After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 135 Uninvited Guest 2

Harry Potter felt that he must be dreaming, otherwise how could he see himself in Slytherin uniform and that arrogant Malfoy sitting together and having a meal together affectionately?

"Hmm, this must be a dream, right?" Harry Potter thought vaguely.

Just now, a few familiar figures suddenly appeared across from him. How could they not look familiar?! Aren't they just the slightly immature him, Ron, Hermione, Malfoy, and the others?!

Although she seemed to be more outstanding than the ones on his side, he would never mistake her for the hair that could never be straightened and the lightning scar.

The four of them were completely bewildered, thinking they were under some kind of spell. Later, with Headmaster Dumbledore's presence, they all sat down to have dinner first, and would go to the Headmaster's office later to discuss the matter in detail.

Ah, speaking of Headmaster Dumbledore...are you serious? That red-haired beauty? Headmaster Dumbledore? Harry Potter blinked hard, trying to wake up from this absurd dream.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what happened," the red-haired beauty who was said to be Dumbledore spoke gently and calmly. His voice was reassuring, "But please don't worry, you are very safe now."

Harry Potter and his friends looked at each other, completely confused as to what was happening. Harry Potter couldn't help but pinch his arm, hoping to wake up from this ridiculous dream. However, the pain told him that this was not a dream.

Under Dumbledore's arrangement, they planned to have dinner and then go to the headmaster's office for a detailed discussion.

Harry Potter heard the harsh sound of a knife and fork scraping across a plate, and turned around to see Draco Malfoy staring fiercely at Draco and Harry opposite him.

"What are you looking at, Scarhead!" Draco Malfoy noticed the gaze from the side and glared at Harry Potter.

See, he wasn't the only one who couldn't accept it. Harry Potter felt strangely relieved and didn't care that Draco Malfoy had just called him Scarhead.

Hermione Granger was also shocked, but she quickly adjusted herself. She sat next to Hermione and inquired about the situation.

Pansy couldn't stand her best friend's counterpart anymore. Oh my god, that hair, those front teeth, she's a girl, can't she dress herself up properly?

She had spent a lot of effort to get Hermione to accept her dress-up request. Look, Hermione is the most beautiful girl in Ravenclaw!

Hermione Granger couldn't help but look at Hermione. Could she be so dazzling?

She noticed the blue on Hermione and was a little stunned. Ravenclaw, this is indeed the most suitable place for her.

Hermione didn't intend to hide anything, so she first introduced everyone on her side.

Hermione Granger and the two, no, three useless eavesdropping boys were all stunned.

What? That's Dumbledore? That's Grindelwald? That's Professor Snape? That's Professor McGonagall? That's Filch?

Merlin... Merlin's lace panties! How did you do that?

But no one asked, after all, it was someone else's privacy.

The four people from the original world ate a meal that tasted bland. The curious gazes from all around them made them feel uneasy.

"Little Dragon!" A voice, clearly not mechanical, suddenly uttered. Dumbledore and the others had their own theories. The people in the original world, sensing the sudden strange atmosphere, were somewhat baffled.

As expected... [Ian? You're here?] Draco knew who it was the moment he heard the voice. He wasn't startled, but continued to eat his dinner leisurely.

He was always slow at eating. Draco didn't really have much of an appetite, but if he didn't eat, Harry and his godfather would start nagging again.

[Sorry, Xiaolong, just now someone from the main world came to me and told me that he accidentally teleported someone from his world to ours.] Ian was furious when he said this. That old bastard, he said it wasn't intentional, but it was obviously intentional!

If he hadn't gone out to communicate with the world consciousness of the next world, or if 65 hadn't cleared out the intruders and reported back to the main system, they wouldn't let that old guy succeed no matter what.

Don't think he doesn't know. Even if he knows about the curse, he wants Draco to go to his side and help him! Stinky Merlin! Curse you!

Humph, he's not the same Ian as before. Want to break his defense? He's already used up most of his energy, right?

"Hmm? Are you saying these four are from the Main World? Why are they here?" Draco asked curiously. The teacher said that Ian was now completely separated from the Main World, and someone had blessed him, so his barrier wasn't easy to penetrate.

