Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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He's no longer the baby his mother cared about, has he? As he wished, his mother has become a little colder towards him.

She never called him Baby Draco again, she just called him Draco.

But why is my heart so uncooperative?

He cried all night in his bedroom for his foolish past.

At the age of ten, he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Dad actually wanted him to go to Durmstrang, since Dad and Dumbledore didn't get along.

But my mother did her best to stop me from going.

Actually, I don't really want to go either.

I heard they use black magic there! But black magic...

I always think of the Cruciatus Curse.

I think of Xiaobai, who died amidst tears and blood.

My father didn't force me too much.

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

Harry Potter! The guy who defeated the Mystic in the book?

I don't really want to befriend him.

As the eldest son of the Malfoy family, why should I befriend a boy whose mother is supposedly Mudblood?

My father told me: There's no need to fawn over him, just be able to say a few words.

I compromised.

After all, I am the heir to the Malfoy family.

Heir!

Before the start of the school year, I was given permission to go shopping in Diagon Alley.

At Madam Malkin's robe shop, I stood on a stool and had my height measured with that ruler.

I complained that Mrs. Malkin was clumsy.

Actually, I remember several years ago, Mrs. Malkin also praised me for being cute.

I'm sure I won't end up like my dad!

They must be talking about me behind my back now, saying, "No wonder he's the son of a little food-eating traitor, right?" I thought to myself, my mind a jumble of thoughts.

Then I saw a boy with black hair and green eyes come in.

"Hey, are you going to Frostgwarts too?"

I looked at him with disdain.

His clothes were tattered and ragged, making him look like a beggar.

He must be a Mudblood from the Muggle world.

I wouldn't normally greet someone like that.

But I'm in a bad mood today, so I'll give him a piece of my mind.

"My dad bought me a book next door, and my mom... and then I dragged them to see the flying broomsticks..."

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

I sneered inwardly.

He probably doesn't even know what a flying broom is.

Sure enough, after I questioned him, he really didn't know.

Seeing his slightly uncomfortable expression, I finally took pity on him and changed the subject.

"Look at that person outside!"

I know he is the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, and my dad told me he might be a half-giant.

I want to share this with him.

But he was a little angry.

What followed was all cold and indifferent.

cut.

If you don't want to talk to me, then don't! It's like I enjoy talking to him!

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Chapter 818 Extra Chapter—Malfoy Extra Chapter!!

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

At the end of August, my father told me this in his study.

I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Why befriend Harry Potter when his brother prefers to stay away?

"Of course it's because his origins are unknown. Who knows how someone like that came to be? Even Severus isn't sure whether he should trust him. You should stay away from him!"

Dad looked somewhat disdainful.

I know he looks down on Harry Potter's brother, but why would he look down on him?

"Someone who couldn't even inherit the impoverished Potter family probably doesn't have much ability. We don't need to befriend him!"

My father calmly told me.

I looked at him and nodded.

Also.

On the train, I showed Hulab and Gao Nifa to Harry Pete.

"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, I recognized Harry Potter from the movie; he was the boy I had deliberately bullied that day.

Thinking about what happened that day, I feel a little guilty.

After all, I had humiliated them, so how could they possibly be friends with me? But I had to at least try. If I failed, what could my dad do to me? So I reached out my hand.

This is Malfoy's friendship, and I hope Harry Pitt will take it seriously.

Before Harry Potter could react, a red-haired guy sitting inside let out a laugh.

I looked over.

The first thing you notice is his red hair.

My dad told me that red hair is a symbol of Sri Lanka.

The Wei family has so many children they can't afford to raise them all; they're all penniless.

He actually wants to befriend Harry Potter?

So I looked down on Wesley.

I want Potter to understand who he is better suited to befriend.

Potter slapped my hand away as if it were perfectly normal.

I turned around and left angrily.

As I left, I cursed Harry Potter in my heart for his poor judgment.

How come Malfoy is worse than Wes?

I was extremely indignant.

Even inside my carriage, things didn't calm down. They dragged Goyle and Crabbe along to express their contempt for Harry Potter and Wesley.

Pansy was there too.

She's a pretty girl, but she's a bit dim-witted.

And a bit of a fangirl.

She has always liked me and liked to hang around me.

I don't hate her, but I don't like her either. I see her as someone like Crabbe or Goyle.

Pansy had no idea that I was such a clever child. Halfway through our train journey, we heard that Miss Becky Greengrass and a child had an accident.

Speaking of Becky Greengrass, I'm reminded of that kid who used to talk about equality in Diagon Alley.

Who does he think he is? And he thinks everyone is equal?

Killing me.