"I'll definitely tell my dad and he'll be kicked out."
The first thing Malfoy did when he woke up and realized that he was fine was to yell that he was going to sue his father.
In addition to bragging about his father all day long, he also sued his father.
Just like some naughty kids.
The reason why he was able to do nothing was really thanks to Carlo's magic potion, otherwise just those knots would have kept him out of bed for three days. Of course, if it was too short...small...it might fine.
Malfoy's character is like this. As long as he is fine, he will jump up again, but it is itchy. According to the original trajectory, he will "match wits and courage" with the Harry trio for six years until Voldemort returns...
"Draco! Don't tell anyone!"
As soon as he heard Malfoy say this, a girl with shoulder-length short hair next to him quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he would cause public outrage if he continued to speak.
"This is Richmond's order. Do you want to disobey him?"
This girl's name is Pansy Parkinson.
As a first grader, she naturally participated in what happened last night.
Every time he thought about what happened that night... Pansy felt a dull pain in her butt.
No one escapes the Ass Destroyer, and she certainly wasn't immune to it.
What happened that night has become a taboo for the entire Slytherin family, and they will never talk about it.
"What's so great about Richmond is that it's just a member of the Carlo family. He only entered school a few years earlier than me. I will tell my dad...well, I won't tell anyone."
As Pansy watched, Malfoy's voice became quieter and quieter, until it was so quiet that he could barely hear it.
Not everyone buys Malfoy's account. For example, the seventh-grade prefect's Carrow family and Pansy's Parkinson family are completely worthy of Malfoy.
Everyone is on the same level, no one is better than others.
"Draco!"
Pansy shouted loudly, signaling him to stop talking.
The events of that night had already made many young wizards dissatisfied with Malfoy.
They lost, led by Malfoy.
Slytherin only sides with the winner.
And why is it that everyone's... hurts and only you, Malfoy, are fine? Of course, Crabbe and Goyle were not beaten, but they were petrified and used as weapons. Look at how they are shaking now, and no one is willing to trade with them.
It's a pity that he didn't think about it at all, and he didn't notice the little Slytherin wizards in the lounge, all of them looked at him with unkind looks.
"For the sake of the Carlo family, I won't care about this kind of barbarian. I hope he won't provoke me again, otherwise I will make him look good."
Malfoy's mouth was the only one that was tough.
In fact, Malfoy only shouted a few words to cheer him up. After yesterday, he really didn't dare to provoke Dudley, the evil star.
Look at these two poor little chubby Goyles and Crabbe. Now whenever they hear the words Dudley or Dursley, they will tremble unconsciously. They can't even walk normally. They are obviously suffering from... caused great psychological harm.
Asked them nothing, they didn't say anything, they just trembled.
Malfoy, who fainted first and was struck by the Stunning Curse, was undoubtedly lucky, but Goyle and Crabbe were different. Although they were struck by the Petrifying Curse, they were still conscious and fully experienced the feeling of being used as a weapon by others.
Malfoy believed that his psychological endurance was not much better than the two of them.
In terms of self-knowledge, Malfoy still has some.
He is just arrogant, not stupid.
But he said that, but he didn't think so in his heart. Just because he didn't provoke Dudley didn't mean that he wouldn't provoke others.
'Hmph, this Friday is Professor Snape's Potions class, and I will show you how powerful it is. '
Malfoy didn't believe it. A wizard born in a Muggle family could know potions?
Snape is an old friend of his father, and he will definitely turn against him. As long as he targets him a little bit... Is it possible that you still dare to hit the professor?
Hey, there's something good to watch.
Unfortunately, Malfoy was a little happy too early. It was only Monday and there were still four full days before Friday.
I have to say that Dudley is really very accurate in reading people, or that he has a very accurate grasp of the psychology of people like Malfoy.
"Isn't this Malfoy? What a coincidence that you are also in class?"
Before he had taken a few steps, there was a sound behind him that gave him a nightmare all night.
