Chapter 118 Malfoy's Great Adventure
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 118 Malfoy's Great Adventure
Wednesday morning, Slytherin common room.
Malfoy sat on his favorite carved coral chair, looking out at the deep green lake bottom through the crystal window.
He said nothing, his face dull.
Malfoy had been like this for months.
Ever since the McGuffin cast the diarrhea spell in the hallway, no, after losing to the mad wizard McGuffin in a 'tragic' dance pose in the Christmas duel, he has been depressed, especially after he just woke up from the bed.
Even seeing squid tentacles flitting across the lake with large shadows did not cheer him up.
Not to mention the rumors among the other senior Slytherins about belittling his family, that the Malfoys were gone too, being insulted repeatedly by a muggle mudblood.
This made Draco Malfoy difficult in his father's Mudblood Club.
—Easy to say, that MacGuffin Albert is pure madness!A lunatic with no scruples.If these cowards go up, they don't know what kind of embarrassment they have been made into.
Malfoy thought indignantly.
At this time, Goyle and Crabbe came from the direction of their dormitory on the other side, and they seemed to have just woken up.
"Malfoy, is it time for breakfast?"
"Let's go, hurry up and eat. I heard that there are kebabs, sausages and toast this morning..."
As he spoke, Crabbe wiped his saliva, and Goyle swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, even Malfoy, who was still two or three steps away, could clearly hear him.
——These two fans!
Malfoy thought to himself, but it was these two followers who were always two beats behind that made him feel at ease. He could also safely tell these two guys some of his own words, and let them do some things, so he didn't have to worry about them betraying him.
Before class, Malfoy was depressed and avoided other people wandering in the corridors of Hogwarts Castle. He always felt that other people's eyes were full of contempt and ridicule towards him.
"It was McGuffin who caused me to become what I am now, and I must find a way to get revenge..."
Suddenly, Malfoy made an unexpected discovery.
"Look what I see?"
Malfoy was stunned by this unexpected 'surprise'.
He hurriedly hid behind a stone statue made up of unknown animals, tried his best to hide his figure, and carefully looked at the door of Quirrell's office.
there--
He was 'minding' what MacGuffin Albert was talking to Quirinus Quirrell, an incompetent stuttering Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
The strange thing is that this Quirrell is not at all like the usual submissive and stuttering look, but with a cold face, ordering McGuffin something in an orderly tone.
"Okay?... No wonder this guy McGuffin has improved so much, he was able to defeat himself at Christmas. It turns out that this guy Quirrell taught McGuffin a little lesson in private."
Marton suddenly 'understood' the 'real reason' for his loss in the duel contest.
——It's not that our army is too incompetent, but that the enemy army is cheating.
"And Quirrell, who usually pretends to be timid and stammering, must have something to do with the McGuffins in private? I must find evidence that they broke the law. If possible, I can not only drive that annoying McGuffin Albert out of school, but even break his wand, or even better - put his trial in Azkaban and let those dementors guard him..." Malfoy was very excited, and his heart beat faster when he thought of this.
"In this way, maybe I can get a Hogwarts Special Contribution Medal... It may be the first time in history that such a young medal owner!... This should be able to wash away the shame that the MacGuffin brought to myself and the Malfoy family!"
——As for Quirrell?
Malfoy had long felt that this guy was not a good guy. He really didn't understand how such a guy became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He once joked with Goyle and Crabbe that 'maybe a pig wearing that big purple scarf of his can also be a professor'.
(Though there were a few sleepovers on Halloween—that big purple scarf had somehow given Malfoy a long nightmare, an experience Malfoy never told anyone else about.)
Thinking about it now, this Quirrell is full of doubts, which makes him feel a little hesitant. If Quirrell is a dark wizard... maybe he can contact his father to see if he knows this guy!
However, when Malfoy thought of McGuffin, he immediately decided in his heart that it was definitely not a good thing for Quirrell to be mixed with a mudblood, and he had nothing to do with their family. He had to investigate what conspiracy was hidden behind these two guys?
—send them to Azkaban.
Mal pricked up his ears, trying to figure out exactly what Quirrell told the MacGuffin.
"...Hagrid...dragon...Harry..."
