Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

"The House consists of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. During your time there, the House will be like your home. Your good behavior will earn you points, while misbehavior will cost you points. At the end of the school year, the House with the highest points will win the House Cup..."

"Wah! Wah! Wah!" A toad was croaking on the ground.

"Leeford!" a slightly chubby boy shouted, interrupting the professor.

He immediately ran forward and grabbed the toad, watching as the professor slowly stood up. "I'm sorry," he said politely.

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin," the professor finished speaking, then turned and disappeared.

“It’s true! The rumors on the train were right. Harry Potter and Ambrose Potter have arrived at Hogwarts,” said a little boy with platinum blond hair.

The two people turned to look at him when they heard his name called.

Hermione and Ron also turned to look at him.

"Harry Potter? Omar Potter?"

"What? They actually came!"

"Can not believe it!"

"It's like a dream!"

"I want to be friends with them."

"I must be the luckiest person in my family!"

Immediately, whispers arose from the crowd.

The boy looked at Harry and Wolverine. "These are Crabbe and Goyle, and my name is Malfoy." He walked up to Harry, then turned and walked to Wolverine. "Draco Malfoy."

Ron couldn't help but chuckle, "Pfft—" He was genuinely amused by Malfoy's aristocratic tone.

Wu Mu rolled her eyes slightly and put her hands in her pockets. She had already anticipated what Malfoy would say next.

"You find my name funny, don't you? I don't need to ask to know who you are, red hair, old robes, I think you're from the Weasley family." He then looked at Harry.

Wu Mu: Red hair~ Old robe~ I think you're from the Weasley family~ Aren't I red hair too?

"You'll soon find that some wizarding families are a bit more sophisticated than others, and nobody wants to be friends with inferior people. I can help you with that, don't you think, Miss Potter?"

As Malfoy finished speaking, he looked at Wumu again and reached out his hand to her.

“Heh…hehe,” Wumu gently pushed Draco’s hand away, giving him a polite smile.

“I think I know how to make friends, Mr. Draco Malfoy.” Wumu placed his hands in front of him and pulled him along.

Her hands were small, her fingers were thin, and each joint had a slight pinkish tinge.

"To be honest, I don't think I would be friends with someone like some people who only know how to mock others. If you apologize to him, I'll consider shaking hands with you and becoming friends. Of course! I apologize to you on Ron's behalf. But I think I should point out that Ron doesn't laugh at other people's names for no reason. His sense of humor must be something else."

Wu Mu was very direct. For arrogant people, the more euphemistically something is said, the more they might feel it's their right. She liked the character of Malfoy, that's true, but when those words were directed at her friend, she was still very angry.

Wu Mu noticed that Malfoy's expression wasn't good, but he stubbornly refused to apologize.

"It seems our young master Malfoy is unwilling to apologize to his classmates?" Wu Mu raised an eyebrow.

Malfoy remained silent, but he looked very disappointed.

Wu Mu knew that Malfoy really wanted to be her friend, although she didn't know why.

Therefore, now that she is Miss Potter, I decide to give Malfoy a chance, even though she knows that Malfoy would never apologize in this situation.

"Miss Potter, do you not want to be friends with me? You're making me apologize to this poor wretch."

Malfoy sounded both angry and disappointed as he pondered what Wu Mu had said.

“Um… Mr. Malfoy, if you really want to be friends with me, I hope you will carefully consider what I just said.” Wu Mu deliberately lowered his voice.

She took a step to the side, trying to get Malfoy out of her sight, but Malfoy followed her and took a step to the side as well.

"Hoo-hoo." Wu Mu waved to Malfoy, signaling him to move forward a bit.

Malfoy realized what she was up to, leaned in to listen, and gave Ron a warning look.

"Draco, I already know what you're thinking. How about this? Find an opportunity to come to me and tell me you shouldn't have insulted Ron."

“We don’t have to bring anyone, just the two of us is fine too. As long as you come to me, I’ll definitely be your friend,” Wumu whispered to Malfoy.

Malfoy was incredulous. He had thought that Aymu would secretly tell him that she was willing to be friends with him, but he heard something else that shocked him even more than the apology to Ron.

"What? You know?" Malfoy looked into her eyes, his mouth slightly open, revealing his white teeth.

"Hmm~" Wu Mu looked smug, crossed his arms over his chest, and slightly curled the corners of his lips, appearing very confident about the situation.

“Oh, Miss Potter, you are very clever. I think someone as clever as you must be good at making friends! I am a pureblood, so it is a very sensible choice for me to be friends with you.”

Malfoy composed himself, then once again wore that smug expression.

“I think I’m quite clear-headed. I can tell the difference, and I can even tell who’s worse than whom. Thanks.” Seeing that Malfoy seemed interested in Wolverine, Harry walked up to him.

"Bang!" The professor who had just finished his business returned and, seeing that Malfoy was not standing where he was supposed to, smacked him on the shoulder with what he was holding.

Malfoy turned around and saw that it was the professor who had returned, so he walked back to his previous spot.