Chapter 1737

Although I also know the Boy Who Lived won't be expelled, I still have to think, what if it actually happens?

As a result, Scarhead mocked me, saying that no matter how arrogant I am, I'm still a guy who gets handled by Darren. Speaking of this, I'm still angry!

If Father hadn't known at the time, how could he have let Darren... drift outside?

If Darren had been brought home, he would be my younger brother; he would definitely be staying obediently behind me now, and he would be siding with me, instead of siding with this Scarhead!

I was furious and told them loudly that we were going to have a wizard's duel.

Actually, I was just saying it.

Although I'm quite powerful, or so I think.

But I wouldn't duel Harry Potter.

A Death Eater's son dueling Harry Potter is a big deal; I couldn't possibly do that, I was just talking.

I didn't expect that Weasley to agree directly.

A brainless fool!

I really wanted to curse.

What does this have to do with you?

But since it was already agreed upon, I had to grit my teeth and go through with it. Of course, I immediately thought of a good idea.

I planned to have Filch catch them at night.

So satisfying!

Thinking that the two of them would have to get out tomorrow, I almost laughed out loud.

Of course, Harry Potter definitely wouldn't be expelled, but that Weasley.

I wanted to walk away triumphantly, but I was discovered by Darren again.

I hurriedly wanted to slip away.

I couldn't let him beat me up, could I? A wise man knows when to retreat.

Of course, when I left, I incidentally wanted him to go back with me.

As a result, he actually wouldn't go back.

He really isn't afraid of pain! I was a bit indignant.

Then I turned my head and saw Miss Vole coming.

I narrowed my eyes.

I left their side.

Interesting.

Miss Vole likes Darren?

She was too obvious, really too obvious.

With her there, maybe she could bring that little fool back? I walked back to Slytherin.

Then I looked back to see the progress, but who knew I would see Darren pulling on Snape's sleeve while running.

I thought Snape would be angry, but I always felt Snape didn't seem that angry.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

So I asked with a smile after Darren sat back: "You actually dared to pull Snape's sleeve; he lectured you just now, didn't he?"

He nodded. He looked pitiful.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Snape is quite insidious, but if he lectured him to his face, then there's nothing to worry about. Night.

Father received the Harry Potter blood I sent.

He didn't really want to experiment with Harry Potter's blood in front of me.

But I threatened him that if he didn't let me watch, I would tell Mother.

Honestly, I think Father is quite hypocritical.

He is quite good to Mother; actually, if he had an illegitimate child outside, Mother wouldn't be angry.

Mother is a noblewoman of the Black family; she knows what she should do, she wouldn't make a scene, she would at most withdraw her affection for Father.

But Father isn't willing.

He wants Mother's affection, yet he is stingy and unwilling to invest his own affection in Mother.

I think he should let Mother know his true colors.

Unfortunately, he made me swear.

Otherwise, he wouldn't let me know if Harry Potter is of his bloodline.

I hesitated for a second but still swore.

Then I was able to watch Father use the blood spell on Harry Potter's blood.

The result was very comfortable.

Harry Potter is not my younger brother. I let out a huge sigh of relief.

Father was the same.

He indicated that he still wanted to come to the school to make an Unbreakable Vow with me, fearing that I would let it slip.

I don't care too much.

Anyway, I agreed readily.

I am currently triumphant, having told Filch that they were going to the trophy room to duel me at night!

I'm looking forward to that Weasley getting out! Unfortunately, my wish didn't come true.

The next day they were still sitting there eating, sigh! Why didn't the professors expel them?

I complained.

Then I saw a broomstick appear in the line of things sent by owls.

It looked like a Nimbus 2000.

Who is it?

Who can be as cool as me, Malfoy? As a result, what did I see?

That's Scarhead's?

Who bought it for Scarhead?

Scarhead doesn't look like a rich person, who bought him a broomstick? I almost subconsciously followed.

It really is a Nimbus 2000.

But why?

I saw the professors coming, and I even complained to the professors.

As a result, the professor said he knew.

Knew... it made me so angry!

A first-year student can bring a broomstick to school, why don't I, the son of a school governor, know?

Does Harry Potter have such great privileges? I thought indignantly.

Then when I turned back, I saw Darren's envious gaze.

I felt a bit ashamed in my heart.

I have a broomstick, and Harry Potter has one too.

Is he the only one who doesn't?

So I told Father that night.

Father said he would buy him one in my name.

I thought he would get the broomstick and then touchingly call me "older brother."

As a result, early the next morning, a pile of broomsticks arrived.

I saw Darren's face stiffen with a smile.

Watching my broomstick being returned.

I sighed; I didn't expect that even this wouldn't please him.

Because of the broomstick incident, I never found another place to please him, so I didn't cause any trouble.

Actually, even if I caused trouble, he wouldn't pay much attention to me.

He always watched Harry Potter and me argue with a smile; I always felt that our fighting was just two chickens pecking at each other in his eyes.

This made me lose even the interest in arguing with Harry Potter. ===== CHAPTER 1739 =====