Chapter 1724

He hadn't been the baby Mom kept in her heart for a long time, right? Mom was indeed as cold to him as he wished.

She never called him "Draco baby" again, just "Draco."

But why was his heart so uncooperative?

He cried in his bedroom for a whole night, for his stupid past.

At ten, he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Dad actually wanted him to go to Durmstrang; after all, Dad and Dumbledore didn't get along.

But Mom made the greatest effort; she wouldn't let me go.

Actually, I didn't really want to go either.

I heard they only use Dark Magic there! But Dark Magic...

Every time I would think of the Cruciatus Curse.

Think of the little white one that died in tears and blood.

Dad didn't force me too much.

He just told me that if I insisted on going to Hogwarts, then try to befriend Harry Potter.

Harry Potter! That guy in the books who defeated the Dark Lord?

I didn't really want to befriend him.

As the eldest young master of the Malfoy family, why should I befriend a boy whose mother was supposedly a Mudblood?

Dad told me: No need to curry favor, just be able to say a few words.

I compromised.

After all, I am the heir of the Malfoy family.

The heir!

Before school started, I got permission to buy things in Diagon Alley.

At Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, I stood on a stool and was measured by that ruler.

I complained that Madam Malkin was clumsy.

Actually, I still remember a few years ago, Madam Malkin also praised me for being cute.

Saying I definitely wouldn't be like my dad!

Now they must be saying behind my back, "No wonder he's the son of a little Death Eater," right? I thought in a messy way.

Then I saw a black-haired, green-eyed boy come in.

"Hey, are you also going to Hogwarts?"

I looked at him with disgust.

His clothes were tattered, a bit like a beggar.

He must be a Mudblood from the Muggle world.

I wouldn't usually greet such people.

But I was in a bad mood today, so I'd despise him.

"My dad is buying books for me next door, and my mom... and then I'm going to drag them to look at flying broomsticks..."

I continued talking, looking at this boy. His face was full of confusion.

I sneered in my heart.

He probably doesn't even know what a flying broomstick is, right?

Sure enough, after my round of questioning, he really didn't know.

Seeing his slightly uncomfortable expression, I finally mercifully changed the subject.

"Look at that person outside!"

I knew he was the gamekeeper of Hogwarts; my dad told me he might be a half-giant.

I wanted to share this with him.

But he got a bit angry.

The subsequent words were all cold.

Tch.

If you don't want to talk, then don't; as if I like talking to you!

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