Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Chapter 47: Chu Yang's New Roommate

After Snape left, the room felt empty. Chu Yang released his owl from its cage and began feeding it. "Big White Fatty, eat more. If we ever fall on hard times, you'll have to grow some meat since you'll be our emergency food supply."

The owl, which had been devouring its meal, trembled slightly and silently pulled its head out of the food pile.

Having succeeded in his prank, Chu Yang smiled to himself.

He flopped onto the bed, exhausted, and his eyes closed unknowingly. After some time, he faintly heard voices.

"Goyle, Crabbe, though I missed the Sorting Ceremony because I was sick, my father arranged for me to have a double room so I could rest well. He even said he'd personally come to the school to cause trouble for Dumbledore!"

"At that time, I'll have my father get rid of those creatures in the lake!"

"It looks like someone is sleeping here. He must be my roommate. Let's go say hello..."

Just as the speaker finished, Chu Yang opened his eyes to see Malfoy and his two companions standing stiffly in front of him, staring in shock.

"So, you're my new roommate?" Chu Yang, still groggy, said impatiently, "Do you know you're disturbing my sleep?"

"Sorry!" Goyle and Crabbe bowed at a 90-degree angle in unison, apologizing.

Though Malfoy's family was indeed prestigious, in school, Chu Yang's strength was also well known. Both of them were quite aware of that fact.

"You two cowards, why are you being so respectful to him?" Malfoy, fresh out of the hospital wing and full of energy, clearly hadn't realized how dangerous the situation was.

By this time, Chu Yang was fully awake, sitting on the bed, glaring at him with a menacing look.

"Draco, there's something I haven't had a chance to tell you..." Goyle leaned in close and whispered the thrilling stories Malfoy had missed over the past two days.

As Malfoy listened, his face paled, and his earlier arrogance disappeared. He asked incredulously, "Are you joking? How could one person defeat so many barehanded?"

Goyle and Crabbe shook their heads in unison, and Goyle even added, "Draco, you'd better believe it..."

Malfoy wanted to say something more, but Chu Yang, sitting on his bed, took out a bookmark from a book, wrapped it in Armament Haki, and threw it.

The bookmark shot from Chu Yang's hand like a bullet, embedding itself securely in the doorframe above the three boys' heads.

Half of the bookmark sank into the wooden doorframe as if cutting through butter.

Malfoy's pupils shrank sharply. Goyle and Crabbe yelped in terror, grabbing each other's hands as they slowly backed out of the room in fear.

"Sorry, I have a bit of a temper when I wake up," Chu Yang said, sitting on his bed with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Why are you still standing there? Come in and sleep. It's already late!"

Then, turning to Goyle and Crabbe, he said, "What? Are you two planning to stay and sleep here too?"

At that, the two big boys immediately abandoned the trembling Malfoy, bolting out the door without a second thought and disappearing in seconds.

"You traitors!" Malfoy shouted in anger and fear. He wanted to run too, but his legs felt as heavy as lead, and he had no strength left.

Suddenly, a chill ran down the back of Malfoy's neck, and his breathing became ragged. In a shaky voice, he said, "I... I'm very sorry for disturbing your sleep…"

"I accept your apology, Mr. Malfoy," Chu Yang said with a yawn before lying back down. "Just make sure you don't wake me up again. It'd be best if you didn't make any noise at all. I'm a very light sleeper."

Malfoy glanced at the bookmark deeply embedded in the doorframe, swallowing hard and then covering his throat in terror.

He realized that even swallowing loudly in the quiet room made a distinct sound.

Though Chu Yang had said he could come in and sleep, Malfoy dared not stay in the same room with him. He tiptoed out, even making sure to close the door quietly behind him.

Poor Malfoy ended up spending his first night out of the hospital sleeping on the couch in the common room.

At least no one was fighting him for the couch, and the fire in the common room never went out.

Under the flickering firelight, Malfoy curled up on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Malfoy woke up to the sound of laughter that he couldn't quite comprehend.

Opening his eyes, he found himself surrounded by students, even upperclassmen.

And, standing right in front of him, was none other than Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin House!

"Wow! I only came here to check on something, but I didn't expect there really was someone sleeping in the common room last night!" Snape said in a sour tone. "Are first-years so fond of this place that they fight over the right to sleep here?"

"Get up! Malfoy!"

Malfoy jolted awake at Snape's shout, his drowsiness vanishing instantly as he clumsily tumbled off the sofa.

The laughter around him grew louder until Snape's cold glare silenced the room.

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

Scrambling to his feet, Malfoy hastily tidied his hair and respectfully greeted, "Good morning, Professor Snape."

"Good morning? I don't think it's good at all!" Snape barked. "Last night, some of your fellow students slept in the common room and disgraced Slytherin's reputation, causing the house to lose points on the first day of term! Now you're repeating their mistake?"

Snape's voice echoed like a storm in the valley as he continued, "I wonder, Mr. Malfoy, what would your father say if he saw you like this at school?"

Malfoy trembled, lowering his voice in a plea, "Please, Professor, don't let my father know. He'll kill me…"

Snape observed Malfoy's fear, exhaled, and said, "Now tell me, why were you sleeping here?"

Malfoy hesitated but, under Snape's piercing gaze, stammered out the events of the previous night.

"A small piece of paper, embedded in the doorframe like a knife, without any magic assistance?" Snape scoffed. "Mr. Malfoy, are you telling me a story?"

"Perhaps I should submit your account to The Daily Prophet or The Quibbler, as a great work of fiction by Draco Malfoy!"

Tears welled in Malfoy's eyes as he said softly, "Professor, I'm not lying. Goyle and Crabbe saw it too!"

Snape now looked skeptical. Could such an absurd thing really have happened?