Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

The sun is shining brightly.

It was a rare sunny day in Britain.

Thor raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and felt the warm and gentle sunlight shining on his face.

As September arrives, the scorching summer finally recedes, the air is no longer stifling, and a cool breeze carries a refreshing coolness.

It's refreshing and pleasant, perfect for starting a new chapter.

Since Thor arrived quite early, with a full half hour before the 11:00 AM departure, the wizards who loved the thrill of the last half minute hadn't appeared yet, and there weren't many people on the platform.

"Shall I put your luggage upstairs for you, Mr. Green?"

The Auror sent by the Ministry of Magic spoke dryly, looking utterly dejected.

After passing five NEWT ultimate wizard exams, he finally became a glorious Auror after overcoming countless hardships.

The result was that they were sent to play "house" with purebred children, and even had to secretly inspect the suitcase that could bite!

"What happened to 'judging ability over lineage'? Hmph, Minister Fudge probably only cares about bloodline when he's accepting Galleons!"

Aurora thought darkly and self-deprecatingly.

Sigh, I should have gone back to the countryside to grow potatoes.

He sighed deeply and resignedly prepared to settle his luggage.

Just then, a drawn-out voice, the kind he occasionally heard at the Ministry of Magic, rang out:

"Look who it is! Isn't this the last esteemed descendant of the Green family?"

! !

Auror's hair stood on end, his eyes lit up, and he stopped in his tracks!

This is not—!

Thor turned his head at the sound and saw a large, white-gold peacock gracefully walking towards him through the crowd...

Thor closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a father and son with platinum hair, one big and one small, who looked almost identical, standing in front of him.

They both wore the same arrogant (and smug) expression.

Wow, this is the first time I've seen someone who looks so much like a fantasy character. They're practically the quintessential aristocratic villain from a story.

Thor felt a sense of kinship with the father and son, and looked at them with loving eyes.

? ?

The Malfoys suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were being watched by something unclean.

...It's probably just an illusion.

"Ahem," Malfoy cleared his throat, glanced sideways at the Auror who was perking up his ears, and said slowly, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and do your duty—put away Mr. Green's luggage!"

"..."

The Auror's lips twitched slightly, then he lowered his head, silently used magic to float his luggage, and walked towards the train.

Saul kept his eyes on him until his figure was obscured by the carriage.

"Alright, Mr. Green, the troublesome fellow is gone."

Lucius's words drew Thor's attention back, and he smirked, feigning concern as he said:

"Having these little bugs constantly around must be very annoying. Of course, as a friend, we can offer some help."

Lucius raised his hand and placed it on his son's shoulder, saying arrogantly:

"I am Lucius Malfoy, and this is my fine son, Draco Malfoy."

Draco raised the corners of his mouth, a sardonic curve exactly like his father's, and with his pointed chin held high, he extended his hand toward Thor:

"Draco Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"..."

Thor blinked, then suddenly broke into a smile.

He flipped his hat off, and his pale, severed hand stretched out, swaying lightly in mid-air like a Venus flytrap that preys on flesh and blood.

His grey eyes fixed on the Malfoy father and son, who had suddenly stiffened, and he smiled elegantly and politely:

"Saul Green greets you~"

"..."

Draco's smile vanished.

He stared at the eerie, pale, severed hand, his face contorted with disgust, his eyes gleaming with terror.

Draco instinctively tried to take a step back, but the hand gripping his shoulder tightened like a vise, rendering him unable to move!

Draco looked up and met his father's cold, impatient eyes, mouthing each word clearly:

"Hurry up, Draco, don't be rude."

"...Ugh."

Draco's face was long and contorted, forcing a forced, ugly smile, as if he had been rolled up with a rolling pin.

Reluctantly, he reached out and tremblingly grasped that pale and slender hand.

The moment he made contact, Draco wanted to scream and throw it away!

It was cold and lifeless, devoid of any vitality, as if one were merely holding a leather sheath.

This is a dead man's hand, just a piece of "object" that has been cut off.

For some reason, they were given the ability to act.

Draco got goosebumps all over his body, and a second later he suddenly let go and vigorously rubbed his palm on his robe!

He looked up, still shaken, and met a pair of smiling gray eyes in front of him.

For a moment, Draco suddenly felt that it was better not to have this "friend".

...So scary QAQ

Draco lowered his head in horror.

His previous arrogance and confidence deflated like a balloon pricked by a needle, leaving only the thought of "run away as fast as possible" in his mind!

"......"

Lucius's lips twitched, and he glared fiercely at his good-for-nothing son.

Then, his eyes, filled with both fear and fervor, looked down at the eerie severed hand!

...As expected of a descendant of the Green family, one can feel the sinister aura emanating from him even more up close!

It's normal to feel scared and uncomfortable. If everything were normal, wouldn't they have come for nothing?

It's just some unconventional magic, nothing special.

Sudden.

Lucius felt a strange sensation under his hand.

Why is Draco's body so cold? So...cold?

Lucius looked down in confusion and met the gaze of a girl whose back was to him.

Wearing tattered robes, in the bright sunshine of late summer, a small hand, red from the cold, held a match.

She slowly raised her head: "Would you like... a match?"

"Father?! Father?!"

"Ah...ah ah..."

Lucius's eyes bulged out, his pupils were cloudy, and his brain was unable to process or understand what his eyes were seeing!

He opened his mouth, and a piercing scream escaped from it!

"Aaaaaahh ...

at the same time.

As the Auror dejectedly stepped out of the carriage, he immediately spotted Lucius Malfoy, who looked as if he had suddenly fallen ill!

As if possessed, he screamed and frantically shook one arm. Even though there was nothing in front of him, he screamed incessantly as if he had seen the Dark Lord!

That once arrogant face was now contorted with extreme fear!

This drew surprised attention from those around them!

Auror stopped in surprise, almost unable to suppress his laughter.

Even the mighty Malfoy family has met its end.

"Pfft—cough, what's wrong? What happened!"

He pulled out his wand, dutifully ran forward, and asked curiously.

Thor watched the Malfoys flee in disarray, a smirk playing on his lips, as he put his top hat back on.

Looking up, he met Auror's tense eyes and smiled:

"I don't know. Maybe they witnessed the amazing magic they'd been longing for and were so moved that they couldn't contain themselves."

His adorable little match girl~

...I see, they were scared away.

Auror thought with a complicated expression.

It's just a squabble between purebloods anyway, it has nothing to do with him. He just needs to report it truthfully when he gets back...

"Oh, right."

Thor suddenly spoke, pulling out an ancient silver coin engraved with the Green family crest from his pocket.

Seeing the Auror's puzzled expression, she smiled and handed it to him:

"Thank you for your help today, sir. Please accept this silver coin; it's a symbol of good luck. The Ministry of Magic will know about your contribution."