Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

Amidst the rich, fragrant scent of roses, a strange frenzy spread rapidly through the carriage like a virus.

"WTF?! What the hell is this?! Hogwarts Express is under attack?!"

"Dark magic! This is definitely dark magic!! Could it be that some upperclassman's magic experiment went wrong?!"

"Hiss—hiss—! These roses smell so good, hee hee!"

From fear to joy, the students began to smile at the rose with eyeballs, their faces flushing with an eerie blush.

As if transformed into a monkey, they leaped and jumped among the flowers, love blossoming in their hearts, and declarations of love echoed one after another.

Screams, shouts, and chaos instantly filled the entire carriage!

"..."

Hermione stared in disbelief at the scene.

He opened his mouth wide, completely dumbfounded.

She was enveloped in a rich fragrance infused with the blood of true love, as if she had instantly stepped from a train into a rose garden.

"Hahaha."

Hermione suddenly laughed.

...f*ck, I'm not even on the same level as him.

Just like one of these thousands of red roses.

"Are you...are you alright?"

Neville looked at her hesitantly from the side.

Hermione shook her head, swallowing the bitterness rising in her chest, tears welling in her eyes. She bit her lower lip and spoke in a trembling voice:

"Sol... why did you say I could visit anytime, but you never come out whenever I go to see you?"

Upon hearing this, Thor turned his head in surprise:

"Not coming out? No, Miss Granger, you must have misunderstood. I would never do something so rude. Perhaps we just happened to miss each other."

"If I were at the mansion, I would have warmly greeted you! Besides, didn't I leave the door open for you? Haven't you ever gone in even once?"

"..."

Meeting Thor's belatedly concerned gaze, Hermione gave a bitter smile.

Because she was so intelligent, she finally realized that it wasn't a question of whether Thor was there or not.

Instead, even though the door was wide open in front of her, she never had the courage to take that step.

Between them was a barrier erected by her own pride and inferiority complex.

An insurmountable wall.

She was unable to overcome this gap because she was simply too far behind her peer.

This was something I, who had always taken first place for granted, had never experienced before.

A barrier called "talent".

Tick, tick, tick...

The fantasy entity residing in the soul grows silently.

......

Meanwhile, in another carriage.

Draco Malfoy is confronting Harry Potter.

To be precise, it was a confrontation with the savior and that poor mole from the Weasley family.

"Well, well~ Is this your choice? 'Broken!' Te, you'd rather be with this stupid red-haired mole than join the glorious evolution?!"

Malfoy sneered, looking down at the cold-faced Harry, a surge of humiliated anger rising on his pale face!

He, the mighty Draco Malfoy, was rejected twice in just two hours!

This is absolutely outrageous!

"If I weren't so magnanimous, I wouldn't have let you off so easily, Saul Green!"

Malfoy thought angrily, and the thought of those smiling gray eyes sent a chill down his spine.

...It's definitely not because of fear, absolutely not!

"We must not provoke Saul Green or anyone associated with him unless absolutely necessary," his father said, his face pale.

Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

Lucius was genuinely afraid that if he woke up in the middle of the night, a little girl with her back to him would rush up to him and say, "Sir, would you like to buy a match?"

but......

Hmph, this savior who has no parents, we don't need to think about that much.

Harry Potter and Saul Green definitely have no connection.

Malfoy smirked maliciously and said slowly, "If I were you, Potter, I'd be extra careful. You should watch your step, or you'll end up like your parents—huh? What's that?"

Malfoy squinted in confusion and looked toward the corner of the cubicle. Just now, he thought he had seen a flash of golden light.

"That's... a toad wearing a crown? Ugh! Is this your lunch today, Weasley?"

Malfoy laughed exaggeratedly.

However, his two henchmen, Goyle and Crabbe, did not immediately agree with him as usual.

Ron and Harry, who were being mocked by him, were also stunned, staring blankly at him.

"Ha! You've finally realized it, haven't you?" Malfoy crossed his arms and said smugly, "Choosing who you befriend is very important..."

Malfoy suddenly stopped.

A splash of crimson was reflected on the parking lot glass, and the scene reflected there made him unwilling to believe it was real.

Malfoy stopped laughing.

He lowered his arms, his face contorted in a grimace, and said, "I... I had something behind me... right?"

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Malfoy slowly turned his head, trembling.

They met a large, gray eye.

—One, one, and another.

As if dragging humanity's deepest nightmare into reality, countless gray eyeballs grew within the misty crimson roses, staring at him like a high wall.

The flower petals filled the carriage in a dazzling display, fluttering and dancing in the air.

Extremely beautiful.

Found it!

A pleasant sound rang out, filled with a chilling joy.

"..."

Malfoy was stunned.

He stared blankly up at the rose and the gray eyeball, feeling the most terrifying memories in his mind being brought to the surface.

It wasn't until I heard Harry's voice behind me that I understood what this strange sense of familiarity was all about—

"Sol?"

Harry spoke tentatively, patting Ron on the back to prevent him from choking on his own saliva.

The rose and the eyeball swayed in unison, as if they were smiling.

—The savior and the unapproachable descendants of the Green family know each other, and seem to be quite familiar with each other.

"..."

Two wide tears streamed down Malfoy's face as he choked out, "Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner...!"

next second.

His eyes rolled back and he fell straight down!

The two henchmen yelled and scrambled away!

However, Ron would prefer it to be one of them.

"Ah, ahh..."

Ron's teeth chattered as he watched in terror as the eyeball rose stretched out thorns, as if to suck their blood, and reached towards them!

In that final moment, Ron closed his eyes, raised his wand, and roared, "Whatever it is, come at me! Don't hurt Harry!"

This is payment for a snack!

Ah! Don't forget to lay flowers at my grave, so everyone knows how I died a heroic death—

The thorns swept past Ron and precisely bound the toad hiding in the corner.

"Croak! Croak!"

The toad's struggling figure was reflected in Ron's dumbfounded eyes.

Harry: "...Pfft."

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Joyful laughter and embarrassed shouts echoed in the small cubicle.

On the ground, Malfoy was fast asleep, as if he had been sleeping like a baby. As for who had put the big shoe print on his face, that was another story.

Only by inviting Sherlock Holmes can we find out the truth.

......

After finding the toad infested with the illusionary entity, the second half of the story unfolds before Thor's eyes:

"What is the Golden Ball?" the Frog Prince pondered.

That must be the most precious and rarest thing in the world. It's a magical treasure that, simply by touching it, can change the fate of an ugly toad!

The frog prince searched, even without a princess or a bed, his only desire being to find this mysterious and precious golden ball.

Bring it what you consider to be the "golden ball," otherwise this thoughtful and adventurous frog won't obediently follow you.

Is the golden ball the embodiment of the most precious thing in the world?

"Well, we can't just dig Miss Lily Evans out of the ground."

Thor exclaimed sincerely, even as the fire demon looked on in horror.