Chapter 822

I continued to muddle through my days in Hufflepuff with a foolish expression.

Then one day, Hannah told me that Harry Potter and Darren Potter had a falling out!

This model brother pair of Hogwarts had actually fallen out and broken up; this was really a surprising thing.

What was the key reason?

Because everyone was very keen to find out the reason, the reason was soon found out: because Harry Potter and the others had loose mouths and spoke ill of Slytherin.

Ah, this…

Actually, it wasn’t incomprehensible; after all, Slytherin did always produce bad people, and many Death Eaters came out of Slytherin.

It wasn’t abnormal for other houses to speak ill of Slytherin.

But did Harry Potter forget that his brother was also in Slytherin?

Always scolding Slytherin, Darren would definitely be angry.

Even if he calculated to go to Slytherin himself, he wouldn’t want anyone to always scold his house.

Not to mention, Slytherin actually had that weirdo Snape.

And there was Cassandra, and Becky, and Pansy, and… hehe.

The rest were all backup wives for the little scumbag, right! I was powerless to complain.

I shook my head and continued to read my storybook.

It was just that before opening the book page, I couldn’t help but sigh: would the little protagonist of the fan fiction who transmigrated into the book be a harem protagonist if not BL?

I originally thought that the breakup of Harry and Darren would only last a few days. Didn’t I know Darren?

He had a saint system and would definitely take the initiative to apologize to Harry to show he was a good person.

As for Harry, he was now wandering around Slytherin all day, looking like he was going to apologize as soon as he caught Darren.

How could they break up for a long time? I wasn’t worried at all.

It was just…

Why was Darren suddenly following Malfoy? Really?

Was he planning to change the protagonist?

Or was this world also a fan fiction world, and the protagonist of this world was Malfoy?

My head was about to explode.

What exactly did he want to do? Should I also go and curry favor with Malfoy? Could I give a wink to my little friend?

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Draco had known since he was a child that he was different.

Yes, he was the little prince in this house; he was different from those other creatures.

He could play wantonly and make any of his demands.

Everything he wanted would be placed in his room the next day.

Draco liked this kind of life very much.

Of course, what he liked more were small animals.

In the Malfoy manor, many white peacocks were raised; they were very beautiful and cute, but Draco wanted more.

He wanted little rabbits, puppies, kittens… he had all these small animals.

Every day he could hold his little white rabbit and his little flower cat and walk around the manor like a mountain king.

He thought he could live happily like this forever.

But on the day of his fifth birthday, everything changed.

Dad asked him to bring his favorite small animal to the study.

He went with his little white rabbit.

Little Draco, the soft and cute little white rabbit; every time Draco walked out, he could hear the praise of others.

He was proud of this, and proud of this.

He even liked Mom holding him in her arms, calling him "little baby" and "little darling" one after another.

All of this made him happy.

Every time Dad heard such praise, he would laugh, neither agreeing nor opposing.

Sometimes he felt Dad was weird, but he loved Dad.

Dad asked him to bring the little rabbit, so he went obediently.

It was just that he didn’t expect this result.

Dad asked him to put the little white one on the table and said to him with a smile: “Draco, you are already five years old; you should know that a family like ours cannot just eat, drink, and play; you should also understand some things.”

Little Draco didn’t quite understand.

But Dad forced him to understand.

He looked at the little white rabbit on the table with a half-smile, picked it up, looked at Draco, and said: “Our first lesson today is the three Unforgivable Curses of the wizarding world; as my son, you don’t have to really understand, but you must know some.

What’s more, what I want you to learn in this lesson is cold-bloodedness; yes, Draco, the heir of Malfoy, how could he be a child delayed by these furry little animals?”

Little Draco looked at Dad blankly.

He still didn’t quite understand.

Why couldn’t he like the little white one? How cute they were!

“Yes, very cute!”

Lucius looked at him, then put the little white one on the table; he took out his wand.

Draco subconsciously felt something was wrong; he hugged Dad’s hand.

“No, don’t!”

He didn’t know what not to do, but he understood very well that Dad’s wand was not a good thing; it would make the house-elves in the manor feel especially afraid.

But Lucius pushed him away.

Then Lucius pointed his wand at the little white rabbit and shouted: “Crucio!”

The little white one screamed.

Screaming miserably.

Draco cried until his voice was hoarse.

He wanted Dad to let go of the little white one, but he didn’t.

He almost cried until he fainted, and Dad didn’t let go of his wand.

The little white one finally died.

It was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for several hours.

It died.

It bit itself everywhere with blood.

Blood and tears were mixed together; Draco understood a truth: those tortured by the Cruciatus Curse would never come back.

And he could no longer have the little white one.

After he went back, he had a fever for several days.

When he was confused, he heard the argument between Mom and Dad.

Mom was angry that Dad was too radical.

Dad told Mom that the tradition of the Malfoy family was like this.

The glory of the Malfoy family made them have to be cold-blooded from a young age.

They could love, but they absolutely could not love deeply.

Draco didn’t quite understand at this time, but lesson after lesson finally made him understand that without strength, one shouldn’t be good to anything.

Because he couldn’t protect it.

Those he couldn’t protect would leave; it was better not to love from the beginning.

At seven years old, he was playing in the garden with Goyle; he talked about the glory of pure blood with them.

He knew Mom was not far from him, and also knew she only wanted him to be simpler.

But…

He was tired of hearing Mom call him Draco baby.

This title was really weak.