Harry straightened his back, his expression calm and domineering.
He looked around at everyone and said calmly: "Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
Hermione and Ron nodded vigorously, while Malfoy and his two friends looked pale.
Harry smiled crookedly and said word by word: "That's right! I'm not right. Because I'm a magical genius that only appears once in a few hundred years. If you want to mess with me, you're just asking for trouble."
As he spoke, his aura was so strong that it filled the entire carriage...
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