Chapter 829

On Halloween.

I heard he had an argument with Scarhead and Weasley.

It was said to be because of that Mudblood girl.

Seeing him looking unhappy, I had a mind to comfort him a few words.

But then I thought of my temper, and I was afraid that when I comforted him, the word "Mudblood" would slip out, and instead of comforting him, I would make an enemy.

He was already always angry that I looked down on others.

But how could a young master of the Malfoys look down on others?

Just take those young aristocrats; if they want to integrate into the aristocratic circle, don't they all have to curse a few Mudbloods? This is aristocratic mockery.

If the heir of the Malfoys didn't look down on a Mudblood girl, others would think that the Malfoys wanted to defect to Dumbledore.

Father would definitely be furious because of such rumors.

So I can't not say it.

The aristocratic face of the Malfoys needs my efforts.

Although I don't strive for it very well.

However, Father doesn't care whether I do well or not.

He told me that being a bit stupid is good.

It is said that the mysterious person is still likely to return.

If I am smart, the mysterious person will make me a Death Eater too.

I had better not be too smart from the beginning...

I don't understand why Father is afraid of a mysterious person.

I only feel that if I grow up and that mysterious person appears, I will definitely be more powerful than Harry Potter.

By then, Darren will understand who his real brother is! Of course, I'd better be a bit stupid for now.

Although I don't think I'm pretending to be stupid. I just have a child's temperament.

Not to mention these.

I saw Darren eating very fast.

He must be wanting to find that Mudblood.

I don't like that Granger very much.

Always so arrogant.

As if telling me that aristocrats are nothing special.

But how could the noble Malfoys be like those ordinary aristocrats? She probably hasn't even heard of the amulet on my body, right?

I sneered.

Noncommittal.

Just as I was chewing slowly, I saw Quirrell rush in. He said a troll was in the basement, and then he fainted.

What is this!

People are eating! He really smells too bad!

I felt a bit like vomiting, gagged a few times, and when I looked up, Darren was gone.

Then Flitwick organized us all to go back quickly.

Snape was nowhere to be seen.

I was restless.

But when we were shooed away, I hid in the crowd.

I believe in Darren's strength; it's best to protect myself for now.

Father hates it most when I get hurt.

Afterward, I learned that Darren killed the troll and then went to the infirmary after exhausting his magic; Scarhead and the others were fine.

I let out a sigh of relief.

I turned back, wanting to return to the dormitory, but what did I see? I saw Miss Vole crying.

My heart felt a bit stagnant.

I have never seen this kind of emotion.

Father taught me to preserve myself, and Mother said I am the most important.

I have never seen them shed tears for each other.

Even when I was little, during the time Mother had an accident, Father never cried; he searched very calmly and let me learn his calmness.

But now Miss Vole and Darren are unrelated, and she just cried because she liked him.

Besides her, several girls in the common room also cried.

I turned back to look at Pansy.

I thought she wouldn't cry.

After all, she is so stupid, and she likes me.

She indeed didn't cry; she was dazed there, and then went to Miss Vole; she was comforting Miss Vole...

Why?

Doesn't she like me? I was a bit confused.

But I still walked toward her.

Among these aristocrats, Pansy is the marriage candidate Father chose for me.

I wanted to go comfort her.

Who knew she would roll her eyes at me.

"Alright, Young Master Malfoy, I don't want to pretend to be stupid today..."

I didn't listen to the rest of what she said.

I just smiled helplessly.

I treat her as a fool, and she must treat me as a fool too, right? I sighed, smiled, and left.

At night, I told Father about this.

Father laughed.

He said how could he choose a fool for me to marry? So they all knew!

As for Darren's matter, Father was a bit angry.

He was angry that Dumbledore sent the troll to Hogwarts.

"Without Dumbledore's permission, the troll definitely couldn't have gotten in; what exactly does he want to do... You be careful, I will find Severus and ask; you did the right thing today, preserving yourself..."

I said with a smile, of course!

I am the young master of the Malfoy family!

But when I saw Darren the next day, I felt even more guilty and ashamed.

As his brother, I didn't do anything to make him happy?

When I look at Father, my eyes are fearless, but when I look at him, I suddenly feel that I am very base.

I am not as good as Harry Potter!

I suddenly understood why he would be good to Harry Potter; Harry Potter went to save him at that time, right?

And I hid in the crowd.

No one is a fool?

How could he possibly want me to be his brother? I thought with a bitter smile.

But although I knew the gap between me and Scarhead, I hated Scarhead even more.

I envy him for having such courage, and I am jealous that he can have a brother as good as Darren!

So before Christmas arrived, I mocked Harry Potter for being homeless.

But when I saw Darren's face turn pale for a moment, my heart ached.

I thought we were a family.

But I forgot, Father is unwilling to acknowledge him.

And he had better not have any connection with our family.