Chapter 828

Because I was unhappy with Vole, I left the team and went back. Vole probably didn't notice me; anyway, she wouldn't punish me.

As I walked, I saw Harry Potter.

Harry Potter had just been called away by that old woman McGonagall; I mocked him, saying he would definitely be expelled.

My father is a school governor! He isn't!

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 someone who gets handled by Darren. Speaking of this, I'm still angry!

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

If Darren had been brought home, he would be my brother; he would definitely be staying obediently behind me now, and he would be siding with me, not with this Scarhead!

I was furious and loudly told them 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 idiot!

I really want to curse.

What does it have to do with you?

But since it's already agreed upon, I'll just have to grit my teeth and go through with it. Of course, I immediately thought of a good idea.

I plan to have Filch catch them at night.

So satisfying!

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

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

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

I hurriedly wanted to slip away.

I can't let him beat me up, can I? Those who know the times are wise.

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 angry.

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 can bring that little fool back? I walked back to Slytherin.

Then I looked back to see the progress; who knew I would see Darren pulling 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 after Darren sat back, I asked with a smile: "You actually dared to pull Snape's sleeve; he lectured you just now, right?"

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 no need to worry. At night.

Father received the blood of Harry Potter that 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; at most, she would withdraw her affection for Father.

But Father doesn't want that.

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

I think he should let Mother know his true face.

Unfortunately, he made me swear.

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

I hesitated for a second and still swore.

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

The result was comforting.

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

Father was the same.

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

I didn'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 look 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 owls delivering things.

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 either; who bought him the broomstick? I almost subconsciously followed him.

Sure enough, it's a Nimbus 2000.

But why?

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

As a result, the professor said he knew.

Knew... it infuriated me!

First-year students can bring broomsticks to school; how come I, the son of a school governor, didn't know?

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

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

I felt a bit ashamed in my heart.

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

Why is he the only one without one?

So I told Father at night.

Father said he would buy him one in my name.

I thought he would get the broomstick and then touchingly call me 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 didn't pay much attention to me.

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

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