Chapter 823

He was no longer the baby Mom kept in her heart, right? Mom was indeed as cold to him as he wished.

She never called him Draco baby again, just Draco.

But why was his heart so unpromising?

He cried for a whole night in his bedroom for his stupid past.

At ten, he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Dad actually wanted him to go to Durmstrang; after all, Dad and Dumbledore didn’t get along.

But Mom made the greatest effort; she wouldn’t let me go.

Actually, I didn’t really want to go either.

I heard they used Dark Magic there! But Dark Magic…

Every time I would think of the Cruciatus Curse.

Think of the little white one who died between tears and blood.

Dad didn’t force me too much.

He just told me if I insisted on going to Hogwarts, then try to befriend Harry Potter.

Harry Potter! That guy in the books who defeated the Dark Lord?

I didn’t really want to befriend him.

As the eldest young master of the Malfoy family, why should I go and befriend a boy whose mother was supposedly a Mudblood?

Dad told me: You don’t have to curry favor, just be able to say a few words.

I compromised.

After all, I was the heir of the Malfoy family.

The heir!

Before school started, I got permission to go to Diagon Alley to buy things.

At Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions, I stood on a stool and was measured by that ruler.

I complained that Madam Malkin was clumsy.

Actually, I still remembered a few years ago, Madam Malkin also praised me for being cute.

Saying I definitely wouldn’t be like my dad!

Now they should be saying behind my back, not surprisingly the son of a little Death Eater, right? I thought messily.

Then I saw a black-haired, green-eyed boy come in.

“Hey, are you also going to Hogwarts?”

I looked at him with disgust.

The clothes on his body were tattered, a bit like a beggar.

He must be a Mudblood from the Muggle world.

I wouldn’t usually greet such people.

But I was in a bad mood today, so I despised him.

“My dad is buying books for me next door, my mom… and then I’m going to drag them to look at flying brooms…”

I continued talking, looking at this boy. His face was full of confusion.

I sneered in my heart.

He probably didn’t even know what a flying broom was, right?

Sure enough, after my questioning, he really didn’t know.

After seeing his slightly uncomfortable expression, I finally mercifully changed the subject.

“Look at that person outside!”

I knew he was the gamekeeper of Hogwarts; my dad told me he might be a half-giant.

I wanted to share this with him.

But he got a bit angry.

The words after that were cold.

Tch.

If you don’t want to talk, then don’t; as if I like talking to you!

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“Harry Potter has a younger brother, remember to stay away from him!”

At the end of August, Dad told me in the study.

I looked at him suspiciously.

“Why befriend Harry Potter, but stay away from his younger brother?”

“Of course, it’s because his origin is unknown; who knows how such a person appeared? Even Severus isn’t sure whether to believe him, you’d better stay away from him!”

Dad’s expression was a bit disdainful.

I knew he looked down on Harry Potter’s younger brother, but why look down on him?

“Someone who can’t even inherit the fallen Potter family probably doesn’t have any ability; we don’t need to befriend him!”

Dad told me calmly.

I looked at him and nodded.

That’s true.

On the train, I took Crabbe and Goyle to find Harry Potter.

“I heard Harry Potter is in this carriage, I’m going to see what he looks like!”

I opened the carriage door.

To my surprise, the Harry Potter inside was someone I had seen; it was the boy I deliberately bullied that day.

Thinking of that day’s situation, I felt a bit guilty.

After all, I had humiliated him; how could he be friends with me? But at least I had to try; if I didn’t succeed, what could Dad do to me? So I reached out my hand.

This was the friendship of the Malfoys; I hoped Harry Potter would take it seriously.

As a result, before Harry Potter could react, a red-haired guy sitting inside let out a sneer.

I looked over.

I saw his red hair at a glance.

Dad told me red hair was the sign of the Weasleys.

The Weasley family had so many children they couldn’t afford to raise them; they were all poor ghosts.

He actually wanted to befriend Harry Potter?

So I despised the Weasleys.

I wanted Potter to understand who he was more suitable to be friends with.

Potter naturally slapped my hand away.

I turned and left angrily.

When I left, I cursed Harry Potter for having no vision in my heart.

How could a Malfoy not compare to a Weasley?

I was extremely indignant.

