Hermione's ear.

"You just said...you're the conman who sold me the fake medicine—your exact words, Hermione."

Hermione glared angrily at Neville, but didn't know how to defend herself.

My suggestion is—

Percy tilted his chin up and fiddled with his prefect badge. He looked at Hermione Granger and said in a lecturing tone,

"When that professor arrives, you should apologize to him in public and tell him that you had mistaken him for someone else."

This is truly an embarrassing thing—

Harry looked at Hermione, whose shoulders were hunched over and whose brown eyes were brimming with tears, and felt the same way he did as she did.

After pursing his lips and hesitating for a moment, Harry decided to offer Hermione Granger a few words of comfort, after all, they had just been sitting in the same box.

"If he were a professor at a magic school, Hermione, then I don't think he would..."

Harry had barely begun when he was stopped by a strange phenomenon.

There was a streak of light—like the starlight in the London sky on an autumn day, under a hazy sky—very faint, yet hard to ignore!

The streak of light appeared out of nowhere, flowing across the walls of the compartment, the floor beneath their feet, the table, the recliner Harry was on... and disappearing in a flash.

"What the hell is that?!"

Ron immediately shouted, jumping up and looking around frantically.

Spurred on, Harry also jumped up from the recliner, staring in surprise as he looked around.

The noise coming through the compartment door quickly made the group realize that the streak of light had not only appeared in their compartment, but had encompassed the entire steam train!