Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Not long after, Narcissa, as Harry's cousin and only able-bodied relative, went to the Ministry of Magic to go through the adoption procedures.

"Originally, little Potter had a nominal godfather, but unfortunately that stupid dog would rather sit in jail in Azkaban than face the fact that his godson had become an orphan after the war!" Lucius' mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc.

"Sirius, he just needs time to digest..."

Narcissa stroked the top of Harry Potter's head gently, horrified by the boy's condition.

More pitiful than imagined.

He was severely malnourished and half a head shorter than Aurora and Draco of the same age.

He was pale and thin, with not much flesh on his body, and had surprisingly large emerald green eyes. He stood there timidly.

Lucius asked a doctor from St. Mungo's to perform a full-body examination on Harry Potter and found multiple soft tissue contusions and shocking scars on his back.

"The Dursleys should pay!" Narcissa suggested.

"Harry, is it okay?" Lucius squatted down and looked at the black-haired boy at eye level. He needed the person's authorization.

"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Malfoy." Harry pursed his lips. He had a calmness that his peers did not have.

Lucius, who had seen countless people, exchanged glances with Narcissa and Disapparated with them.

"Welcome, Mr. Potter."

Draco and I were already waiting in the living room.

Dobby, the house-elf, was even more enthusiastic than we showed.

"Harry Potter!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his ears flickering like cattail leaves and his eyes wide open like a giant lily.

"Dobby, don't scare the guests..." It was really embarrassing.

Harry Potter, who grew up in the Muggle world, naturally had never seen any magical creatures. He took a step back in horror, then stopped immediately.

Dobby wanted to apologize, but he ended up banging his head against the wall, making a loud noise.

Lucius waved his wand lightly, hiding Dobby's trace, "Don't worry, Mr. Potter, we will slowly familiarize you with everything in the magical world."

"My children, Draco and Aurora, are the same age as you."

"Hello, Mr. Potter. I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Draco held out his hand.

Harry was wearing ill-fitting clothes, the cuffs and hem of which were washed white.

He held out his hand a little awkwardly, "Hello, Draco. You can call me Harry."

For some reason, my nose felt sore.

Draco and Harry could finally stand together peacefully.

In the original novel, the two’s many conflicts were closely related to their bad first impressions of each other.

Plus, Ron Weasley fanned the flames and mocked our last name - Malfoy (which means disloyalty and breaking one's promise). How could such a thin-skinned Draco have ever been treated like this?

The boy attacked the Weasley family out of stress.

In the name of protecting his friend, Harry refused Draco's hand of friendship.

It also makes the boy embarrassed in front of everyone.

This time, without those "outsiders", the two could interact peacefully.

"Harry, let me show you around the living environment."

Harry followed Draco a little awkwardly.

I walked beside him, looking for common topics with kids of the same age.

"This is your room."

The guest bedroom had already been decorated by Narcissa.

Typical Slytherin style, with dark green and silver complementing each other.

A brand new set of home clothes was draped over the bed, with a note written in Narcissa's beautiful handwriting: For Harry.