I didn’t stop even in my own carriage, dragging Goyle and Crabbe to despise Harry Potter and despise the Weasleys.

Pansy was also there.

She was a girl who looked quite pretty, but her brain was a bit…

And a bit of a fan girl.

She always liked me and liked to sway around me.

I didn’t hate her, but I didn’t like her either; I treated her like someone like Crabbe and Goyle.

Pansy didn’t notice at all; I was really a smart child. When we were halfway on the train, I heard that Miss Becky Greengrass and a kid had an accident.

Speaking of Becky Greengrass, I thought of the kid who said everyone was equal in Diagon Alley before.

Who did he think he was? Everyone is equal?

Laughing to death.

I didn’t even tell Dad about this; after all, Dad would only say I was talking to a Mudblood.

Who could have thought I was just trying to trip up that Miss Becky Greengrass?

Who told her to reject me at a dance with so many people?

I, the young master of the Malfoy family, could not like her, but she could not reject me; this was my code of conduct.

Even if I heard her reputation was great, but who told me I was the young master of the Malfoy family, what could she do to me?

I thought with a sneer.

Then I came to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts was so-so; it wasn’t as fun as my manor. The Sorting Hat didn’t even put it on my head before calling out Slytherin.

I was smug.

By the way, I looked at Harry Potter with disdain.

This guy must be Hufflepuff, looking at his stupid appearance.

Pity.

Harry Potter entered Gryffindor.

I looked at Gryffindor’s smug appearance and said disdainfully.

“Even if they have Potter, so what? Slytherin has me, Malfoy; this year’s House Cup can definitely still be won.”

Crabbe and Goyle nodded constantly.

Oh my, couldn’t they be smarter?

Forget it, forget it; who told their dads to follow behind my dad? This was tradition; I couldn’t let them leave.

Besides, they were tall and big; walking out was also quite bluffing.

I thought disdainfully.

Then I heard that woman McGonagall call Darren Potter.

I remembered.

It was that younger brother of Harry Potter.

Many people knew this news, and everyone watched over.

I didn’t look at all.

How could Harry Potter’s younger brother come to Slytherin? That old thing Dumbledore shouldn’t be willing either.

Who knows.

“Slytherin!”

The Sorting Hat shouted loudly.

I was stunned…

I thought I heard wrong.

As a result, I saw a red-haired guy walking toward me.

Huh?

This was the guy who told me everyone was equal in Diagon Alley?

Darren Potter?

My smile gradually emerged.

I had a lot of resentment toward Harry Potter; now it was just right to vent it on him.

Looking at his pitiful appearance, he should be easy to bully, right?

Thinking of his sharp tongue and obedient appearance in Diagon Alley, I decided I must bully him well!

Seeing him walking toward Slytherin in low spirits.

I hurriedly let Goyle next to me move away; this guy sitting next to me, I could clean him up!

He really sat here.

I poked him.

Huh?

No reaction?

He was still sad there.

I poked him again with disgust, wanting to say a few words to prick his heart.

I had already thought it out; I would say he was unwanted.

This would definitely make him cry with anger, right? Who told him to be so annoying before?

By the way, he also had an annoying brother.

Harry Potter, no, should be called Scarhead!

Looking at Scarhead’s appearance of showing off his scar, I really couldn’t raise any good feelings for him.

I poked little Potter again.

Little Potter looked at me with red eyes, then he turned his head and looked at me.

Oh my!

This kid, did he not know the beating of the Malfoy family? I was furious.

Seeing him eating, I deliberately threw a chicken claw at him to humiliate him, and as a result, he ate it.

Ugh!

I almost vomited.

I looked at him with an expression of disbelief.

Was this guy crazy?

How could he even eat this? Was he a starving ghost reincarnated?

However, why did I find him absent-minded? He wouldn’t be sad because of Scarhead, right?

Was Scarhead that good?

I was confused.

But I couldn’t think of any way to toss him; forget it, let me eat my fill first, and then clean him up after I’m full.

Tonight, Slytherin had a prefect selection, I thought this guy definitely didn’t know.

And he was a guy from the Muggle world, I guessed he didn’t understand much either; I could definitely give him a beating!

Hahaha!

Thinking of beating up Scarhead’s brother, I even found eating fragrant!

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