Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

In the original book, Harry and Ron had a close relationship, so I didn't take his statement too seriously.

"Come on!" I took him into the Malfoy carriage.

Crabbe and Goyle came in early to save seats for us.

The table was covered with snack bags. Draco coughed twice, and the two of them hurriedly put them away.

Naturally, there are class divisions within pure-blood families.

Some families would serve as subordinates and vassals to more powerful families.

This was the case with the Crabbe and Goyle families.

They seem strong and uneducated, but in fact their choices are more important than their efforts.

It is much easier to get the protection of the Malfoy family and get a share of the pie than to rely on personal ability to fight alone.

Therefore, as the heir of the Malfoy family, Draco's status was not equal to theirs from the very beginning.

The two big guys filled one end of the carriage, leaving us with only the other side.

Before I could sit down next to Draco, I heard the door of the carriage open.

"Have you seen Neville's toad?" one girl called out.

She had buck teeth and thick, profuse hair that fell over her shoulders.

A timid boy followed behind him.

It was none other than Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom.

She noticed Harry's scar at a glance, and then she started pointing at Harry's forehead and screaming loudly.

"Oh my God! You are... you are..."

She grabbed Neville beside her and tried to calm herself down.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

His days at Malfoy Manor had made him accustomed to all kinds of strange behaviors from strangers.

His eyes revealed a fleeting look of boredom.

"I'm Hermione Granger!" She stretched out her hand and shook it vigorously. "I mean... can I sit with you? I have a lot of things to ask you!" Hermione sat down opposite Harry and assumed a listening posture.

"Sorry, it's a bit crowded here... We are all students of Hogwarts, there will definitely be opportunities in the future." Harry said tactfully to drive them away.

"But..." Hermione still didn't give up.

"Hermione, my toad..." Neville reminded quietly.

Draco's gaze was so physical that it almost froze him.

Although the carriage was clearly marked "Malfoy Only", Draco was disturbed again and again by strangers. It was very graceful of him to remain silent.

Hermione slapped her head; she had obviously forgotten about this.

"We still have to continue looking for toads, so we won't bother you anymore!"

She pulled Neville away and slammed the door behind her.

"The air stinks of mudbloods, Crabbe, open the window! Ventilate!" Draco couldn't stand it any longer.

"Brother..." I gently pinched his fingertips and reminded him in a low voice.

Harry's mother was also a "Mudblood", and Draco got so angry that he spoke without thinking.

"Oh, sorry..." Draco realized belatedly that he had said the wrong thing.

Harry waved his hands to indicate that he didn't take it to heart.

His only memory of his mother was the few photographs of Lily Evans.

After being brought to Malfoy Manor, Narcissa's meticulous care made him feel the warmth of a mother.

Compared with her biological mother's sister, Aunt Petunia's family, the blood bond is even weaker.

Even more depressing things are yet to come.

The story of Harry Potter being in the Malfoy carriage seemed to have spread widely.

Wave after wave of well-informed people came to visit us under the pretext of various slicked-back excuses, disturbing Draco and I, who were already sleep-deprived, and making us even more miserable.

I closed my eyes and ears and dozed off on Draco's shoulder.

"Lock the door, Draco," Harry suggested.