Chapter 48: Chu Yang

After Snape left, the room felt empty; Chu Yang let the owl out of its cage and began feeding it extra food. “Big White Fat, eat more—if we ever fall on hard times, Itachi’ll be our reserve food, so put on some weight.”

The owl, buried in its food, trembled slightly and slowly pulled its head out of the pile.

Chu Yang smiled knowingly, pleased with his prank.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed and his eyes closed without realizing it; hours later, he faintly heard voices speaking.

“Goyle, Crabbe, even though I missed the Sorting Ceremony because I was sick, my father arranged a double room for me so I could rest properly—he even said he’d come to school and confront Dumbledore himself!”

“Then I’ll make sure my father cleans out all those monsters in the lake!”

“Someone’s sleeping here—looks like my roommate. Let’s go say hello…”

No sooner had the words been spoken than Chu Yang opened his eyes to see Malfoy and his two companions frozen stiff before him, staring in stunned silence.

“So my new roommate is Itachi?” Chu Yang, still half-asleep, spoke irritably. “Itachi woke me up. Do Itachi know that?”

“Sorry!” Goyle and Crabbe bowed in unison, a sharp ninety-degree bow.

Malfoy’s family background was indeed impressive.

But at school, Chu Yang’s fists were just as hard—and both of them knew it well.

“Itachi two cowards, why are Itachi being so respectful to him?” Malfoy, freshly returned from the hospital, bellowed with full voice—he clearly had no idea how dangerous his situation was.

At that moment, Chu Yang was fully awake, sitting upright on the bed, glaring at him with clear hostility.

“Draco, there’s something I haven’t had the chance to tell Itachi yet…” Goyle whispered cautiously into Malfoy’s ear, recounting the dramatic events he’d missed over the past two days.

As he listened, Malfoy’s face turned pale; his earlier arrogance vanished. He asked skeptically, “Are Itachi two joking with me? How could he possibly beat so many people bare-handed?”

Goyle and Crabbe shook their heads in unison; Goyle added, “Draco, Itachi’d better believe it…”

Malfoy opened his mouth to say more, but Chu Yang, still seated on the bed, pulled a bookmark from his book, wrapped it in Armament Haki, and threw it.

The bookmark shot from Chu Yang’s hand like a cannonball and lodged firmly into the doorframe above the three of them.

More than half the bookmark sank into the wooden doorframe as easily as if it were cutting tofu.

Malfoy’s pupils shrank sharply; Goyle and Crabbe screamed in terror, and the three of them, hand in hand, stepped backward in fear toward the door.

“Sorry,” Chu Yang said, half-smiling from his bed. “I’ve got a bad temper when I wake up. Why are Itachi standing there? Come in and sleep—it’s already late!”

Then he added to Goyle and Crabbe, “What? Are Itachi two planning to stay and sleep too?”

At those words, the two large white fatties immediately abandoned the trembling Malfoy and bolted without hesitation, vanishing at the doorway in an instant.

“Itachi two traitorous bastards!” Malfoy cried out, furious and terrified. He wanted to run too, but his body felt utterly drained, his legs as heavy as lead.

A sudden chill rushed up the back of his neck; his breathing turned ragged, and he spoke with a trembling, almost tearful voice: “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep…”

“I accept your apology, Mr. Malfoy,” Chu Yang yawned and lay back down. “Don’t wake me up again. Try not to make any noise at all—I sleep very lightly.”

Malfoy looked up at the bookmark deeply embedded in the doorframe, swallowed hard, then clapped a hand over his throat in alarm.

He realized that in the quiet, empty room, even the sound of swallowing was painfully audible.

Even though Chu Yang invited him to sleep inside, Malfoy dared not stay in the same room with him. He tiptoed out, making sure to close the door gently behind him.

Poor Malfoy spent his first night out of the hospital in the common room.

Fortunately, no one was fighting over the sofa, and the fire there never went out.

In the flickering light, Malfoy curled up on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Malfoy awoke to an absurd chorus of laughter.

He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by classmates—and upperclassmen.

Even…

Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin House, stood right before him!

“Wow! I just came to check in case anything happened—I never expected someone actually slept in the common room last night!” Snape growled, clearly annoyed. “First-years are so fond of this common room now? They’re fighting over beds?”

“Get up! Malfoy!”

At Snape’s roar, Malfoy jolted awake, instantly sober. He scrambled off the sofa in a panic.

The laughter around him grew louder—until Snape’s dark gaze swept across the room.

The students quickly bowed their heads and hurried out of the common room.

Malfoy, humiliated, rose from the floor and hastily adjusted his hair before bowing respectfully. “Good morning, Professor Snape.”

“Good morning? I find it anything but!” Snape snapped. “Your classmates slept in the common room all night—completely abandoning Slytherin’s dignity—and got the house docked points on the very first day of term!”

“And now Itachi’re doing the same?” Snape’s voice echoed like a storm through the valley in Malfoy’s ears. “May I ask what your father would do if he saw Itachi behaving like this at school?”

Malfoy shuddered and whispered urgently, “Professor, please don’t tell my father—he’ll kill me…”

Snape observed Malfoy’s fear, sighed, and said, “Now tell me—why are Itachi sleeping here?”

Malfoy hesitated, but under Snape’s piercing gaze, he stammered out an account of what had happened the previous night.

“A tiny piece of paper, without any magic, embedded itself into the doorframe like a blade?” Snape sneered. “Mr. Malfoy, are Itachi telling me a fairy tale?”

“Perhaps I should submit your story to the Daily Prophet—or even the Quibbler. The great novelist, Draco Malfoy!”

Malfoy burst into tears. “Professor, I’m not lying! Goyle and Crabbe saw it too!”

Now it was Snape’s turn to hesitate, uncertain.

Could something so absurd truly have happened?

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