In Harry's nervous, expectant, vague and somewhat conflicting thoughts, the big guy at his feet groaned slowly a few times, then lay down lazily in front of the platform.
As soon as the train stopped, the compartment door was opened from the outside.
The visitor was unexpected. It was the eldest Malfoy, who had been keeping a low profile since Harry was hospitalized after being sprayed by Snape.
When Crabbe and Goyle were stuck at the door, Harry and the others stood up, and Ron and Neville subconsciously blocked Harry's way.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to cause trouble." As he spoke, Malfoy raised his arms slightly, revealing his empty palms.
Whether in the wizarding or Muggle world, showing that you are not armed is a sign of goodwill.
"I'm just here to say goodbye to my classmates and see you again when school starts, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger." Malfoy showed a gentle and familiar smile on his face, paying attention every time he said a name.
When his eyes moved towards Ron, the boy couldn't help but tighten his right arm. The wand exchanged for unicorn hair was firmly grasped in his hand.
In fact, Ron almost hit Malfoy as soon as he walked in. Fortunately, he didn't remember which spell to use, so his subconscious reaction didn't cause trouble.
Of course, this was also because Malfoy sent Harry to the doctor last time, which made Ron have a slightly different impression of the golden-haired boy in front of him, and he felt a little guilty for misunderstanding Malfoy and hitting him.
But even so, if Malfoy insults him, he will still beat this Angsa boy out.
"Well, there are also Messrs. Weasley and Longbottom, so I'll say goodbye and wish you a happy holiday." Malfoy politely greeted everyone, took a step back, then turned around to take the two with him. A partner leaves.
But who knows...
"ah!"
Malfoy gave a short exclamation, and angrily pushed Goyle with his shoulder, finally freeing him and Crabbe.
These two things were stuck in the doorway. When Malfoy turned around, he bumped into them, which really shocked him.
After figuring out the situation, I felt like I had filled the cup with 100%, but after finishing it, I stepped on shit.
Brother, I performed so perfectly just now, but before I left, you two completely messed up my image.
"Pfft~"
After hearing Hermione's uncontrollable chuckle, Malfoy blushed even more and pushed the two big guys to leave.
"Hahahaha~~~~~~"
Ron was a little confused by Malfoy. Only then did he react and couldn't help laughing.
Maybe the matter itself wasn't that interesting, but Malfoy's words and behavior after entering the door made him feel a little blocked, and he would naturally laugh mercilessly when he found the opportunity.
Now Malfoy didn't want to leave. He had to ask the red-haired boy, are you polite?
Seeing Malfoy turning around and staring at him, Ron suddenly felt a little guilty. His wanton laughter stopped abruptly. Because he stopped too quickly, he started coughing continuously. Neville beside him saw this and clapped him. The younger generation.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Listening to the low, percussive sound, Malfoy suddenly became less angry.
While coughing, Ron waved his hand with his back to Neville, please stop hitting him, otherwise he will be dead.
If he hadn't known about Neville's upright character, Ron would have thought that he was a killer sent by Fred and George.
After Neville stopped, Ron quickly picked up the half-cup of pumpkin juice that Harry had left and drank it down, feeling a little better.
"Sorry, he just..." Harry apologized for his good friend, but he didn't know how to explain it. After seeing that Ron was fine, he simply threw him aside and expressed his doubts.
"Malfoy, I don't know if it's appropriate to say this, but compared to before, you have changed a lot. You are very... a gentleman?"
Malfoy's eyes lit up, right? Has everyone discovered it?
If you said that, I wouldn't be embarrassed.
The young gentleman who had just been affirmed by others opened his mouth to say something, but after hearing the movement outside the door, he looked around.
"Hold on."
Malfoy walked towards Crabbe and Goyle outside the door. After the train arrived at the station, the students packed their luggage and walked down one after another. The two big guys standing there were really in the way, but if they were allowed in, the space inside the carriage would be enough. Too crowded.
"Good brothers, you go back to the carriage to pack your luggage, and then wait at the platform. I'll be there in a minute." After patting the two of them on the shoulders, Malfoy motioned for them to leave first.
The big guys were still a little worried about his safety, but the boss had already made up his mind, and the two of them had no choice but to obey the order reluctantly.
However, before leaving, he still glared threateningly into the carriage, and then he staggered along the flow of people towards the carriage where the luggage was stored.
"It's okay now, otherwise leaving them blocked there would be too much of a hindrance to others." Malfoy closed the car door, and there were all the sounds of greetings and farewells outside. It was too noisy.
"I really doubt that you were betrayed by someone. It's so unbelievable." Ron looked surprised and almost couldn't help but want to step forward and lift Malfoy's robe to see if there was another person hidden inside.
"It's really hard to believe that my performance was so bad when I first started school." Malfoy laughed at himself and began to talk frankly about his journey.
"I was born into a noble family with a long tradition. Since I was very young, I have aspired to become a true noble gentleman and have been working hard towards my goal."
Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Malfoy couldn't help but glare at Ron, "What the hell is that expression on your face when you talk about your origin?"
"I have seen many social scenes of nobles. The men hold wine glasses and compliment each other, and the women are in groups, showing off their families, wealth, children or other things to each other. At that time, I thought this was the life of the nobles."
When talking about his past experiences, little Mr. Malfoy was full of regrets. The power of role models cannot be ignored.
"Until I entered Hogwarts at the beginning of the school year, I was still ignorant, living absurdly and ridiculously day after day. Fortunately, we have a good teacher, who taught me by words and deeds what it means to be a good teacher. A true nobleman.”
"Ani!" Upon hearing this, Harry subconsciously called out the familiar name.
"That's right, it's Professor Scamander. It's because of the teacher's many teachings that I know how to be a true noble." At this point, Malfoy once again showed a gentle smile on his face.
After hearing Ani's name, several people who were familiar with him naturally thought of why the smile on Malfoy's face looked so familiar.
Isn't that the usual expression on Aini's face?
"Teacher?" Harry was a little confused. The pronunciation of English teacher and teacher was different.
"I am Slytherin's Transfiguration teaching assistant in this grade, so I can naturally be regarded as the teacher's disciple." Malfoy said with some pride, but after seeing Hermione, he decisively continued to lurk in a low profile.
"Gentlemen, maybe we have to go." Hermione interrupted the two people who were chatting and gestured to the car window.
