Chapter 827

"By the way, go get another drop of Harry Potter's blood; the two of them are twins." My heart, which was still aching for Darren, suddenly tightened.

I don't want to!

I don't want Scarhead to be my brother! I'm too disgusted!

He rejected my friendship and is also fighting with me for a brother; if he were my brother, I would want to vomit!

Seriously, I wouldn't be able to stand it.

I was almost in despair.

But in order to know the truth, I couldn't help but agree.

Just, Father, why did you have a relationship with Lily Potter? A Death Eater and the mother of the Boy Who Lived...

Besides that, I also found out why Darren Potter hides from people.

His healing speed is very fast, even faster than ordinary accelerated healing; no wonder he didn't want to go to the infirmary.

It seems Darren Potter isn't too stupid either.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Although I have already accepted him as my brother, I still hope he isn't too stupid...

There was a flying lesson in the afternoon.

I saw Darren Potter in front of that crude broomstick, and I was truly quite disdainful.

No matter what, he is also a member of our Malfoy family; if he called me brother, even if Father didn't buy him one, I would have bought him one in Father's name. As a result, he thought I had an opinion about Scarhead and even got angry with me.

It infuriated me.

I knew before that their brotherly relationship was good; although I was jealous, I couldn't say anything.

But now that I know, Darren is my brother, mine! And yet he still speaks up for Harry Potter; why?

I glared fiercely at Harry Potter.

Sure enough, it's all Scarhead's fault!

I stood pouting in front of the broomstick.

I called out: Up!

The broomstick rolled on the ground once and stood up.

I am indeed gifted!

I took the broomstick and wanted to show off to Darren; if he couldn't do it, I would teach him.

If he were a bit more obedient, I'd even let him play with my broomstick! As a result, when I turned my head back.

Darren and Scarhead had both picked up their broomsticks.

They looked even faster than me.

I was stunned.

Why?

Am I not a genius?

They both came from the Muggle world, and they can still be this powerful? No, no, it must be because they sweep the floor often.

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 handle their broomsticks well, it must be that the two of them are exceptionally good at sweeping.

It must be that! I thought indignantly.

I shook the broomstick in my hand.

I felt that today's broomstick was the problem.

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

I saw Scarhead's smile and felt my face turning red with anger.

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

I said almost listlessly.

Why did I have to lose face like this today? 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!

But what infuriated me was that before the whistle had even finished blowing, that idiot from the Longbottom family had already flown up.

I saw Madam Hooch call out.

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 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 idiot?

Why?

Wouldn't it be better to let him fall and break his hands and feet to teach 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.

Someone like me and someone like him are too far apart.

He really is very kind!

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

He rode his broomstick very well.

Really very well.

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

I am proud of him, yet ashamed of myself.

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

After all, someone like him isn't suited to be 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 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 selfish intention to make him lose face, so I sneered.

I flew up, then tossed the crystal ball up; I told Scarhead that if he caught it, it was his, and if he didn't, it could just shatter.

As a result, what infuriated me was that Scarhead is also a good hand at riding a broomstick.

I saw him catch the crystal ball from high up.

They are both so gifted. They are the ones who are 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, having 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.

We two 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 was intentional 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.

After all, we are biological brothers; 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 triumphant, I turned around and saw Vole.

Vole was looking at me inquiringly.

Did she see something?

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

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

Then I glared at her again.

Why does this woman always hover around Darren? I always thought this woman would make a move on Darren and look down on him.

But for so long, I don't think I've seen her doing anything.

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

So annoying.

Besides Darren, why is there such an annoying person as Vole in Slytherin?

I'm so unhappy!

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