Chapter 1728

I blurted out that Potter was killing someone. But after shouting, I found it even more embarrassing.

Oh my!

Why am I always acting stupid today? But.

"Potter, you're done for, you might have to go home carrying your things in disgrace today!"

After all, I hit the heir of the Malfoy family; Dad would definitely make him unable to stay in Slytherin.

Thinking about this, I was still a little smug.

But...

Snape actually put me in detention! I looked at Snape blankly.

That's not right!

Isn't he a good friend of my dad?

My dad used to tell me that Snape would definitely take care of me, so, is his care this kind of care?

"Sir, it was Potter who almost killed me!"

I blurted out.

As a result, what did Snape say?

He told me I had to serve two weeks of detention and he would write to my dad because of my recklessness?

My expression froze.

Write to Dad...

Done for, done for.

I can imagine how my dad would lecture me for the way I looked for a beating earlier!

I couldn't speak at all.

I dragged my feet to the line, and didn't have the energy to glare at Darren Potter anymore.

At night, when I returned to the dormitory, I had a two-way mirror call with Dad; I didn't expect Snape to write to Dad so early; he scolded me to the point of being dog-blood.

I muttered: "It wasn't you who told me that Darren Potter was nothing, so I would offend him like that!"

If Dad were reasonable, he would know that this matter shouldn't be entirely my fault, right?

"I told you not to bother with him, not to target him!"

Dad glared at me.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Fine, I know."

I sighed; I knew the punishment was next.

"You know, copy the Malfoy family rules one hundred times!"

Dad smiled.

I felt my arm was going to hurt.

The Malfoy family rules are not the Slytherin house rules, which only have a few lines.

The Malfoy family rules have thousands of lines.

And I need to copy them one hundred times.

"Am I still your son?"

I complained to him.

But he was unmoved and even indicated that after copying them, I would be his son, and if I didn't finish copying, I wouldn't have to go home.

I sighed and could only show a noble smile, indicating agreement.

When we ended the call, Dad hesitated and told me that maybe I could befriend Darren Potter.

"Are you serious?"

I looked at him in surprise.

Dad nodded.

"Yes, Darren Potter has his value, he is very powerful, he can smash your amulet, so he is not useless.

Listen, Draco, even if you don't befriend him, you cannot offend him!"

The corners of my mouth were a bit dry.

So, I was beaten by that Darren Potter, and I still have to befriend him? What kind of human tragedy is this?

I was furious.

But I could only agree honestly.

After putting down the two-way mirror, I wrote furiously.

The young master of the Malfoy family is also an unlucky child who copies family rules behind people's backs.

I found that Miss Vole seemed to be targeting little Potter.

This was something I discovered the next day.

She notified everyone at night about the time to gather in the common room the next day, but Darren Potter was late.

She actually told Darren Potter to gather according to the time he got up from now on.

I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She wanted Darren Potter to be isolated.

Or rather, she wanted Darren Potter to be condemned.

Is this good for her?

I didn't quite understand, but I felt that maybe I could start from this to curry favor with Darren Potter.

At least show him goodwill.

Damn it.

Having to show goodwill to Scarhead's brother, this is really unpleasant... but forget it.

At least little Potter is Slytherin; although he doesn't look like he's on the same path as us, it doesn't sound very strange.

Isn't it just currying favor with little Potter? What's more, he is so powerful.

He was actually able to send someone flying with his fists; he is really amazing! Holding such thoughts, I followed around him.

During Transfiguration class, I saw him go to pet a cat.

This was a tabby cat.

As soon as I saw these cats and dogs, I subconsciously thought of the little white one.

Except for the little white one, my other treasures didn't survive either.

Looking at Darren Potter's appearance, he should not have received the so-called noble education; he could pet the cat's head so lovingly.

But I can't anymore.

I shouldn't show it.

If I showed it, Dad would definitely give me a noble education in front of me.

My jealousy rose.

I subconsciously said: "Let's see what our Darren Potter is doing, he is actually petting the head of an ugly cat, you are indeed stupid!"

Just like the stupid me back then.

I thought of Dad's letter this morning.

The letter lectured me.

This is for Dumbledore to see, just for show, we all understand.

Seeing Darren Potter's angry appearance, I asked mockingly: "You wouldn't ask me to apologize to it, would you?"

He is so righteous, just like I was back then.

But I ended up like this in the end, didn't I? I took out my wand and released a cobra to scare him.

He turned his back to me, using his body to block the cat.

I thought of back then, I wanted to pull the little white one away, but Dad pushed me away.

I shouted smugly: "Potter, scared, aren't you!"

My heart was already a wasteland.

Everyone should be like me, everyone should become cold-blooded; how can only I be like this?

I thought with a sneer.

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