Sean thought seriously for a moment before answering:
"This car costs roughly two million pounds in the Muggle world."
Then he added casually:
"Converted through Gringotts exchange rates… probably around eleven hundred Galleons."
The entire Slytherin common room instantly exploded.
"WHAT?!"
"So expensive?!"
"My God!"
"That's robbery!"
Several students looked horrified.
"I'd never spend that much money on a car!"
Then another student immediately added:
"…Even though it's ridiculously handsome."
Someone nearby crossed his arms confidently.
"If it were me, I'd absolutely make my father buy one."
Then he added seriously:
"As long as it could fly."
Sean smiled faintly before looking toward Malfoy.
"Want to hear the engine?"
Malfoy nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.
Sean pointed inside the car.
"Press the red button."
Malfoy immediately climbed into the driver's seat.
The luxurious interior almost made him stop breathing.
Every detail looked elegant and aggressive at the same time.
With trembling fingers, Malfoy carefully pressed the ignition button.
BOOOOOM.
The roar of the engine exploded through the common room like the growl of some giant magical beast.
Several younger students screamed and jumped backward in fright.
Meanwhile, Malfoy's face turned completely red from excitement.
"Try the accelerator."
Sean leaned casually against the wall.
"The pedal on the far right."
At roughly five feet tall now, Malfoy's legs could barely reach properly inside the sports car.
Still, he eagerly pressed the pedal slightly.
VROOOOM!!
The engine roar instantly became even deeper and more violent.
The entire room erupted.
Every little wizard nearby suddenly transformed into excited monkeys.
"MERLIN!"
"THIS IS AMAZING!"
"LET IT MOVE!"
"Malfoy! Drive it!"
Even Malfoy himself looked ready to explode from excitement.
He immediately turned toward Sean for guidance.
Sean calmly explained the controls.
Forward gear.
Reverse.
Parking.
Fortunately, the Lamborghini used automatic transmission.
Inside the training room, there were no traffic laws and nothing important to crash into anyway.
After explaining everything, Sean casually shut the car door for him.
Malfoy swallowed nervously before shifting the gear forward and lightly pressing the accelerator.
BUZZZZ—
The emerald-green Lamborghini slowly rolled forward beneath the deafening screams of the surrounding students.
Malfoy became bolder almost instantly.
Faster.
And faster.
Within moments, the sports car shot across the open training grounds at over one hundred kilometres per hour while Malfoy leaned halfway out the window screaming excitedly at everyone.
The little wizards nearly lost their minds.
"AHHHHHH!"
"LET ME TRY!"
"MALFOY STOP THE CAR!"
Even several older students looked ready to physically rob him.
Unfortunately for them—
—as proud and possessive as Malfoy was, there was absolutely no chance he would allow anyone else to touch his car.
The moment the Lamborghini stopped, Malfoy immediately stored it back inside the box again.
The surrounding crowd instantly booed loudly.
"YOU SELFISH BASTARD!"
"LET US DRIVE IT!"
"ONE LAP!"
Malfoy ignored everyone proudly while hugging the box against his chest protectively.
Then he suddenly turned toward Sean with glowing eyes.
"Boss!"
"Tell me how to make it fly!"
The entire room instantly quieted.
Every Slytherin stared directly at Sean now.
Sean barely suppressed his smile.
"I remember the Weasley family owns a flying car."
He spoke casually.
"It can fly, turn invisible, and travel freely."
The moment Sean finished speaking—
—the atmosphere froze completely.
Every little snake's expression became painfully awkward.
Sean had expected this reaction already.
Slytherins might admit Muggle technology looked useful.
They might even admit it looked cool.
But asking them to praise the Weasley family?
Impossible.
Even many half-blood wizards looked down on the Weasleys.
Wizarding society despised Muggles by nature.
Meanwhile, Arthur Weasley practically dedicated his entire life to studying Muggle inventions.
To many pure-bloods, that made the entire family embarrassing.
Malfoy stared silently at the Lamborghini box in his hands for a very long time.
Finally, after struggling internally, he looked up seriously.
"…I'll ask the Weasleys for help."
Sean immediately patted his shoulder approvingly.
"Good."
"Perfect timing too."
Sean smiled mysteriously.
"I'm visiting the Weasley home during Christmas break."
"You'll come with me."
Then he added calmly:
"Oh, and prepare one hundred Galleons."
"That'll be Arthur Weasley's modification fee."
The moment Malfoy heard the number—
—his face immediately twisted.
"ONE HUNDRED GALLEONS?!"
He looked horrified.
"My father would never agree to spend that much money modifying a Muggle car!"
Then his expression became even more complicated.
"And even if he agreed because of you…"
"…there's absolutely no way he'd let me associate with the Weasleys."
Sean nodded calmly.
That part was understandable.
Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley practically considered each other mortal enemies.
Still, Sean already had a solution prepared.
He leaned closer and whispered several sentences quietly into Malfoy's ear.
Malfoy's eyes slowly widened.
"…Would that actually work?"
Sean smiled confidently.
"Lucius cares about reputation more than anything."
"Trust me."
"If you say it exactly how I taught you…"
"…he'll agree."
Malfoy hesitated for several more seconds before finally nodding.
"…Alright."
"Then I'll write home tonight."
Sean nodded in satisfaction.
After leaving the training room with Malfoy, Sean was just preparing to help him draft the letter when another Slytherin student suddenly approached hurriedly.
"Prefect."
"Professor Snape is looking for you."
Sean paused slightly.
Then he turned back toward Malfoy seriously.
"Remember every word I told you."
"Write exactly like that."
Malfoy nodded immediately.
Only then did Sean leave the common room and head toward Snape's office.
Without bothering to knock, Sean casually pushed the door open and walked inside.
Snape's cold voice echoed through the office instantly.
"So we've stopped knocking entirely now, Mr. Sebastian."
Sean grinned shamelessly while dropping onto the sofa.
"Next time."
"Definitely next time."
Snape stared at him expressionlessly.
Then, in an extremely rare moment, he made something resembling a joke.
"I sincerely hope the next time you skip knocking…"
"…it won't involve stealing more of my potions."
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