Chapter 1730: Side Story—Malfoy Side Story!!

Taking classes at this school, besides having to endure Darren Potter's stupidity, the other thing that's irritating is that Quirrell.

He really stinks so much, I almost threw up.

Really, God, Father, hurry up and fire him!

I really can't stand him anymore. Why did Dumbledore find someone like this to teach me?

I was listless from the stench in his class. When class ended, I was the first to rush out.

Wait.

I wasn't the first; the first one seemed to be Darren Potter.

Fine, I have to admit, this little fool doesn't seem, not too stupid.

At the very least, he knows it stinks.

Friday morning.

Harry Potter suddenly popped up, saying he wanted the little fool to go to Gryffindor to eat.

He spoke in such a high-and-mighty tone, he didn't even know how to use a "please." If I were the little fool, I'd definitely make him go back and practice his grammar first.

Besides, Slytherin wouldn't allow students of their own house to skip collective activities!

Hahaha.

Scarhead is about to be rejected by his younger brother in front of everyone.

This scene is truly satisfying.

Let him reject my friendship! I thought triumphantly.

Only.

The little fool actually stood up? I was stunned.

This little fool hasn't actually gone stupid, has he?

He looks quite cute, it's just that his brain is a bit dim.

Back in the common room, we started discussing how to punish him.

I suggested everyone give him a spell to punish him a little.

Anyway, he's so powerful, I reckon these spells of ours won't be of much use.

When the time comes, I'll say I gave up on punishing him, to curry favor; that can count as an explanation to Father.

I thought this, then listened to the others talk about their punishments for Darren Potter.

I have to say, they were all quite ruthless.

Even I found them too miserable to look at.

The little fool is truly stupid to the core.

What kind of good people could there be in Slytherin? I thought triumphantly. Afternoon.

Potions class.

Snape mocked Harry Potter from start to finish.

I saw Scarhead's face turn red with anger.

So satisfying.

But what shocked me was that little Potter is very adept at Potions; he can even improve potions.

I looked at my own potion and was green with envy.

Why?

How am I, a pure-blood aristocrat, not as good as this little fool?

But a little fool is a little fool; that moron from the Longbottom family almost burned through his cauldron, and he just hugged the pot and ran.

My train of thought strangely aligned with his. If you take the pot away, no one will get hurt.

He really is... a little fool!

I snorted.

But what makes me a bit suspicious is that Snape seems to care a lot about Darren Potter. Others don't understand Snape, but I have observed him.

My impression of Snape has always been that, aside from Potions, he is cold-blooded toward everything else.

This fits Father's requirements for an aristocrat.

Of course, occasionally he also likes to be flattered.

Father told me to suck up to him.

I used to try quite hard to suck up to him, but I never saw him care about me the way he cares about Darren Potter.

I saw Darren Potter run off with the pot, and he was almost bursting with rage.

Although I know he was angry because of Darren Potter's action, this kind of anger wasn't ordinary anger, but the kind of anger that comes from caring.

Or did I see it wrong?

How could Snape hate Harry Potter and yet care about Darren Potter? How strange!

Of course, these things still need more observation.

What I need to do is wait for Darren Potter to be punished in the afternoon.

Afternoon.

We all stayed in the common room.

Becky Greengrass said we weren't allowed to pay any attention to that Darren Potter, to teach him a lesson, to look at him coldly and make him afraid.

So we all stayed in the common room, listening to what she said, waiting for that Darren Potter to return.

Darren Potter didn't return until a long time after school.

I was getting a bit impatient.

Everyone looked at Darren Potter in silence; I knew they wanted to give Darren Potter a show of force.

But looking at the little fool's silly appearance, I thought of what Father said about befriending him.

Since I'm to befriend him, I could actually start from this moment.

So I was the first to open my mouth and say: "Harry Potter just gave you these things?"

Actually, I really look down on them. What kind of junk is all this?

Just looking at it makes me think it's pig slop.

Has he never eaten snacks before?

He ran out regardless of punishment just for these things? I think he's too stupid.

My speaking first clearly made some people dissatisfied.

The upperclassmen glared at me several times, but I didn't care at all.

They are nothing but trash.

Who dares to touch me?

I sneered.

I wasn't afraid of their eyes at all. Darren Potter must have been scared.

But he didn't regret it.

Miss Becky Greengrass had people guard the door; she gave Darren Potter a chance to put his things away.

Then, when Darren Potter came out, she said she was going to punish Darren Potter with the Cruciatus Curse.

I froze.

I looked at her in disbelief.

I remember, wasn't her relationship with Darren Potter quite good?

I thought this was a play she was putting on for others to see; how did she go straight to using the Cruciatus Curse?

Just as I didn't care about those people's thoughts, Becky Greengrass didn't care about our thoughts either; she used the Cruciatus Curse directly on Darren Potter. ===== CHAPTER 1732 =====