"Xiaolong, let me tell you! Their world consciousness is really cunning. They took advantage of me being away visiting friends to throw some serious trouble here." Ian felt wronged.

Their timeline should be before the start of fourth grade. The world consciousness suddenly changed its mind and didn't want to continue the plot, but couldn't interfere, so it threw the four of them here.

Draco pondered. [So you want me to go to their world and help him change?]

Snape's face darkened, and he exchanged glances with Dumbledore and the others. The Main World? Isn't that the movie? The adults saw it the moment they returned from the Spellbound world. Fourth grade... the Goblet of Fire? No, judging by their attire... the Quidditch World Cup!

Professor McGonagall looked at Snape worriedly and patted his hand soothingly.

Snape still had a lot of respect for the professor who had led him into Hogwarts. He forced a smile, but in less than a second, his serious expression returned.

"Yes! But Xiaolong doesn't have to go if he doesn't want to. I'll throw them all back!" Ian didn't care how pitiful Merlin said it was. Draco was the most important.

My world's consciousness is so amazing, can it already compete with other worlds? Harry and the others gave Ian a thumbs up in their hearts.

This main world is so rude, throwing people over without even saying a word.

"It's okay, it's fun." Draco paused. "We can wait until the time-space portal opens next month and go there on a weekend. We can just adjust the flow rate."

"If Xiaolong says so...it's a good deal for him!" Ian was still a little reluctant.

What happened there? What did he want me to do? Draco had a hunch that the main world had no ill will towards him.

[Let me ask. I'll be back soon.] Ian came and went as quickly as the wind.

Ron Weasley was so uncomfortable with those gazes that he felt uneasy all over. He never knew that being noticed by others could be so uncomfortable.

He looked at his classmates around him, silently praying that they would finish their meal quickly so that this awkward atmosphere would end. However, when he found that everyone had already finished eating and was obviously waiting for Draco, his dissatisfaction surged again.

Ron Weasley, who already hated Draco Malfoy, finally couldn't help it. He glared at Draco fiercely and said, "Didn't you see that everyone is waiting for you? Really..."

His words were tinged with anger, but before he could finish, a table knife suddenly flew past him, grazed his cheek, and sank directly into the wall behind him.

Silently, the table knife seemed to melt into the wall, leaving only the handle exposed. This frightened Ron Weasley enough that his eyes widened, his face turned pale, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He clearly felt the stinging on his face, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a few strands of red hair falling to the ground.

Ron casually continued throwing, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile. He whispered, "Oops, my hand slipped~"

Ron's face rarely showed a smile. He stared at Ron Weasley closely and said, "This... Mr. Weasley. We are all classmates. You won't blame me, will you?"

Ron at this moment was not as lively and cute as usual. His expression made Ron Weasley feel afraid, and even the air around him seemed to become solemn.

"Come on, is there really a guest who yells at the host in the host's house? Can't you write the word politeness?" Ron knew what Ron Weasley was going to say the moment he opened his mouth, and it was definitely not something nice.

He and Draco grew up together, so what if they were twins? Ron glanced at the trembling Ron Weasley with disdain. Then he turned around and put on another cute smile.

"Draco, try this apple pie. It looks just like Aunt Cissy's."

"Thank you, Ron~" Draco accepted Ron's kindness. Although he didn't care about the possible verbal attacks from Ron Weasley, his friend's protection made him feel warm in his heart.

So, even though he had barely finished his main meal and felt full, he still managed to finish the apple pie.

Seeing that Draco rarely ate so much, Harry was worried that he might have indigestion, so he made a cup of digestive tea made by Snape.

Snape nodded with satisfaction when he saw that the tea was able to play its rare role.

Ron Weasley listened to the conversation between Ron and Draco, and a feeling of jealousy welled up in his heart. He felt ignored, and he didn't like seeing such an intimate interaction between them.

He was genuinely frightened by the coldness in Ron's eyes. He felt a bit aggrieved. They were clearly the same person, just different enough, but he was helping someone he hated to bully him.

But he didn't dare to say anything. He could only sit there stiffly, not daring to move, praying that his friends would save him.