Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

The next train from platform 5 is at 10:42.

Trains served by London North Eastern Railway, to York.

This train consists of ten carriages. Passengers who wish to take this train,

Please move to Platform 5 to board the train. The train is ready to depart.

First class carriages are located in the fifth and tenth carriages. Please make full use of them.

The broadcast at London King's Cross Station rustled, and the signs on the notice board flipped over to show the platform number for the train to York.

People carrying luggage and rushing to catch the bus began to busily shuttle back and forth in the crowd following the instructions given on the broadcast.

Draco looked at the people coming and going around him with surprise.

Before I knew it, a woman in a short woolen coat passed by me.

Even though he didn't touch me, I still apologized for the possible disturbance.

"Ah! Sorry! Little sister!" the woman said repeatedly, stopped, but her eyes could not hide her anxiety and kept drifting towards her watch.

"Did I bump into you? That's great! I'm so sorry for walking by so suddenly."

"I'm so glad you're okay. I have a train to catch! Sorry, sorry!"

The woman looked very elegant at first glance, but she was running hurriedly, with her body drooping as she held the luggage bag tightly in her hands.

The hair that was neatly clipped behind the ears was also a little messy, making her look flustered.

"Great. Have a nice day, pretty little sister."

The woman finished speaking, and without waiting for Draco to respond, she smiled and turned away.

Draco was left standing there in confusion.

I couldn't understand why a Muggle would be willing to expose himself to such an embarrassing state in public.

Also marvel at the Muggle etiquette.

Looking around, although it is busy and noisy, there is still a certain order.

This is very different from the image I had since childhood that Muggles are always violent and aggressive.

"It's time to go, Draco." Lucius said calmly with a cold temperament.

He reached out and gently put his arm around his daughter's shoulders.

"Don't be afraid. Your father was also shocked."

"Especially before entering a station, I would be frightened by the noisy machines."

Narcissa smiled and watched her husband blush under her gaze.

"A barbaric and vulgar species." Lucius gritted his teeth, cursed and turned his face away.

She dodged her daughter's curious gaze and hid her shy look at Narcissa's teasing.

Leading his lovely wife and daughter, he walked towards the roadblocks on the 9th and 10th floors of Taichung that were marked with "Keep Out During Construction".

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The moment I passed the roadblock, I saw a sign for Platform 9 3/4 hanging on the side wall of the platform.

At either end, two notices were hung on each of the Victorian brick-red arches.

The Hogwarts Express. Eleven o'clock sharp.

I had just walked with my parents through the Muggle-filled station, passed through the roadblocks, and stepped onto the steam-filled platform.

Then I heard a familiar call coming from not far from the platform entrance.

"Draco! Draco! We're here!"

"Keep your voice down, it's attracting too much attention."

"Wait! Don't run like that in public!"

"You're talking louder, too, Daphne dear!"

"Pan...Pansy...you can't run like that!"

"Wow...wait for me!"

Pansy and Daphne's cute figures came to the Malfoy family.

Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson and the Greengrasses also came forward and greeted the Malfoys.

"'Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy.'"

As she performed the formalities, Narcissa looked at two tall figures approaching from the busy crowd on the platform and called out to her husband warily.

"Lucius."

Lucius glanced sideways and saw two tall wizards pushing two boys who were taller than average.

"I'll go, you stay with Draco." Lucius said considerately.

He knew that his wife had never liked the two old subordinates of the Xi family, and it also saved her the time of meeting the Crabbe and Goyle families.

"I heard that Harry Potter has arrived! Have you seen him?"

While the elders were chatting, Pansy pulled Daphne and Draco aside and asked quietly.

"Instead of this, shouldn't we get on the bus and find a good compartment first?"

"I heard that if the private compartments are gone, we will have to go to the general compartment with everyone else..."

Daphne looked at the students who were excitedly getting on the bus with some concern, and turned away at the same time.

Behind Draco, Pansy and Daphne, a round-faced boy was crying innocently.

"Grandma, I lost my toad again."

"Ah...Neville..."

Hearing the boy say this, an elderly witch who looked agile and sharp sighed.

"I hope he can successfully retrieve the toad," Daphne muttered to herself, her eyes beginning to search the nearby ground.

Draco's eyes were drawn to a figure walking behind the round-faced boy.

It was the rude boy I had met in Diagon Alley a few days ago.

After confirming that he was still alone, I felt somewhat relieved.

It seems that after he left, he did not get into trouble with the reckless man.

"Why are you staring at me, Miss Malfoy?"

The Malfoy daughter, who was always cold to strangers, showed unusual attention to the black-haired boy.

It quickly caught Pansy's attention, and even Daphne came over curiously.

"do you know him?"

"I met you at Madam Malkin's, and you were not polite at all."

"He seems... an orphan."

Draco shook his head and explained calmly.

"Wow! Could this be a fateful encounter?"

"Then let's stage a campus romance between a proud and elegant aristocratic girl and a lonely and poor boy!"

Pansy said this with a laugh, earning a roll of eyes from Draco.

"It is impossible for me to degenerate like this."

"As expected of the proud Miss Malfoy, she actually thinks that falling in love is a kind of degradation."

"Parkinson's!"

It was Daphne who spoke softly, interrupting the two people who were arguing and playing.

"An orphan? Isn't that the same as Harry Potter?"

Hearing Daphne's words, the three girls suddenly widened their eyes and looked at each other in silence.

Then, they moved closer to each other and whispered to each other.

“Could it be…?”

"It can't be such a coincidence..."

"Did you see his forehead? They said he had a scar on his forehead."

"His hair covered it up, and it was inappropriate for him to keep staring at boys."

"Ms. Malfoy, could it be that you have always wanted to stare at..."

"Just shut up, Parkinson."

"Should we just ask him directly?"

The three people's whispered discussion ended with Pansy leaving a question and turning to walk towards the black-haired boy.

Everyone knew that best friends were always straightforward, but the self-awareness of being from a famous family made Draco and Daphne couldn't help but call her.

"'Pansy!'"

"what happened?"