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The train crawled into the station. Screeching metal on rails. The whistle faded. Exhausted. Relieved.
Rain kept falling.
Cold clung to the platform. Ice glazed the ground.
Hagrid stepped inside, massive lantern in hand. Eyes darting around. Beneath his tangled beard—lingering terror.
The Dementors had just left.
Azkaban's despair and pain haunted him like a shadow he'd never shake.
This half-giant was usually fearless.
But his fear of Dementors? In some ways, far exceeded Tiger's.
The train stopped. Cold steam billowed. Doors opened. Curses erupted.
"Damn Cornelius Fudge!"
"Don't let me see him or I'll shove my wand up his fat arse and cast Blasting Hex!"
"Fuck Auror Command!"
"Are their brains full of shit?!"
"They should be in Azkaban!"
"Bunch of dickless eunuchs!"
"Motherfuckers!"
"They ARE shit!"
"Useless dog shit!"
The loudest, filthiest curses? Slytherin's snakes. Venting their fury at the Ministry's parasites without restraint.
First-years stared blankly.
From what they knew... Slytherin... was supposed to be the pure-blood noble house... right?
(???)(???)(???)
Riley Shafiq and the other girls covered their faces. Honestly, watching Slytherin devolve like this—sometimes they really wanted to scream for help.
Especially Riley.
When her brother came home after one year and started saying "motherfucker" constantly, she wanted to string him up. And string up Shelby too.
Too bad she couldn't beat Shelby.
In that beast's dictionary, the word "woman" didn't exist. Holding back? Never happening.
Making that mistake once was enough.
Facing this clueless bastard beast, she didn't know whether to feel happy for the Head Girl or sad for Slytherin.
(?_?)
Students from other houses looked unsurprised. Compared to their snake leader, these vipers were practically elegant...
"Oh my God..."
"So cold."
The moment Hermione stepped off, she shivered. Instinctively moved closer to Tiger.
Tiger glanced down. Opened his coat. Pulled the trembling chipmunk into his arms.
Hermione's eyes went wide.
Her body went rigid. Like sudden happiness struck a vital point. She forgot how to walk.
The coat blocked out the cold completely. Rising warmth and Tiger's steady embrace turned her face pink.
"Slytherin!"
"Gather here!"
Gemma Farley's cold voice rang out. With a hint of gritted teeth.
Compared to two years ago, that clever chipmunk had grown. The childishness vanished from her face. But that growth seemed to intensify the Head Girl's hostility...
The Thestral carriages were still some distance away. Outside the station—pouring rain. Dense droplets hammered down like broken pearls. The damp cold felt thick enough to wring out.
Tiger frowned.
He raised his hand. Stopped male prefect Bursted from leading the group out. Looked to the side.
Seeing Tiger suddenly look at her, his deep, fierce eyes brooking no argument—
The Head Girl paused. Looked reluctant. But finally walked over with her chin up, "unwillingly." The rest of Slytherin followed.
Her cold, disdainful gaze shot toward Hermione without mercy.
Feeling that knife-like stare, Miss Chipmunk lifted her head slightly. Peeked out. Her cunning eyes gleamed with triumph toward the Head Girl.
Next second—
Tiger pushed her head back down.
It's cold out there.
Stay put.
Gemma Farley gripped her sleeves tight. Eyes angry and resentful. Fingertips white from pressure.
A moment later, she snorted through her nose.
She wouldn't grovel to this beast for scraps of pity or attention. Tonight, this beast would be begging to sleep holding her.
That's what she told herself.
Riley Shafiq sighed quietly.
Tiger ignored the eye-war beside him. Extended his hand. Pointed at the blur through the rain.
White bone appeared.
Hellfire surged. Scorching heat drove away the cold.
A few breaths later—
Joyful neighing echoed from afar.
Heavy hooves shattered mud and rain. Like the brightest moonlight silk in the night. A unicorn pulling a carriage burst through darkness and cold. Charged into the station without restraint.
After two years with Slytherin's prissy lot, even Tiger occasionally craved a bit of luxury...
"A unicorn?"
"Oh my God, it's a unicorn!"
"Is this a fairy tale?!"
"No, it's the magical world."
"But how..."
Gasps rose like waves.
The unicorn Tiger casually petted looked like a moonlight spirit descended to earth. Radiating ineffable elegance and deep mystery.
First-years who hadn't left yet froze. Stared at the unicorn in disbelief. Awe and shock on every face.
Next second—flames erupted.
Praise turned to screams. Terror exploded through the station.
Under hellfire's corruption—
The unicorn's brilliant coat turned to charred, broken flesh. Its bright, gentle eyes went dark and murky. Gleaming with ominous black light.
Surging hellfire burst from within. The glowing spiral horn twisted. Became sharp and deadly. Radiating cold menace.
In an instant, the noble unicorn transformed into a nightmare. Dangerous, evil energy threatening to swallow everything in darkness.
The rain suddenly quieted. Thestral carriages descended from above. Lined up neatly at the station exit. The rain's drumbeat resumed.
Percy Weasley ran back into the station with Gryffindor students, furious.
The dumb lions hadn't cast drying charms yet. Looked like stray cats rolled in mud. Pathetic.
Slytherin's mocking laughter erupted.
Gryffindor's faces darkened.
Just as they'd been about to board—
The unicorn suddenly took all the Thestral carriages and left the mountain platform. So they had to return to the station.
Seeing Tiger and the nightmare before him—
Percy's angry expression instantly calmed. He nodded slightly at Tiger. Drew his wand. Rearranged the boarding order.
The strong always had privileges.
Having abandoned naivety, he understood this clearly. Had been working toward those privileges. He'd restore the Weasleys to their former glory.
And that required pure-blood support.
Especially from the pure-blood leader...
"Bursted, arrange it."
"Theodore, come with me..."
Tiger climbed into the nightmare carriage with Hermione. Theodore said goodbye to his friends and followed.
Seeing one empty seat—
Draco eagerly stepped out of line.
But under the Head Girl's calm gaze, he froze mid-step. Obediently returned to the group.
"Bursted, it's yours."
Gemma Farley glanced at male prefect Bursted. Then gracefully boarded the nightmare carriage.
"Pleasant journey, Farley."
Bursted smiled bitterly.
Facing the dead woman's provocative gaze, Tiger slowly closed his eyes. Said nothing more. Not punching her out was already Shelby's final mercy...
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