While Thor was feeling frustrated about his status, Josh was busy receiving his annual Dimensional beacon.

As the screen appeared, a boy came into Josh's sight—dressed in a black robe, pale-skinned with a sharp chin, and sporting light blond hair.

Another child? Josh thought.

Compared to the infant Abbendis he had seen before, this boy looked at least ten years old. And somehow, Josh felt that he looked familiar.

"Who are you? What kind of dark magic did you use on me?" the boy asked nervously, trying to appear tough.

Though the Dimensional beacon had already fed the relevant information into his mind, a child barely over ten naturally wasn't fully mature. Unlike Abbendis, who had been subtly influenced by Josh from birth, this boy's reaction to a sudden situation was perfectly normal.

Magic? That word immediately clicked in Josh's mind—he now understood why the boy seemed familiar.

"Draco Malfoy?" Josh raised an eyebrow.

"Eh? You know me?" Malfoy asked, surprised.

Indeed, this boy was none other than Draco Malfoy, the rival of Harry Potter in the HP universe.

"Of course. I not only know you, but I also know you love dragons, right?" Josh said with a smile, addressing the slightly proud boy.

In the HP world, compared to the reckless hero Harry and the sidekick Ron, Josh found himself somewhat more appreciative of Draco.

"Of course! I'm Draco—Draco the Dragon!" the boy said proudly, lifting his head with confidence.

"Then, Draco, would you like to have your own dragon? To become a hero riding a dragon?" Josh asked in an enticing tone.

"…You can give me a dragon?" Draco immediately recognized the promise behind Josh's words.

"Exactly. I can not only give you a dragon, but a stronger, more majestic one than anything in your world. I can teach you powerful magic your world doesn't even have, give you countless magical items and potions. With these, Voldemort, Dumbledore, Grindelwald—they'd all be no match for you. Your family will become the greatest force in the magical world. Even Merlin himself would not threaten your position!" Josh painted a future Draco could not refuse.

For a boy already proud of himself, ambitious, and dreaming of heroics, Josh's words were incredibly tempting.

"Of course, sir… but how do I get what you're promising?" Draco asked nervously, his gaze fixed on Josh.

Born into a prestigious wizarding family, Draco was not as naive as Harry or Ron. From an early age, he understood that everything came at a price.

Though tempted by the future Josh described, he remained cautiously alert, betraying a trace of nervousness.

"Oh, don't be so nervous, child. Recall the information that appeared in your mind earlier—everything you saw is completely real. Any deal we make will be based on fairness, justice, and mutual benefit," Josh said, slowing his words to calm Draco.

Under Josh's reassurance, Draco gradually relaxed and began recalling what he had learned about the Dimensional trading device.

"Phew… I understand. By the way, I still don't know your name. And since you aren't from my world, how do you even know so much about me?" After processing the previously overlooked information, Draco let out a long breath and politely asked, "Also, may I ask your name, sir?"

Josh smiled in approval. The boy's manners were impeccable—no wonder he came from a prestigious family. Of course, Josh also knew Draco's politeness was strategic: only after realizing the significance of the trading system would he show such decorum. If it were one of the typical protagonists, he'd probably be looking down his nose at Josh.

Josh didn't mind. He liked dealing with someone like Draco—cunning, a little mischievous, and a worthy trading partner. After all, he was that kind of person himself.

"My name is Josh Kahn! Yes, we aren't from the same world, but that doesn't mean people from different worlds know nothing about each other. The reasons are complicated, but you just need to know that I not only know you, but I understand a lot about your world—for example, your father… he used to be a Death Eater!" Josh explained.

Many details of the HP universe were already distant in his memory, but key people and events had left a deep impression.

"What?! That's impossible!" Draco's pale face drained even further. "What proof do you have?"

"Don't get worked up, child. I know this may shock you, but it's true. I do have evidence—but since I'm not in your world, you'll need to verify it yourself," Josh said, gesturing to calm Draco. "Your father possessed many dark magical artifacts… Of course, that alone doesn't prove he was a Death Eater—many noble families had such items. But there's one object that's unique: an old diary left by Voldemort. I don't recommend seeking it now, because it's actually a Horcrux containing Voldemort's soul from when he was a Hogwarts student named Tom Riddle."

Josh then explained to Draco what a Horcrux was, and that Voldemort was actually still alive.

Hearing this, Draco's face, already pale, went even whiter. The news that Voldemort wasn't dead was shocking to a child who had grown up constantly hearing about the Dark Lord's terror. Until that day, he hadn't even dared to speak Voldemort's name aloud.

If it weren't for the Dimensional trading system and Josh's vivid depictions, Draco would have screamed the moment Josh uttered the name.