Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

It is inevitable that pure-blood families have a high opinion of themselves, as they control absolute resources and the right to speak.

Draco was born into the wealthy Malfoy family.

His loving parents spoiled him like a little prince.

With a stroke of his pen, his father sponsored the latest model of flying brooms for the Slytherin Quidditch team.

It's enough for him to show off.

The whole family were guests of the Minister of Magic at the Quidditch World Cup.

I am Snape's favorite student.

His talent in potions was also recognized by his own dean.

In the original book, his grades were almost on par with Hermione's, so Lucius was furious that Draco was not as good as a Muggle-born.

If the difference is huge, there is no value or meaning in comparison.

"Think about Peter Pettigrew. Draco, you're right to be worried."

I gave him a look that could only be understood but not expressed in words.

“It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.”

Peter Pettigrew has an ordinary appearance, while Crabbe and Goyle look silly, and neither of them is an elite who can leave a deep impression at first sight.

Underestimating the enemy is tantamount to suicide.

"Aurora, you are the one who understands me the best, no one else."

He took me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.

"Draco, don't attack by surprise! My magic almost failed!"

"Sorry, I forgot... But, we should let that guy fall, maybe he will wake up..."

"Draco, why did Zabini attack you?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Who knows, I'm not as skilled as others?" A hint of anger flashed in Draco's eyes, and he shrugged indifferently.

"He shouldn't be so tasteless..." I said to myself.

"Oh? Aurora, you think Zabini is okay?"

I didn't realize the trap Harry had set.

"Besides being a bad mouth, in other aspects... it can be considered an intelligence gathering center..."

Zabini's playboy style, coupled with his mother's good social skills, always allows him to get first-hand information.

I will check with Lucius and find that it is very authentic and the source is reliable.

So we are quite familiar with each other.

"Stay away from him, this abominable guy actually dared to covet you!"

Draco endured it again and again, but he couldn't hold back his anger anymore and blurted it out.

"How is that possible? Hasn't he been sarcastic and mocking me enough? He even followed you and complained about me being fat!"

"Humph, it's just an attempt to hide one's mistake! I really misjudged him!"

incredible!

"He was trying to piss you off, and you took it seriously!"

Finally arriving at the medical wing, I watched Crabbe and Goyle put Zabini to bed. Finally, I didn't have to keep using the spell to control the power of the levitation spell, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around and gently stroked Draco's chest to help him calm down.

Madam Pomfrey came hurriedly and said after a while of probing: "It's nothing serious."

She waved the burning wormwood under Zabini's nose.

"Ah...ah sneeze!"

Zabini woke up slowly.

"Who... who am I? Where am I?"

He rubbed his sleepy eyes.

The brown eyes reveal clarity and stupidity.

"Beauty, are you sent by my mother to take care of me?"

He winked at me and put his index finger between his lips, making a pose that he thought looked handsome.

"Blaise, don't take that as funny!" Draco stood in front of me.

"Where did this pretty boy come from? Don't get in the way of my emotional communication with this beautiful lady!"

He stretched his neck and gave me a wink.

How to do?

It seems like he has lost his memory!