Only these few words were vaguely heard, and the dragon instantly attracted Malfoy's attention, making his breathing a little thicker.
——This is a real hammer, whether it is privately breeding dragons or hunting dragons in private, it is a serious violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic. What's even better is that there is also a connection between that stupid Hagrid and that half-breed Harry Potter... This one can drive all these hated guys out of Hogwarts...
what!
Malfoy was flattered and very happy.
"Who?" Quirrell exclaimed.
This caused Malfoy to shrink back behind the statue immediately, and he quickly left the corner against the wall.
He didn't want to be discovered at this critical moment, making these guys cancel their original plan.
Malfoy was going to take the stolen goods out of hand and get these guys out of Hogwarts.
……
"Malfoy, don't you want to eat?"
Goyle looked at the untouched large piece of sausage on Malfoy's plate, drooling and his eyes were straight.
Normally Malfoy would still say a few words about him, but now his attention is completely on the passage he just heard from Quirrell and McGuffin.
Malfoy drank the half glass of milk in his hand and looked towards the long Gryffindor table.
Sure enough, poor Ron Weasley was discussing something with Mudblood Granger Hermione, and it was very intense.
Then MacGuffin Albert also started to interject, which made Malfoy make up his mind, and he pushed the contents of the plate to Goyle, who had a mouth full of kebabs but was greedy for sausages on his plate.
Standing up, he came a few paces away from Harry and listened to their discussion.
——Sure enough, these idiots don't know how to hide it at all.
Ron, the red-haired idiot, is constantly trying to get Hermione to let him skip class to watch the dragon hatch!
——The little dragon is out of its shell!
These few words caught Malfoy's attention.
"Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought, but where can a dragon be hidden?"
Without thinking too much, Malfoy connected everything.
——Only Hagrid, a woodsman, could keep a baby dragon unobtrusively.
At this time, Harry glanced at him, and the conversation of several people stopped, and they all turned to look at Malfoy.
Malfoy had never been so comfortable and complacent, especially when he saw the surprised, scared and worried expressions on the faces of several people.
Afterwards, he gave several people a feel-good smile.
— very sunny and golden.
(End of this chapter)
Wednesday morning, Slytherin common room.
Malfoy sat on his favorite carved coral chair, looking out at the deep green lake bottom through the crystal window.
He said nothing, his face dull.
Malfoy had been like this for months.
Ever since the McGuffin cast the diarrhea spell in the hallway, no, after losing to the mad wizard McGuffin in a 'tragic' dance pose in the Christmas duel, he has been depressed, especially after he just woke up from the bed.
Even seeing squid tentacles flitting across the lake with large shadows did not cheer him up.
Not to mention the rumors among the other senior Slytherins about belittling his family, that the Malfoys were gone too, being insulted repeatedly by a muggle mudblood.
This made Draco Malfoy difficult in his father's Mudblood Club.
—Easy to say, that MacGuffin Albert is pure madness!A lunatic with no scruples.If these cowards go up, they don't know what kind of embarrassment they have been made into.
Malfoy thought indignantly.
At this time, Goyle and Crabbe came from the direction of their dormitory on the other side, and they seemed to have just woken up.
"Malfoy, is it time for breakfast?"
"Let's go, hurry up and eat. I heard that there are kebabs, sausages and toast this morning..."
As he spoke, Crabbe wiped his saliva, and Goyle swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, even Malfoy, who was still two or three steps away, could clearly hear him.
——These two fans!
Malfoy thought to himself, but it was these two followers who were always two beats behind that made him feel at ease. He could also safely tell these two guys some of his own words, and let them do some things, so he didn't have to worry about them betraying him.
Before class, Malfoy was depressed and avoided other people wandering in the corridors of Hogwarts Castle. He always felt that other people's eyes were full of contempt and ridicule towards him.
"It was McGuffin who caused me to become what I am now, and I must find a way to get revenge..."
Suddenly, Malfoy made an unexpected discovery.
"Look what I see?"
Malfoy was stunned by this unexpected 'surprise'.
