HP: It's a snake, not a badger.

Chapter 3: The Savior Appears

Emeric, carrying a suitcase and with a dark expression, walked through several carriages before finally finding a perfect, empty one. He threw himself onto a chair, casually pulled a blanket from his suitcase, wrapped himself in it, and fell asleep immediately.

Having slept for only a short while, Emeric, feeling someone poke him several times, opened his eyes irritably. "Gentlemen, is there anything I can help you with?"

Harry and Ron glanced at Emeric, who seemed to be saying, "You'd better not get involved," and silently swallowed. "Sir, I'm Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley. We'd like to ask if there are any other people in this carriage?"

"There's no one else here. I think I need to rest for a while longer. Please keep quiet, gentlemen." Emeric pinched the bridge of his nose, inwardly lamenting how unlucky he was to have encountered a famous savior before even starting school.

Before Emeric could fall asleep, Draco burst in, "Eri, why didn't you come to me?! Am I not your friend?!" A little witch followed behind, "Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. Have you seen Navi's toad? That's his pet."

Emeric sat up

Emeric opened his eyes

Emeric was desperate

I stayed up all night last night working on reports and finishing up the Durmstrang matter, ready to enjoy the show. Little did I know that before I even got to the school, I'd already been caught in the eye of the storm.

"Draco, you're hurting my eyes. I was busy until midnight yesterday and I'm a little dizzy now. Sorry, Draco, can you let your brother rest for a while?"

Using one's face skillfully is a talent, and Emeric is an expert at it. He subtly adjusted his posture, and a ray of sunlight gently shone through the car window onto Emeric's face. His face showed weariness, yet he forced himself to stay alert, gazing intently at Draco, his smoky purple eyes filled with tenderness and a hint of apology.

Draco blushed, nodded obediently, and sat down next to him. He was completely powerless against good-looking people.

Harry stared at the two of them thoughtfully. He seemed to have learned something. He shifted his gaze from Emerick to Draco, his green eyes flashing. This was the most exquisite boy he had ever seen. So cute.

Emeric, having appeased Draco, pulled him to sit beside him and smiled at the little witch by the door. "I'm sorry, Miss Granger, we didn't find any toads in our carriage. The train is almost at its destination, so please go change your clothes."

Hearing that they were almost at the station, Harry stopped daydreaming, and Ron jumped up. The two of them rummaged through their belongings and found their school uniforms, managing to put them on just before the train arrived at the station.

Emeric stood out conspicuously among the group of young wizards. He held Draco's hand with one hand and Harry's hand with a helpless expression with the other, his luggage following beside him with a levitation charm, carefully helping the two little ones onto the boat.

He's also a sucker for good looks; seeing Draco holding someone's hand, he naturally follows and grabs their other hand, showing no signs of awkwardness. Emeric is quite exasperated by this overly familiar savior; he can't bring himself to bully a child, especially since Draco likes Harry.

The two were chatting away across from each other, trying to guess what the Sorting Ceremony was all about. Suddenly, Draco turned to him and asked, "Allie, Dad said that to get into Slytherin, you have to drink Professor Snape's potion with a straight face. Harry, which house do you want to go to?"

Hearing this, Harry finally remembered Ron, whom he had left behind. On the train, Ron had given him a rundown of the four houses and their heads. "I don't know where to go. Ron told me Gryffindor is the best. Where do you and Ellie want to go?"

"Of course it's Slytherin. Our whole family belongs to Slytherin. You come to Slytherin too, and I'll protect you. Otherwise, I won't play with you." As soon as Draco finished speaking, Emeric lowered his head to protect the two of them. He had been observing his surroundings the whole time. He figured it was better to rely on himself than on the two little kids to take care of them. Hearing Hagrid tell them to lower their heads, he immediately protected the two little brats.

"Little Dragon, you can't do that. It's a person's freedom to choose which house they go to. Just like if you went to Gryffindor, would Harry and I still want to play with you?" He casually ruffled Draco's hair and got his hand covered in hair gel.

The boat slowly approached the shore, and the two cubs were pulled aboard. The sounds of other children shouting and yelling came from the side, and several of them were crying because their shoes were all wet.

A slender witch, dressed in a green robe with her hair piled high, stood on the shore waiting for them.

"Thank you, Hagrid, for bringing them all here. Hello, I am Minerva McGonagall, you can call me Professor McGonagall. I am the Head of Gryffindor. Please follow me." Professor McGonagall led them to the Great Hall. She counted the number of young wizards and, finding that the number matched, had them write their names on their luggage, which would then be taken away by house-elves.