Chapter 1726

I didn't even tell Dad about this; after all, Dad would only say I was talking to a Mudblood.

Who would have thought, I was just trying to trip up that Miss Becky Greengrass.

Who told her to reject me at a dance with so many people?

I, the young master of the Malfoy family, I can dislike her, but she cannot reject me; this is my code of conduct.

Even if I heard her reputation is great, but who told me I am the young master of the Malfoy family; what can she do to me?

I sneered and thought.

Then I arrived at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts is so-so, not as fun as my manor. The Sorting Hat didn't even put it on my head before calling out "Slytherin."

I was smug.

And took the opportunity to look at Harry Potter with disdain.

This guy must be Hufflepuff, look at his stupid appearance.

Unfortunately.

Harry Potter entered Gryffindor.

I looked at Gryffindor's smug appearance and said "worthless" with disdain.

"Even if they have Potter, so what? Slytherin has me, Malfoy; this year's House Cup can definitely still be won."

Crabbe and Goyle nodded constantly.

Oh my, can't they be smarter?

Forget it, forget it, who told their dads to follow behind my dad; this is tradition, I can't let them leave.

Besides, they are quite tall and big; walking out is quite bluffing.

I thought with disdain.

Then I heard that woman McGonagall call Darren Potter.

I remembered.

It's that brother of Harry Potter.

Many people knew this news, and everyone looked over.

I didn't look at all.

How could Harry Potter's brother come to Slytherin? That old thing Dumbledore shouldn't want it either.

Who knows.

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat shouted loudly.

I was stunned...

I thought I heard it wrong.

As a result, I saw a red-haired guy walking towards me.

Huh?

This is the guy who told me everyone is equal in Diagon Alley?

Darren Potter?

My smile gradually emerged.

I have a lot of resentment towards Harry Potter, and now it's just right to vent it on him.

Looking at his pitiful appearance, he should be easy to bully, right?

Thinking of his glib tongue and obedient appearance in Diagon Alley, I decided I must bully him well!

Seeing him walk towards Slytherin in a daze.

I hurriedly asked Goyle next to me to move aside; only if this guy sits next to me can I deal with him!

He really sat here.

I poked him.

Huh?

No reaction?

He was still sad there.

I poked him again with disgust, wanting to say a few words to stab his heart.

I had already thought it out; just say he is unwanted.

This would definitely make him cry with anger, right? Who told him to be so annoying before?

By the way, he also has an annoying brother.

Harry Potter, no, should be called Scarhead!

Looking at Scarhead's appearance of showing off his scar, I really couldn't develop any good feelings for him.

I poked little Potter again.

Little Potter looked at me with red eyes, then he turned his head and looked at me.

Oh my!

This kid, does he not know the beating of the Malfoy family? I was furious.

Seeing him eating, I deliberately threw a chicken claw at him to humiliate him, and he ate it.

Ugh!

I almost vomited.

I looked at him with an incredulous expression.

Is this guy crazy?

How could he even eat this? Is he a starving ghost reincarnated?

However, why did I find him absent-minded? He wouldn't be sad because of Scarhead, would he?

Is Scarhead that good?

I was confused.

But I really couldn't think of any way to mess with him; forget it, let me eat my fill first, and then deal with him after eating.

Tonight, Slytherin has the prefect selection competition; I think this guy definitely doesn't know.

And as a guy from the Muggle world, he probably doesn't know much either; I can definitely beat him up!

Hahaha!

Thinking of beating up Scarhead's brother, I even found my meal delicious!

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