Accompanied by a pure nonsense, as a greeting.
Turning his head stiffly, when he saw it was Dudley, Malfoy was so frightened that he almost came out of his body. He forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and answered mechanically: "Hello...Hello."
Pansy, who was originally afraid that Malfoy would conflict with Dudley again, saw that Malfoy was as trembling as a mouse before Dudley when he saw Dudley, so she stood aside honestly and said nothing.
It wasn't until Dudley walked away that Malfoy let out a long breath and blushed instantly when he saw Pansy.
"I just exchanged polite greetings with him among classmates. You know, Malfoy is very gentlemanly."
Malfoy tried to quibble, telling lies that he didn't even believe.
Pansy now believed that Malfoy would never trouble Dudley again.
I just don't know if he will tell the old Malfoy.
Hope not, Richmond seemed to think highly of the savage.
"Hermione, look, my classmate and I are getting along very happily. Look at how happy he was smiling just now."
Dudley said seriously.
Along the way, Hermione was like a little duck on wind, shivering and asking about what happened last night.
Although it is a good thing to care about yourself, you certainly cannot tell the truth.
"real?"
Hermione expressed deep suspicion. Malfoy's face didn't look happy at all.
"Why do I feel that he is afraid of you?"
Dudley's face turned stern: "This is slander. If you don't believe it, I'll find someone else to prove it to you."
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"Hey, that little guy over there."
Dudley said to a Slytherin freshman not far away.
"As for you, stop..."
As a result, the man quickly quickened his pace as if he didn't hear it.
"I'll beat you if you run away again."
Finally, under the threat of Dudley's big stick, the little one finally stopped, gave Dudley a 'smiley face' that was even uglier than Malfoy's, and said that Dudley was very popular in Slytherin.
The result was that Hermione was even more suspicious, but she didn't know what was going on.
...
Although they hold textbooks, in fact, the professors at Hogwarts rarely follow the textbook content. Most of the class content is based on the professors' preferences, with a high degree of freedom.
For example, Professor Sprout's first lesson in herbal medicine is to identify fresh herbs.
Yes, the white pepper essence that Hermione gave Dudley in the morning was extracted from white pepper.
In fact, Bai Xian only learns the content in the middle and late stages of the first-grade textbook.
I have to say that Professor Sprout is really a professor with a very rich reserve of knowledge.
A lot of the knowledge she imparted was not found in textbooks, including two methods of cultivating fresh vegetables, six cultivation techniques, four disaster prevention and control, and thirty-six uses. Dudley benefited a lot from this knowledge. The usage was something he had never thought of, so much so that when the class was over, Dudley didn't forget to chase Professor Sprout and ask questions.
Putting aside the value of personal force, Dudley was best at potions, and herbalism was the essential foundation for potions.
It can be said that if someone is good at potions, his herbal medicine is also destined to be excellent. If he is not good at herbal medicine, then his potions must also be bad.
So Dudley listened very carefully, memorized very carefully, and studied even more seriously.
His studious spirit earned Slytherin two points.
Of course, Hermione, who frequently answered the questions correctly, won five points for Gryffindor.
After class, Hermione raised her head and looked at Dudley with a proud expression, her expression seemed to be saying something.
'How about it? I'm three points ahead of you. '
Dudley smiled helplessly and shook his head.
'This little girl is so competitive...'
So Dudley earned ten points in the history of magic in the lower hall.
Not used to it at all.
His familiarity with the history of magic in recent centuries made Professor Binns look upon him with special regard.
I immediately remembered Dudley's name in the first class, although I forgot about it in the second class.
In the next Charms class, Hermione did her best to earn four points for Gryffindor.
Although Dudley couldn't do anything after waving his wand for a long time, Professor Flitwick gave him five points for his pretending to be calm and his unique insights into magic.
Just like this, it was Friday that Malfoy had been looking forward to day and night.
That was the day of Potions class.
