Hogwarts: My Yorozuya has no taboos!

Chapter 54 I understand, you've come here to die!

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Night, 7:15 PM.

The curfew at Hogwarts is 9 p.m.

Normally, on school evenings, around 7 p.m., the castle should be bustling with students coming and going from the library to the lounges of the various colleges.

But this is, after all, the first day of school, and even the most diligent young wizards wouldn't treat themselves so harshly.

Moreover, some of the things that have happened in the past few days, including today, have been so interesting and thrilling.

Students who love new things are more willing to "waste" their time discussing these interesting things.

The empty castle further deepened the fear in the hearts of the young Gryffindor wizards who were "burdened with a mission"!

Behind Nick, Ron's deathly pale face showed no signs of improvement, his eyes were vacant, and he was like a puppet as Harry helped him walk downstairs.

Of course, to be honest, Harry's condition wasn't much better than Ron's.

After leaving the tense and heated atmosphere of the Gryffindor common room, Harry's thoughts became clearer as he was jolted by the chill rising and lingering from the walls of the ancient castle at the first light of night.

A sense of absurdity welled up within him, constantly prompting him to ask himself: Was he... doing something utterly foolish?!

Throughout August at the Dursleys' house, Harry had many fantasies about his life at Hogwarts, including some wildly imaginative ones. But he had to admit that, despite his rich imagination, he never expected that on the very first day of school, he would be involved in a... riot!

That's right, it was actually a riot.

But what if I went back and told Professor Delfino that I quit because I was too scared...?

Putting aside his strong desire for first-year students to also play with flying brooms and the "Protect the Captain," he absolutely refused to take the blame for "backing down in the face of danger."

Otherwise, he...

Should I even continue studying at Gryffindor?!

People's senses are always particularly sharp when they are nervous.

As Harry walked down the stairs with stiff steps, he noticed something he hadn't noticed in the past few days—although the figures in the portraits on the stairwell walls were doing all sorts of strange things within their frames, Harry was certain that as he and Ron passed by their frames, these fictional figures were indeed subtly observing them!

This is really scary!

If it weren't for Professor Delfino's reminder, Harry thought he would never have realized that these portraits might be the teachers' spies, even after graduating from the school!

So—

Enduring these increasingly agonizing stares, Harry and Ron were led by Nick to the foyer through a door to the basement on the left side of the Great Hall.

After descending a dark staircase, they came to a corridor lined with bright torches, creating a warm atmosphere that made Harry feel more comfortable.

But their good fortune didn't last long. After a few turns, the warm torches disappeared, and the corridor in front of them became gloomy and eerie. Even the torches that were spaced apart glowed with an eerie firelight.

How could Slytherin students willingly live in such a damp and cold place?

Harry was somewhat surprised... Of course, these minor details were insignificant in the face of the situation he and Ron were currently facing.

"You wait here, I'll go and call someone for you."

Ghost Nick, still in a cheerful tone, turned to Harry and Ron and then disappeared through the wall.

Harry stopped and looked around at the stone wall beside him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. There was nothing particularly special about it.

"Harry—"

There were no portraits here, and Ron, who had been silent the whole way, finally spoke. He turned his head, his face contorted with grief, and faced Harry.

"Do you know what my dad would do to me if he knew what I did today?"

"What will he do?"

Harry's throat tightened with worry for his friend.

"There's nothing he can do—"

Ron smiled, as if in utter despair.

"Because before that, my mother had already cut me into eight pieces and buried me in our backyard to fertilize the soil!"

"I'm not sure what the Dursleys will say—"

Harry was actually grateful for his family background.

"But I think they'd be gloating if I got fired."

"Just gloating?"

Ron said in a desperate, tearful voice,

"It seems that the Muggle family is not bad."

Harry was about to say something when suddenly a crack appeared in the wall between them, and three people emerged from the crack.

Harry's face tightened, and Ron immediately dropped his mournful expression, looking uneasy and gloomy.

"That silly headless ghost told me you need to see me, didn't he, Potter, Weasley?"

Before them stood Draco Malfoy, along with his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Besides undisguised disgust and hostility, Malfoy's gaze towards Harry and Ron was also filled with wariness...

Harry wasn't surprised at all by the boy's expression; if they were in each other's shoes, he wouldn't have given Malfoy much better looks.

However, what worries Harry and Ron more now are Crabbe and Goyle, those two chubby little devils... Before they could even speak, the two of them stood behind Malfoy with an arrogant expression and were making some ridiculous bodybuilding moves.

In any other place, Harry would have easily burst out laughing at Crabbe and Goyle's idiot antics, but in this situation—

Harry took a breath, forcing himself not to look at Crabbe and Goyle, and focused his attention on Malfoy—he clearly disliked the boy, but he also didn't think it was a wise move to provoke him.

@@##—

Ron tightened his lips and forced himself to speak.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Weasley?!"

Malfoy frowned.

"@@#%%^^&."

Ron added.

"What's wrong with you?"

Malfoy's brow furrowed even more deeply.

He said—"Noob."

Harry glanced at Ron, knowing he was unable to clearly convey what Professor Delphinor had told him.

He looked at Malfoy, his heart pounding in his chest, yet he tried his best to maintain a calm expression.

"You got completely thrashed in the [Protect the Captain] competition."

"Oh, I totally understand—"

In an instant, in the howling, chilly corridor, Draco Malfoy's face darkened. His pale grey eyes glared fiercely at Harry and Ron, a flush rising to his pale cheeks as he gritted his teeth in anger.

"You two are here to die!"