Chapter 1735

I heard that in the Muggle world, they all use broomsticks to sweep the floor.

As for why the others from the Muggle world couldn't pick up their broomsticks well, that must be because the two of them are exceptionally good at sweeping the floor.

It must be like that! I thought indignantly.

I shook the broomstick in my hand.

I think there's something wrong with the broomsticks today.

As a result, that old woman Madam Hooch actually ran over to correct my broomstick.

I saw Scarhead's smile and felt so angry my face almost turned red.

"Enough, enough, I've got it!"

I said almost listlessly.

Why is today making me lose face so much? I lamented endlessly.

Fortunately, at this time, Madam Hooch had already let us start riding the broomsticks.

I must let everyone know that I, Malfoy, am a genius on a broomstick!

Hmph!

It's just that what made me angry was that before the whistle had even finished blowing, that moron from the Longbottom family had already flown up.

I saw Madam Hooch scream.

I knew it, I probably wouldn't be able to play with the broomstick.

What is going on today?

It's so infuriating!

I cursed in my heart, then picked up the crystal ball that Longbottom had dropped on the ground again.

I wanted to give the crystal ball to Darren; I also wanted my younger brother to know that I'm not that bad.

But when I was about to give it to him, what did I discover? He was actually saving that moron?

Why?

Wouldn't it be better to let him fall and break his hands and feet to give him a lesson?

But watching Darren try his best to save someone, I actually felt a bit ashamed.

His character always makes me feel like I can't quite measure up.

A person like me, and a person like him, are too far apart.

He is really kind!

I saw that he had no magic power left, so he got on his broomstick to save someone.

He rode the broomstick very well.

Really well.

If it was his first time riding a broomstick, then he is a genius.

I am proud of him, and also feel ashamed of myself.

Actually, it's quite good that Father didn't acknowledge him back.

After all, a person like him isn't suitable to get involved with Death Eaters.

I thought calmly.

I watched his back.

Until.

Scarhead shouted angrily in my ear: "Malfoy, you actually stole Neville's crystal ball, give it to me!"

"Why should I?"

I looked indignantly at this person who had snatched my younger brother.

Why should I give the crystal ball to him?

This was prepared for Darren!

But I thought of the task Father gave me, and my own selfish intention to make him lose face, so I sneered.

I flew up and tossed the crystal ball, telling Scarhead that if he caught it, it was his, and if he didn't, it would just shatter.

The result that made me angry was that Scarhead is also a good hand at riding a broomstick.

I saw him catch the crystal ball from a high place.

The two of them are both so gifted. The two of them are the brothers.

And I am the son of a Death Eater.

I stood on the ground and watched Darren Potter rush to Harry Potter's side.

I thought, time for a hug, right?

The two of them survived a disaster...

Who knew, Darren came up and scolded Harry Potter.

He even scolded him for being reckless.

I got angry for a moment.

He even knows the word "reckless"?

"You have the nerve to talk about Scarhead! What about you?"

I was lecturing Darren.

But Harry Potter immediately pointed his wand at me in anger.

The two of us started fighting.

I got a scrape, and he got a scrape too.

I got his blood, but watching Darren watching the fun from the side, infinite grievances rose in my heart.

I'm fighting here because of him, and he's watching the fun over there.

So I missed my chance.

But I wasn't attacked.

He just waved his wand and interrupted our fight.

I was overjoyed.

Whether he intended it or not, he doesn't seem to be entirely disgusted with me.

Although I know that if he could save me, he doesn't dislike me that much.

We are biological brothers after all; even if he didn't grow up by my side, and doesn't know our relationship, he is still good to me.

I let out a breath of frustration, and my heart became triumphant again.

I held Harry Potter's blood and returned to the Slytherin team.

When I was feeling smug, I turned around and saw Vole.

Vole was looking at me inquisitively.

Did she see something?

I felt a bit uneasy, but I discovered she didn't say anything; she must not have discovered it, right?

Who would know that the younger brother of the Boy Who Lived is of Death Eater blood? I thought secretly.

Then I glared at her again.

Why is this woman always hanging around Darren? I always thought this woman would attack Darren and look down on Darren.

But for so long, I don't seem to have discovered her doing anything.

However, she is still as annoying to us as ever.

So annoying.

Besides Darren, why is there such an annoying guy like Vole in Slytherin?

I'm so unhappy!