Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

During the first week at Hogwarts, the first showdown between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Potter and Malfoy, which attracted the attention of both old and new students, ended with Potter being deducted fifteen points and Draco adding fifteen points for Slytherin.

What Draco was concerned about was Hermione Granger's performance.

The genius of Gryffindor scored ten points for Gryffindor in Transfiguration, Charms and Herbology respectively.

Her sudden rise also made the campus public opinion begin to pay attention to this girl who was not popular and came from a Muggle family.

The second week of classes went on as usual.

Draco and Hermione still scored a lot of points for Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively.

Harry Potter, on the other hand, has become a byword for great fame but mediocre performance.

It was not until Thursday of the second week that the flying class started, which had made the usually active Crabbe clamor for a long time and even the silent Goyle could not hide his excitement, and the first-year boys clamored for it.

"Why don't you ask first if you want to play Quidditch?"

"Just let those who want to fight go to class."

Early in the morning, Pansy washed up and broke into the dormitory of Draco and Daphne who were still staying in bed, complaining.

"Huh, actually we have an empty bed, do you want to move in?"

Draco buried his face in the pillow in a half-asleep state, ignoring Pansy's complaints.

Before I could react, Daphne in the next bed screamed in her sleep.

Apparently Pansy had already jumped onto the bed and crawled under the covers to join him in lazing around.

The three of them chatted and chatted, and finally got up and washed up.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they experienced the situation that always made Draco unhappy.

Although everyone gradually realized that Harry Potter's performance in the first week was not very good, due to his fame, there were still many students surrounding him.

Harry Potter has always been the brightest star among the dazzling first-year students.

On the morning of the actual flight class, there were noticeable differences in the freshmen's backgrounds.

Children who grew up in wizarding families are either excited or so nervous that they can't sleep because they can finally ride a broomstick legally.

Those who came from Muggle families were all very worried.

With anticipation and fear, imagine what flying is like.

"Have you noticed that Potter seems to have only received one letter in two whole weeks."

At the breakfast table, ignoring the freshmen who were restless for various reasons, Draco looked curiously at the Gryffindor table, then turned to ask Pansy and Daphne.

The owl delivered the letter and the package again.

As usual, Draco opened the snacks his father brought and gave them to the Slytherin students.

Amidst the flattery of gratitude, she asked questions to the boys who were like her best friends and bodyguards.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting opposite the two, were the first to shake their heads.

Daphne stared in confusion, and then Pansy snickered as if she had suddenly realized something.

"You were paying so much attention, Miss Malfoy?"

"Just shut up, Parkinson."

He resolutely cut off Pansy's possible sneer, and after making sure that they had almost finished breakfast, he stood up with Daphne and Pansy.

Crabbe and Goyle were, of course, still buried in their breakfast of honey muffins.

Just as I was about to walk towards the aisle in the middle of the four long tables, I heard the boy's boasting coming from the Gryffindor table across the alley.

"This is a memory ball! Grandma knows I always forget things."

Draco glanced over and recognised the Longbottom boy.

Although, I feel sorry for the mediocrity of Longbottom's descendants,

But after all, we are all descendants of the same 28 surnames, so it is inevitable that we will pay attention to the performance of each family's children, especially since they are of the same year.

But no matter how attentive I was, it was still embarrassing to hear him making such a fuss about showing off a worthless prop.

He raised his eyebrows in disdain and winked at Pansy and Daphne.

When would the descendants of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Surnames become so proud of a meaningless memory ball?

While feeling unhappy, he became even more disdainful of Longbottom, and secretly eliminated Longbottom's existence from his heart.

The corners of my mouth unconsciously sneered, I had originally wanted to walk this way,

But when they passed each other, I overheard Harry exclaim "Wow!"

"If this ball turns red, it means...it means..."

"You forgot something."

I stopped somehow and couldn't help staring.

"But I won't tell you what you forgot, right?"

"Does this make sense?"

Before I could come to my senses, I heard my own sarcastic tone coming out of my mouth.

"Honestly, Longbottom."

"As a descendant of a magical family, I really don't understand."

"How boring must one be to be so excited about a magic item that has no practical significance at all."

The tone was cold.

Somehow, hearing Harry Potter's admiration and praise for the Memory Ball, I felt an indescribable disgust.

"Draco!"

Daphne spoke with some surprise and Pansy's eyes widened.

Both of them were obviously not used to being so blunt in speaking ill of others.

Longbottom's face turned pale instantly, and Harry Potter and Weasley stood up suddenly.

At the Slytherin table, Crabbe was still eating greedily with his head down, while Goyle was running over in two steps.

Before the conflict even began, Professor McGonagall had already walked down from the platform, shouting loudly.

"What's going on? What are you doing?"

"Ma…Malfoy insulted my family, Professor."

Longbottom muttered to Professor McGonagall.

What kind of fabricated and false accusation is this?

Draco thought, narrowing his eyes.

But he noticed Severus' gaze at the high table.

"I'm just reminding him. The memory ball won't tell him what he has forgotten."

He explained quietly, watching as Professor McGonagall frowned deeply.

She caught a glimpse of Potter's unhappy expression, raised her eyebrows and shook her hair.

Without looking back, he walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the Quidditch pitch.

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Unexpectedly, the flying lessons were not held on the Quidditch pitch.

It was just on the open grassland that happened to be at both ends of the campus and the forbidden forest.

The Slytherin students rushed to catch up with Draco after he left the restaurant.

As a result, when the Gryffindor students arrived for class, the Slytherins were already waiting leisurely by their brooms.

Madam Hooch, who teaches flying and also serves as the referee for Quidditch matches, is already waiting in front of the rows of brooms.

"What are you still writing about!"

"Everybody stand by a broom, quick, take your positions."

As soon as the Gryffindor students arrived, Madam Hooch shouted at them, wasting no time introducing herself and her classes.

Draco couldn't help but look down at the standard broom beside him, the handle of which looked a little dry.

It can be recognized by the streamlined end of the broom handle, which is the Comet series commonly used in amateur competitions.

Looking at the intertwined wood grain, I was too lazy to pay attention to the detailed model number written on the engraving.

Just sigh in my heart.

Although he had little interest in Quidditch, he was just like any other child from a wizarding family.

Of course, my favorite sport in my leisure time is riding a broom.

The difference is that, compared to simulated Quidditch,

My own movement is just to go back and forth between the manor and the south in the sunset sky.

Chase roosting woodland birds and migrating geese in the wild woods of Nordhanshire.

It's like hunting.

It is said that this is a tradition left by Armand, the ancestor of the Malfoy family.

There are also spectacular wool tapestries hanging in the living room of the manor house.

The theme of the tapestry is William the Conqueror and his courtiers riding into the woods to hunt.

The ancestor Armand led the wizards and chased prey in the air on brooms.

Naturally, there are many rare broom collections on display in the hunting lodge at Malfoy Manor.

Looking at Comet 120, what Draco never imagined was that there would come a day when he would ride on an ordinary broom.

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