I just became the Pirate King, and you're telling me I also time-traveled at the same time.

Chapter 47 Chu Yang's New Roommate

After Snape left, the room felt empty. Chu Yang released the owl from its cage and started feeding it extra food. "Big white fat, eat more. If we ever run into trouble, you'll have to grow a lot of meat as a reserve food."

The owl, which was engrossed in its meal, trembled and silently pulled its head out of the pile of food.

Chu Yang smiled knowingly after successfully pulling off the prank.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed, his eyes closing without him even realizing it. He didn't know how much time had passed when he faintly heard someone talking.

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

"When the time comes, I'll make sure my father cleans up those monsters in the lake!"

"There's someone sleeping here, looks like my roommate, let's go say hello..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yang opened his eyes and saw Malfoy and the other two standing stiffly in front of him, staring at him in disbelief.

"So, you're my new roommate?" Still half-asleep, Chu Yang said impatiently, "You guys were disturbing my sleep, you know that?"

"I'm sorry!" Gore and Crabbe bowed at a ninety-degree angle in unison to apologize.

Malfoy's family background was indeed remarkable.

But Chu Yang was also a formidable fighter at school, and both of them were well aware of this.

"You two cowards, why are you so respectful to him?" Malfoy, who had just returned from the school hospital, was full of energy, clearly unaware of how dangerous his situation was.

At this moment, Chu Yang had been completely awakened by his loud voice and was sitting on the bed, staring at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Draco, there's something I haven't had a chance to tell you yet..." Goyle whispered in Malfoy's ear, recounting the exciting stories Malfoy had missed over the past two days.

As he listened, Malfoy's expression changed drastically. His previous arrogance vanished, and he asked with disbelief, "Are you kidding me? How could he possibly defeat so many people by himself, unarmed?"

Goyle and Crabbe shook their heads in unison, with Goyle adding, "Draco, you'd better believe..."

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

The bookmark shot out of Chu Yang's hand like a cannonball and landed steadily on the door frame above the heads of the three people opposite him.

Most of the bookmark was embedded in the wooden door frame, like slices of tofu.

Malfoy's pupils suddenly contracted, and Goyle and Crabbe cried out in alarm. The three of them held hands and retreated step by step towards the door in fear.

"Sorry, I'm a bit grumpy when I wake up." Chu Yang sat on the bed, looking at him with a half-smile, and said, "What are you standing there for? Come in and go to sleep, it's so late!"

After saying that, he turned to Gore and Crabbe and said, "What? Are you two planning to stay and sleep here too?"

Upon hearing this, the two large, fat men immediately abandoned the trembling Malfoy beside them, turned and ran without hesitation, disappearing through the door in the blink of an eye.

"You two damned traitors!" Malfoy was both shocked and furious. He wanted to run, but he had no strength at all, and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

A sudden chill ran down his spine, and Malfoy's breathing quickened. He said in a tearful voice, "I'm so sorry to have disturbed your sleep..."

"I accept your apology, Mr. Malfoy." Chu Yang yawned and lay back down. "I hope you won't wake me up again, and it's best if you don't make a sound at all. I'm a very light sleeper."

Malfoy looked up at the bookmark deeply embedded in the door frame, swallowed hard, and then covered his throat in horror.

He noticed that even in a quiet, empty room, the sound of swallowing became very noticeable.

Even though Chu Yang said he could come in and sleep, Malfoy didn't dare to stay in the same room as Chu Yang. He tiptoed out and made sure to close the door behind him.

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

Fortunately, no one was fighting him for the sofa, and the fireplace in the lounge wouldn't go out.

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

The next day, Malfoy awoke to a burst of incomprehensible laughter.

He opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by classmates, including upperclassmen.

even……

Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin House, was standing right in front of him!

"Wow! I only came to check just in case, I didn't expect there would actually be guests in the common room last night!" Snape said in a low voice, clearly annoyed. "Are the first-years so fond of this common room? And even fighting over who gets to sleep there?"

"Stand up, Malfoy!"

Hearing Snape's roar, Malfoy shuddered, his drowsiness vanished instantly, and he scrambled off the sofa in a flurry.

The laughter around him grew louder until Snape's gloomy gaze swept across the room.

The students then lowered their heads and quickly left the lounge.

A disheveled Malfoy scrambled to his feet, not forgetting to tidy his hair, and then respectfully said, "Good morning, Professor Snape."

"Good morning? I don't think so!" Snape said angrily. "Your classmates slept in the common room all night, completely disregarding Slytherin etiquette and causing the house to lose points on the very first day of school!"

"And now you're doing it again?" Snape's voice echoed in Malfoy's ears like a storm in a valley. "May I ask what the consequences would be if your father saw you behaving like this at school?"

Malfoy trembled and immediately pleaded in a low voice, "Professor, please don't let my father know, he'll kill me..."

Snape, seeing Malfoy's fear, sighed with relief. "Now tell me, why are you sleeping here?"

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, but under Snape's sharp gaze, he stammered out the story of what had happened the night before.

"A tiny piece of paper, without any magical aid, embedded itself in a door frame like a knife?" Snape scoffed dismissively. "Mr. Malfoy, are you telling a story?"

"Perhaps I should submit your work to the Daily Prophet or the Quibbler, Mr. Draco Malfoy, the great novelist!"

Malfoy cried, feeling wronged, and whispered, "Professor, I didn't lie. Goyle and Crabbe both saw it!"

Now it was Snape's turn to be skeptical.

Is it really possible that something this absurd is true?