Hogwarts: My Yorozuya has no taboos!

Well-

The air fell silent for a moment, even the roar of the train disappeared.

In an instant, Ares dispelled the chill emanating from her and looked at the little witch beside her who was pointing at her with a finger, her cheeks and ear tips flushed with anger, her brown eyes like fire-breathing witches.

A conman selling fake medicine?!

Harry, who had been forced to come out and look for the toad, blinked and looked towards the private room.

There was indeed only one person in the private room, the handsome young wizard he had met earlier.

Is this person a fraud?

Are there charlatans in the magical world too?

Harry thought about it, but then he realized it was a foolish idea.

Of course, there are also swindlers in the magical world... So, is the reason this person doesn't allow himself to sit in the private room because he needs to meet with his accomplices to conduct a despicable deal?

Harry instinctively met the young man's gaze, and he noticed that the man in the box was also instinctively looking at his scar—

"ah!!!"

It wasn't until he fell to the ground that Harry realized he was the one who had let out the agonizing scream.

Everything before his eyes became blurry, and he could feel nothing but pain.

"What's wrong, Harry!"

Many people in the neighboring boxes craned their necks, their faces filled with terror. But the first to react was Ron.

After a brief moment of stiffness, Ron, his face deathly pale, suddenly threw himself to the ground and desperately held down Harry, who was rolling around everywhere!

"My scars!"

Harry's screams sounded like the howls of a thousand female ghosts.

"What happened to the scar?"

"Ron shouted."

The other two people who came looking for the toad, the chubby, round-faced little boy and the little girl who accused Ares of being a liar, were both terrified and looked completely bewildered.

"It's alive! It's alive!"

Harry had no idea what nonsense he was spouting.

"It's scared, it's drilling into my brain!!!"

"Poor child."

Only Ares heard Gaspar turn his gaze away from Harry's scar and let out a sorrowful sigh.

What should I do? What should I do?!

Ron was sweating profusely, barely able to restrain his newly acquainted friend's out-of-control body. He looked at Neville and Hermione... neither of them were of any use, and the students in the nearby boxes were all shrugging their necks.

Go find Percy!

A thought suddenly flashed into Ron's mind, invigorating him.

"Go find Percy, quick, Neville! He's in the prefectural box up ahead. He's the prefect; he might know what to do!"

"Mmm...mmm, um!"

Neville's round face was also covered in cold sweat. He nodded frantically in terror and staggered toward the front of the train. The crowd of onlookers in the nearby compartments made way for him.

Harry was still screaming incessantly, and Ron did everything he could to calm him down. Hermione Granger had forgotten about the conman in the box; she slumped against the box door, covering her mouth and staring at the famous Harry Potter, her frail body trembling with fear and helplessness!

"Oh my God!"

Gaspar's gasp only reached Ares' ears. He opened the gold pocket watch on his chest and carefully checked the time.

"Is it already this time...? I don't have much time left, Ares—"

Gaspar looked at Ares.

"Have you made a decision...? Are you going to accept my request or refuse?"

Gaspar paused, glancing at the young wizards outside the box, his eyes dimming slightly.

"Or will they keep me here at all costs?"

Just then, several older boys rushed over, led by a thin boy with red hair. He wore a brand-new robe, with a gleaming prefect badge pinned to his chest, and his eyes shone with pride.

"Make way, make way! I'm the prefect!"

Percy Weasley frowned and shooed away the onlookers, then fixed his gaze on his younger brother and a dark-haired boy, puffing out his chest to make the badge more noticeable.

"What kind of trick are you playing, Ron... what's wrong with him? Does he have an upset stomach?"

"This is Harry Potter!"

Ron was annoyed that everyone around him was just watching the show, and no one was willing to lend a hand.

He said his scar suddenly started hurting terribly!

"Wh-what?"

Percy was stunned; this answer was clearly not what he had expected.

"Ha—Harry Potter, the scar...okay—well, phew—I should...could he tell his scar to stop hurting—"

Percy, his face flushed under the gaze of many, muttered something no one could understand, looking around blankly... Then, he suddenly noticed the wizard in the private room staring strangely at the empty space opposite him.

"So—uh, who are you?"

"He's a fraudster selling fake medicine!"

Seemingly instinctively, Hermione immediately raised her hand and answered the question.

"fraud?!"

Percy frowned, then straightened his back. He stared at the man in the private room, who seemed vaguely familiar.

Ares had to turn his gaze away, lest he become "infamous" before even reaching Hogwarts.

"Actually, I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the upcoming semester."

Snapped!

Suddenly, Percy stood up straight.

"Hello, Professor, I am Percy Weasley, Prefect of Gryffindor!"

"Carry this boy to a private room further away from here, a quieter place. I'll go see him later."

"Yes, Professor!"

"Get the students back to their own boxes, don't let them crowd here."

"No problem, Professor!"

Percy's cheeks flushed bright red. He withdrew his respectful gaze and sternly surveyed his surroundings.

"You all heard the professor's instructions... Return to your boxes! Ron, you and I will carry Harry Potter to the prefects' box... Please, you two lend a hand too!"

Well-

A Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?!

The brown-haired girl moved stiffly, turned her head, and looked at the private room with a look that was both crying and laughing.

She just...

Did she just confront a professor who was a conman selling fake medicine?

But—but...that is indeed—

"What are you waiting for? Move your hands!"

Percy glared at Hermione with displeasure.

"This is the professor's order... Besides, who knows, you might end up in the same house as Harry Potter someday!"

So, filled with fear and confusion, Hermione managed to hold onto Harry Potter by the waist and stumbled away.

"I really have to leave."

Once Ares looked away, Gaspar took another closer look at the dial of the gold pocket watch.

Are you in a hurry?

Ares's gaze lingered for a moment on the gold pocket watch, which was mostly hidden by Gaspar's hand, before he asked a question.

"Yes."

Gaspar nodded earnestly.

"So, what are you going to do, Ares?"

"My truest thoughts—"

Ares sighed, still firmly planted on the dragon-skin suitcase.

"I still hope to talk to you more, Mr. Gaspar."

"That's a real shame, Ares, because I've already told you everything I can—"

Larri Gaspar placed his left hand on the table, lowered his eyes, and spoke in a low voice.

"I came to see you to try my luck... in case you agree to my request, it would avoid a lot of risks—of course, I won't say I was completely unaware of the current situation—"

Larri Gaspar slightly raised his eyelids, meeting Ares's sharp gaze once more, while a hint of shame flickered in his own blue eyes.

"I don't want to do that... I absolutely don't want to... It's too despicable, I would despise myself—"

Lari Gaspar took a deep breath, looking at Ares, whose brow was furrowed.

"But I must obey that great man's orders, Ares. I'm sorry, but I must get that thing from Hogwarts... which means I have to get away from you safely."

So, left with no other choice, I'll have to risk the lives of these children...

I'll make a bet with you.

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Larri Gaspar tapped the table of the last compartment in the last carriage of the Hogwarts Express!