Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"Muggles! Muggles! There are Muggles everywhere!"

"Listen, this is why we support the Dark Lord."

"Why are Muggle stations so ostentatious, while ours can only hide in a small corner like a thief?"

"Yes, it should be the other way around!"

"Muggles deserve to live in the sewers at our mercy. They are no different from rats anyway."

Rough guttural sounds and vague muffled voices exchanged shocking remarks, and every word reached Draco's ears.

King's Cross Station was bustling with people, and one could guess without looking back that the Crabbe and Goyle families were nearby.

Sure enough, as soon as I arrived at the corridor of Platform 9, I received compliments and greetings.

"'Mr. Malfoy! Mrs. Malfoy! Miss Malfoy!'"

Draco returned the greetings to his elders one by one and said hello to his two childhood followers.

He knew that before he was born, Crabbe and Mr. Goyle were his father's deployment to support the Dark Lord.

They seemed to think that this meant that their next generation should also become the Malfoy family's right-hand man.

Especially after hearing that Narcissa gave birth to a daughter, the two families became more determined to have the child become Draco's bodyguard.

This of course caused a lot of inconvenience.

From childhood to adulthood, I have expressed my feelings to my parents more than once, but they seemed helpless to help.

After all, it was hard to refuse such a kind invitation, and Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle seemed to feel proud to let their son protect Draco.

"Just think of it as the social responsibility of a Malfoy daughter."

The mother could see her daughter's distress and used to comfort her.

It’s okay for the taciturn Gore.

From childhood to adulthood, he always stood foolishly in front of himself whenever there was the slightest possibility of danger.

Crabbe was a bit tricky.

Although he is a man of few words, he has a violent and aggressive personality, and becomes more unpredictable as he gets older.

But it was just as his mother said, they were always his father's old subordinates, and Draco had no choice but to accept it.

Luckily, once they reunited with Pansy and Daphne, the two large guys would no longer be around to hang out.

Pansy would always drive them away, and Daphne would always gently persuade Goyle and Crabbe to leave.

—— Passing through the concealed roadblock, we arrived at Platform Nine and Three Quarters, where the Hogwarts Express with its big red steam engine was parked.

Not far away, Harry, Hermione and the Weasley family were busy.

Their large and small luggage piled up, blocking the carriage door in front of them.

"Draco, remember to stay away from Potter and don't let him get close to you."

His father whispered as he hugged him, and Draco felt embarrassed but also smiled.

When it was her mother's turn to kiss her goodbye, Narcissa had a different attitude.

"That's Harry Potter? Not bad, it would be better if he was taller."

"He's still going to grow taller, right?"

"Should...should be, right?"

How would I know the answer to this kind of question?

"Look at how worried the Weasley's little girl is."

"Hmph, you don't overestimate your capabilities."

Narcissa's eyes kept on looking between Ginny Weasley and herself.

"What the hell are you talking about, Mom?"

Draco was a little embarrassed by his mother's sudden attack.

Lucius, who was giving the mother and daughter space to have a private conversation, naturally had no idea what his wife was planning.

After a reluctant farewell, Draco boarded the train, followed closely by Goyle and Crabbe, who searched for carriages with familiar Slytherin students one by one.

I found that the carriages I was used to in the past two years were now occupied by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students.

Surrounded in the carriage were the two house seekers who had defeated them in Quidditch last year - Cedric Diggory and Zhang Qiu.

The two figures matched each other, but it only reminded Draco of the winless Quidditch game last year.

My heart, which had never cared much about winning or losing in Quidditch, finally got aroused.

In the past, she always thought that it was just a club movement.

Therefore, although almost everyone in the school was saying that she was actually very skilled, they all knew that it was not difficult to defeat Slytherin in the competition.

As long as Miss Malfoy had something more important to worry about that day, she would not give her full attention to the game.

But this year is different.

The humiliation of not winning a whole year can only be made up by sweeping the championship.

If I had known, I would have bought the Firebolt directly. Thinking this in my heart, my pace quickened with fighting spirit, and I almost reached the end of the train.

The door of the passing carriage was suddenly opened with a click, and a friendly call was heard.

"'Draco!'"

When I turned around, it was Daphne and Pansy.

It seems they have secured good seats for everyone.

The two of them excitedly held Draco's hand, exchanged greetings and laughed as they entered the box.

Crabbe and Goyle sat in the next box.

Daphne happily told Draco that the dress on the cover of "Witch Weekly" was well received, and Pansy said complacently that she had already had inspiration to design dresses for her girlfriends.

The joy of reunion was carried to the sky by a cheer in my ears.

"Sister Draco!!!"

As expected, Astoria is here too.

"You can't talk so loudly in a public space."

Daphne tried to persuade her sister helplessly, Pansy smiled as if she had found an ally, and Astoria stuck out her tongue playfully.

The train sped northward, and the weather became wetter and colder the further north we went.

During the summer vacation, the three girls, who were busy with their own family affairs, were busy reminiscing about the past.

Astoria, who had been so excited for the whole week, fell asleep exhausted, resting her long curly hair on Daphne's legs.

Of course, gossip and small talk are inevitable.