He hurriedly hid behind a stone statue made up of unknown animals, tried his best to hide his figure, and carefully looked at the door of Quirrell's office.
there--
He was 'minding' what MacGuffin Albert was talking to Quirinus Quirrell, an incompetent stuttering Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
The strange thing is that this Quirrell is not at all like the usual submissive and stuttering look, but with a cold face, ordering McGuffin something in an orderly tone.
"Okay?... No wonder this guy McGuffin has improved so much, he was able to defeat himself at Christmas. It turns out that this guy Quirrell taught McGuffin a little lesson in private."
Marton suddenly 'understood' the 'real reason' for his loss in the duel contest.
——It's not that our army is too incompetent, but that the enemy army is cheating.
"And Quirrell, who usually pretends to be timid and stammering, must have something to do with the McGuffins in private? I must find evidence that they broke the law. If possible, I can not only drive that annoying McGuffin Albert out of school, but even break his wand, or even better - put his trial in Azkaban and let those dementors guard him..." Malfoy was very excited, and his heart beat faster when he thought of this.
"In this way, maybe I can get a Hogwarts Special Contribution Medal... It may be the first time in history that such a young medal owner!... This should be able to wash away the shame that the MacGuffin brought to myself and the Malfoy family!"
——As for Quirrell?
Malfoy had long felt that this guy was not a good guy. He really didn't understand how such a guy became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He once joked with Goyle and Crabbe that 'maybe a pig wearing that big purple scarf of his can also be a professor'.
(Though there were a few sleepovers on Halloween—that big purple scarf had somehow given Malfoy a long nightmare, an experience Malfoy never told anyone else about.)
Thinking about it now, this Quirrell is full of doubts, which makes him feel a little hesitant. If Quirrell is a dark wizard... maybe he can contact his father to see if he knows this guy!
However, when Malfoy thought of McGuffin, he immediately decided in his heart that it was definitely not a good thing for Quirrell to be mixed with a mudblood, and he had nothing to do with their family. He had to investigate what conspiracy was hidden behind these two guys?
—send them to Azkaban.
Mal pricked up his ears, trying to figure out exactly what Quirrell told the MacGuffin.
"...Hagrid...dragon...Harry..."
Only these few words were vaguely heard, and the dragon instantly attracted Malfoy's attention, making his breathing a little thicker.
——This is a real hammer, whether it is privately breeding dragons or hunting dragons in private, it is a serious violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic. What's even better is that there is also a connection between that stupid Hagrid and that half-breed Harry Potter... This one can drive all these hated guys out of Hogwarts...
what!
Malfoy was flattered and very happy.
"Who?" Quirrell exclaimed.
This caused Malfoy to shrink back behind the statue immediately, and he quickly left the corner against the wall.
He didn't want to be discovered at this critical moment, making these guys cancel their original plan.
Malfoy was going to take the stolen goods out of hand and get these guys out of Hogwarts.
……
"Malfoy, don't you want to eat?"
Goyle looked at the untouched large piece of sausage on Malfoy's plate, drooling and his eyes were straight.
Normally Malfoy would still say a few words about him, but now his attention is completely on the passage he just heard from Quirrell and McGuffin.
Malfoy drank the half glass of milk in his hand and looked towards the long Gryffindor table.
Sure enough, poor Ron Weasley was discussing something with Mudblood Granger Hermione, and it was very intense.
Then MacGuffin Albert also started to interject, which made Malfoy make up his mind, and he pushed the contents of the plate to Goyle, who had a mouth full of kebabs but was greedy for sausages on his plate.
Standing up, he came a few paces away from Harry and listened to their discussion.
——Sure enough, these idiots don't know how to hide it at all.
Ron, the red-haired idiot, is constantly trying to get Hermione to let him skip class to watch the dragon hatch!
——The little dragon is out of its shell!
These few words caught Malfoy's attention.
"Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought, but where can a dragon be hidden?"
Without thinking too much, Malfoy connected everything.
——Only Hagrid, a woodsman, could keep a baby dragon unobtrusively.
At this time, Harry glanced at him, and the conversation of several people stopped, and they all turned to look at Malfoy.
Malfoy had never been so comfortable and complacent, especially when he saw the surprised, scared and worried expressions on the faces of several people.
Afterwards, he gave several people a feel-good smile.
— very sunny and golden.
(End of this chapter)
