Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

There were low cheers coming from the aisle outside the box.

Prefect Farley nodded with satisfaction, seeming quite satisfied with her social skills.

Before leaving with a group of people, he turned and said to Draco.

"Have you seen Harry Potter? I heard he's sitting in the compartment in the next carriage."

Seeing that Draco was a little hesitant, Falei spoke seriously.

"The prefects are arguing about how this is an important year. There are quite a few children of the Sacred Twenty-Eight coming up, as well as Miss Malfoy and Harry Potter."

“Having these new students join us will be of great help in our fight for the Academy Cup.”

After Falei finished speaking, she pulled at the collar of her robe, her tone quite proud.

"Slytherin has been champion for six years in a row."

"If you can get Miss Malfoy, Miss Greengrass and Miss Parkinson,"

"Even if we didn't get Harry Potter, we could still win the championship this year."

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"It turns out that the pressure of the college competition is so great."

After Farley and the Slytherin students left, Daphne looked at the box door that was closed again and sighed.

Pansy said with a puzzled look on her face.

"But it's no use for her to come to us. We can't decide which college we want to go to."

“Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if I was sorted into a college that I really didn’t want to go to?”

Pansy and Daphne were talking to each other, but Draco remained silent, thinking about what the prefect said before he left.

She bit her lip lightly and slowly stood up.

Pansy and Daphne looked slightly surprised, but smiled at the same time.

The tacit understanding that did not require words made the corners of their mouths curl up with smiles.

"Would you like us to go with you?"

Pansy spoke excitedly, but Draco had other plans.

"I'll ask Crabbe and Goyle to come along. After all, he might not be alone."

Regardless of whether Harry Potter is the black-haired boy or not, the first impression is that having two bodyguards to protect him can always prevent some accidents.

"Don't be too nervous!"

"Be careful and safe."

She opened the door to the box, heard Pansy and Daphne's instructions, nodded and smiled at her best friend, and knocked on the door of the box opposite.

He took Goyle and Crabbe to the next carriage.

Both ends of the carriage were packed with students who were curious but did not dare to disturb Harry Potter.

When Draco appeared, people at the end of the crowd shouted softly.

"Miss Malfoy is here too!"

Draco raised his eyebrows, not surprised by the sight of a passage being cleared.

"thank you all."

He just kept saying thank you to both sides as he passed by, with graceful and brisk steps.

But in front of the glass window of the box, he stopped in fright.

The curtain of the compartment was rolled up, revealing the mess inside.

A boy with red hair, freckles, and a dirty nose,

He ate heartily with food crumbs all over his cheeks.

The boy next to him was not much better.

The familiar black curly hair was messy, and the thin cheeks were bulging.

His lips were stained brown by the melted chocolate.

In his left hand he held a Chocolate Frog card, while in his right hand he greedily held a bag of Bertie's all-flavor beans.

Between their seats was a mountain of cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs, and pumpkin pies.

The unpacked cartons and outer bags were scattered all over the floor, and both of them had a hard time opening their mouths while stuffing them with food.

"What and what...?" Draco muttered to himself in disbelief.

It seems that the boy is indeed Harry Potter.

But such facts can no longer shock the soul.

She had been used to being elegant since childhood, and she was shocked and a little frightened by the pure and natural greed in front of her.

How come under those sincere and courageous green eyes, there is such a long-starved animal nature?

I subconsciously retracted my steps and turned around, only to see that the crowd seemed to be even more crowded.

It seems that the whisper of "Miss Malfoy and Harry Potter are about to meet!" has spread on the express train in a short time.

The two influential figures who had attracted much attention even before they reported were about to have a party, which naturally attracted many curious students to rush to the carriage.

Seeing everyone's eyes fixed on him, Draco gathered himself and slowly calmed down.

Once you have made up your mind, you must not lose your courage.

Besides, the legendary Harry Potter can't be so vulgar.

The social responsibility of a pure-blood family would not allow him, who was ignorant of the ways of the world, to be tainted by the Weasley family.

She turned around, her long platinum hair swirled in circles, making the gathered students stare in amazement.

Facing the box door, with head held high and chest puffed out, under the reflection of the glass window,

The sight of his own lofty willow-shaped eyebrows and his tender, delicate, and fair face was so heroic that it overwhelmed people.

He opened the door of the box, crossed his arms, and the elf's eyes were cold and sharp.

He stared at the two boys with surprised expressions with a dignified look.

The black-haired boy opened his mouth and his face suddenly turned red.

It seemed that he recognized me when I met her once in the robe shop.

For this, Draco felt a little happy.

When I looked over, I saw the red-haired boy just standing there in a daze, still chewing snacks non-stop.

"So, it's true?"

"The whole Express was in an uproar that Harry Potter was in this compartment."

Seeing the two of them like this, Draco raised his eyebrows and spoke in a controlled tone.

"It looks like that's you, isn't it?"

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Listening to my own words, I felt satisfied with the unhurried, nonchalant and lazy tone.

This was the social voice that Draco had simulated for a long time, combining the social tones of Severus, his mother, and his father.

She always believed that this tone of voice could best highlight the identity and status of the Malfoy family's daughter.

"Yes... yes." The black-haired boy swallowed the food in his mouth and spoke frankly.

The straightforward confession, coupled with the equally emerald and sincere eyes, actually surprised Draco a little.

He paused for a few seconds before speaking slowly again.

"You haven't seen them. This is Crabbe and Goyle."

He turned his shoulder slightly and introduced the two silent followers behind him.

Harry nodded, motioned slightly, and spoke hesitantly.

"I still—"

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. This is the name you failed to ask in Madam Malkin's shop." Draco quickly replied.

Remembering the encounter in the robe shop and the melancholy behind Harry's words "I still don't know your name" before he left, her face almost blushed again.

Fortunately, the embarrassing moment was diverted by the red-haired boy next to Harry.

Hearing his own name, the red-haired boy sneered unabashedly.

Harry seemed a little overwhelmed, and Crabbe and Goyle took half a step forward, until Draco waved his hand secretly to stop them.