Chapter 824

After eating, we could finally return to the common room.

I rubbed my hands, preparing to beat up Scarhead’s brother.

This guy, did he think Malfoy was easy to provoke? I was smug.

I saw that little Potter being led by Becky.

He was walking crookedly, looking extremely sleepy.

I gathered behind him, preparing to give him a scare.

I didn’t expect what I heard?

He said he had great strength and was afraid of hurting us? Pfft hahaha!

I was almost laughed to death by him!

Such a lie could also be spoken.

If he could hurt a Malfoy, Malfoy would call him Dad! I sneered.

I even deliberately ran in front of him to mock him, taking the initiative to say let him hit me.

Thinking about it later, I was like a mentally disabled person.

Simply stupid to death.

But I didn’t think so much at the time.

So, with that punch from little Potter, I flew up.

“—” When I landed on the ground, I realized my amulet was broken.

I blurted out that Potter killed someone. But after shouting, I found it even more embarrassing.

Oh my!

Why was I always being stupid today? But.

“Potter, you’re done for; you might have to carry your things home dejectedly today!”

After all, having hit the heir of the Malfoy family, Dad would definitely not let him stay in Slytherin.

Thinking about this, I was still a bit smug.

But…

Snape actually gave me detention! I looked at Snape blankly.

That’s not right!

Wasn’t he my dad’s good friend?

My dad used to tell me that Snape would definitely take care of me, so, was his care like this?

“Sir, Potter almost killed me!”

I blurted out.

As a result, what did Snape say?

He told me to have two weeks of detention and to write a letter to my dad because of my recklessness?

My expression stalled for a moment.

Write a letter to Dad…

Done, done.

I could imagine how my dad would teach me a lesson for the way I looked for a beating earlier!

I couldn’t speak at all.

I dragged my feet into the line, and didn’t have the energy to glare at Darren Potter anymore.

At night, when I returned to the dormitory, I had a two-way mirror call with Dad; I didn’t expect Snape to write to Dad so early; he scolded me until I was bloody.

I muttered: “It wasn’t you who told me that Darren Potter didn’t count for anything, so I would offend him like that!”

If Dad were reasonable, he should know that this matter shouldn’t be all my fault, right?

“I told you not to bother with him, not to target him!”

Dad glared at me.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Okay, I know.”

I sighed; I knew the punishment was next.

“You know, copy the Malfoy family rules a hundred times!”

Dad smiled.

I felt my arm was about to hurt.

The Malfoy family rules were not the Slytherin house rules, which only had a few lines.

The Malfoy family rules had thousands of lines.

And I had to copy them a hundred times.

“Am I still your son?”

I complained to him.

But he was unmoved and said that if I finished copying, I would be his son, and if I didn’t finish, I wouldn’t have to go home.

I sighed and could only reveal a noble-like smile, indicating agreement.

When we ended the call, Dad hesitated and told me that perhaps I could befriend Darren Potter.

“Are you serious?”

I looked at him in surprise.

Dad nodded.

“Yes, Darren Potter has his value; he is very powerful; he can smash your amulet, so he is not useless.

Listen, Draco, even if you don’t befriend him, you cannot offend him!”

The corners of my mouth were a bit dry.

So, I was beaten by that Darren Potter, and I still have to befriend him? What kind of human tragedy was this?

I was furious.

But I could only agree honestly.

Putting down the two-way mirror, I wrote furiously.

The young master of the Malfoy family was also a miserable child copying family rules behind people’s backs.

I found that Miss Vole seemed to be targeting little Potter.

This was something I discovered the next day.

She notified everyone at night about the time to gather in the common room the next day, but Darren Potter was late.

She actually told Darren Potter to gather according to the time he got up from now on.

I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She wanted Darren Potter to be isolated.

Or rather, she wanted Darren Potter to be condemned.

Was this good for her?

I didn’t quite understand, but I felt that perhaps I could start from this to curry favor with Darren Potter.

At least show him goodwill.

Damn it.

Having to show goodwill to Scarhead’s brother, this was really unpleasant… but forget it.

At least little Potter was in Slytherin; although he didn’t look like he was on the same path as us, it didn’t sound very strange.

Isn’t it just currying favor with little Potter? Not to mention he was so powerful.

He could actually send someone flying with his fists; he was really amazing! Holding such thoughts, I followed around him.

During Transfiguration class, I saw him go to touch a cat.

This was a tabby cat.

As soon as I saw these cats and dogs, I subconsciously thought of the little white one.

Except for the little white one, my other treasures didn’t survive either.

Looking at Darren Potter, he should not have received the so-called noble education; he could touch the cat’s head so lovingly.

But I couldn’t.

I shouldn’t show it.

If I showed it, Dad would definitely give me a noble education in front of me.

My jealousy rose.

I subconsciously said: “Let’s see what our Darren Potter is doing; he is actually touching the head of an ugly cat; you are really stupid!”

Like the stupid me back then.

I thought of Dad’s letter this morning.

The letter lectured me.

This was to show Dumbledore, just for show; we all understood.

Seeing Darren Potter’s angry look, I asked mockingly: “You wouldn’t want me to apologize to it, right?”

He was so righteous, just like me back then.

But I ended up like this, didn’t I? I took out my wand and released a cobra to scare him.

He turned his back to me, using his body to block the cat.

I thought of back then, I wanted to pull the little white one away, but Dad pushed me away.

I shouted smugly: “Potter, are you scared!”

My heart was already a wasteland.

Everyone should be like me, everyone should be cold-blooded; how could I be the only one like this?

I thought with a sneer.

It’s just…