Chapter 137

To attend their first flying lesson.

There were dozens of brooms neatly placed there.

"Alright, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and stand next to your brooms."

Madam Hooch walked over and urged.

Darren obediently walked to a broom and stood still.

This broom was old and broken, looking extremely ugly.

"My father said he would buy me a Nimbus 2000; that's a broom that just came out this year. Potter, do you want one? If you call me brother, maybe I can get my father to buy you one too!"

Such an arrogant voice.

Darren turned speechlessly to Draco Malfoy, who had taken the initiative to stand next to him.

Why did this young man come looking for abuse again?

Hmm?

Something seemed wrong.

Darren rubbed his chin and looked at Malfoy suspiciously.

This guy hadn't seemed this familiar with him before, especially asking him to call him brother.

Good heavens, was this because of that drop of blood this morning, and he had discovered the Malfoy family bloodline?

So fast?

Darren knew the efficiency of the wizarding world was high, but he had never realized it so profoundly before.

How long had it been!

Lucius acted as if he had already done a DNA test.

Even Draco Malfoy knew.

Speaking of which, does the wizarding world really not do DNA tests?

If they had verified the DNA, they might find that he was likely the child of at least three or four people.

If the system continued to cause trouble like this, perhaps in a few more chapters, he would really have to be a son to the entire wizarding world.

However, he was naturally "knowing nothing" at this moment.

So he frowned and said unhappily, "Malfoy, you're starting to mock my brother again. Yes, Harry and I don't have money, we're poor, but we have genuine feelings, not something you can shake with money!"

【Ding, +10 Saint Father points.】

【Ding, +5 Saint Father points.】

【Ding, +15 Saint Father points.】

【Ding...】

A small wave of Saint Father points was credited.

Although Darren felt it was a bit small, free things were always good.

However, he felt it was good, but Malfoy felt it was very bad.

Before, when Darren mocked him because of Harry Potter, he only felt Darren was a bit stupid.

He felt he was silly, only knowing how to follow Harry Potter's butt and stand up for him, just like Harry Potter's little sidekick. But after knowing the "truth," Malfoy's feelings were completely different.

Very unhappy.

He was also this guy's brother, so why hadn't he seen this guy try so hard to defend him?

Clearly, he had kindly asked him if he wanted a Nimbus 2000 just now.

That was something he had begged his father for a long time to agree to.

This guy not only wasn't moved but also said he was mocking Harry Potter.

It was truly infuriating!

Malfoy snorted and glared hard at Harry Potter, who had just walked out of Hogwarts and was standing on the field.

Harry:???

What was wrong with Malfoy again?

He felt it was terrible.

This Malfoy was just like a jerk; he had never seen anyone more annoying than him.

It was just that Malfoy wasn't doing anything at the moment, so he couldn't even fight back.

Harry sighed.

He followed Madam Hooch's instructions and stood next to his broom.

"Extend your right hand, then place it over the broom handle, and say: Up!"

Madam Hooch raised her voice and shouted.

Darren said obediently, "Up!"

The broom jumped into his hand as he wished.

He looked around; only his and Harry's brooms were so obedient.

Malfoy's broom rolled on the ground once, and then it slowly fell into Malfoy's hand.

"Darren Potter, look at me..."

Malfoy held up his broom triumphantly to show off to Darren, but when he looked to the side.

Darren was already fiddling with his broom.

He quickly looked at Harry Potter again.

Scarhead had also gotten his broom.

What was going on?

This was too incredible.

They both grew up with Muggles, so how could they use brooms better than him?

Could it be because they often swept the floor?

Malfoy had heard his father say that Muggles also use brooms to sweep the floor, but their brooms don't fly.

"Hmph, luck!"

Malfoy turned around unhappily.

He must get his father to buy him a Nimbus 2000, and then ride it around Scarhead.

Let him know he's a poor ghost!

Can't even afford a Nimbus 2000.

Because of Darren's words, Malfoy now thought the Potter family was very poor, and might only have enough money left for them to go to school.

He laughed triumphantly.

He shook the broom in his hand with disdain.

"Malfoy, your posture is wrong!"

Madam Hooch was angered by Malfoy's behavior and walked over unhappily, saying how could he treat a broom like that?

These children were so cute!

"Hmph, I already know how!"

Malfoy felt his face burning; what did he mean by posture was wrong?

He, Malfoy, had once ridden a flying broom to dodge Muggle airplanes; how could he not know how to ride a broom?

What a joke!

Unfortunately, because he bragged too outrageously, no one believed him.

"Alright, when I blow the whistle, you kick off with your legs and leave the ground!"

Madam Hooch demonstrated by riding on the broom and said.

Everyone quickly followed her demonstration and rode on their brooms.

Darren heard Malfoy muttering that this broken broom had torn his robes, and he must get his father to replace all these brooms.

Oh, child!

Buying a broom for your own child and replacing brooms for the school are different things.

Lucius wasn't doing charity.

However, Darren, constrained by his persona, didn't tell him this fact.

"Three, two..."

Before Madam Hooch could shout one, Neville had already kicked off hard in a panic and flew up from the spot. ===== CHAPTER 139 =====