Chapter 823

Chapter 823 Fanwai – Malfoy Fanwai!!

Because I wasn’t very happy with Worley, I left the team and went back. Warley probably didn’t notice me and wouldn’t punish me anyway.

As I walked, I saw Harry Potter.

Harry Potter had just been called away by the old woman McGonagall, and I laughed at him for definitely getting expelled.

My dad is a school director! He is not!

Although I also know that the boy who will not die will not be expelled, but I still have to think about it, what if it is realized?

As a result, Scarhead laughed at me, saying that no matter how arrogant I was, I was also cleaned up by Darren, and I was still angry when I said this!

If my dad hadn’t known at the beginning, how could he have let Darren~ be left outside?

If I had brought Darren home, he would be my brother, and he would definitely be behind me now, facing me, not towards this scar!

I got angry and told them loudly that we were going to have a duel between wizards.

Actually, I’m just talking.

I’m pretty good though, I thought.

But I’m not going to duel Harry Potter.

The Son of the Death Eater duel Harry Potter, it’s a big deal, I can’t do that, I’ll just talk about it.

Unexpectedly, that Weasley directly agreed.

A fool who lacks heart!

I really want to curse.

What’s going on with you?

But it has already been agreed, then grit your teeth and go down. Of course, I immediately had a great idea.

I was going to let Filch go and get them at night.

So cool!

The thought that the two of them would have to fuck off tomorrow made me almost laugh.

Of course, Harry Potter certainly wouldn’t have been expelled, but that Weasley.

I triumphantly wanted to leave, but Darren found out again.

I was about to slip away.

Can’t let him beat me up, right? The person who knows the time is Junjie.

Of course, when I was leaving, I wanted him to go back with me.

As a result, he didn’t even go back.

He is really not afraid of pain! I was a little angry.

Then he turned around and saw Miss Warley coming.

I narrowed my eyes.

Get away from them.

Interesting.

Miss Warley likes Darren?

She was too obvious, really too obvious.

With her, maybe she can bring back that little fool, right? I walked back to Slytherin.

Then looking back to see the progress, who knew I saw Darren pulling on Snape’s sleeve and running again.

I thought Snape would be angry, but I always felt that Snape didn’t seem to be that angry.

Maybe that’s what I’m thinking too much.

So after I sat back here Darren, he smiled and asked, “You dare to Rusnep’s sleeve, he just taught you a lesson, right?” ”

He nodded. Looks pitiful.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape was quite insidious, but if he taught it in person, he wouldn’t have to worry about the night.

Dad received the Harry Potter blood I sent.

He didn’t really want to experiment with Harry Potter blood in front of me.

But I threatened him that if he wouldn’t let me see it, I would tell my mother.

Seriously, I think Dad is quite hypocritical.

He is very good to his mother, in fact, if he has an illegitimate child outside, his mother will not be angry.

Mom is the noble daughter of the Black family, she knows what she has to do, she won’t make a fuss, she will at most take back her love for her father.

But Dad didn’t want to.

He wanted his mother’s liking, but he was stingy and unwilling to invest his liking with his mother.

I think he should let his mother know who he really is.

It’s a pity he made me swear.

Otherwise, I don’t know if Harry Potter is his bloodline.

I hesitated for a second and still swore an oath.

Then I was able to watch my dad use a blood spell on Harry Potter’s blood.

The result is comfortable.

Harry Potter is not my brother. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Dad is the same.

He said that he also wanted to come to the school and make an unbreakable vow with me, afraid that I would tell me.

I don’t care too much.

Anyway, I readily agreed.

I’m still getting proud and telling Filch about their duel with me in the prize room that night!

I’m expecting that Weasley to get out! It’s a pity that my wish did not come true.

The next day they still sat there and ate, alas! Why didn’t the professors expel them?

I complained.

Then I saw a broom appear inside the line where the owl sent something.

It looks like two thousand light wheels.

Who is it?

Can it be as cool as my Malfoy? What do I see as a result?

That’s Scar’s?

Who bought it for Scar?

Scarhead doesn’t seem to be a rich man either, who gave him a real broom? I almost subconsciously followed.

Sure enough, it was two thousand light wheels.

But why?

I saw the professors coming, and I sued the professors.

As a result, the professor said he knew.

Know…… me off!

First-graders can bring brooms to school, how did my son of the school director not know?

Harry Potter is so privileged? I thought indignantly.

Then when he turned back, he saw Darren’s envious eyes.

I was a little ashamed in my heart.

I have a broom, and so does Harry Potter.

Just he didn’t?

So I told my dad that night.

Dad said he would buy him a handful in my name.

I thought he would get a broom, and then he was moved to call my brother.

As a result, early the next morning, a bunch of brooms came.

I saw Darren’s face stiffen with laughter.

Watch as my broom gets retreated.

I sighed, not expecting that this would not please him.

Because of the broom thing, I never found a place to please him, so I didn’t cause trouble.

In fact, it was just to cause trouble, and he didn’t pay much attention to me.

He always watched me and Harry Potter argue with a smile, and I always felt that the fighting style of the two of us was a rookie pecking at each other in his eyes.

It made me lose interest in arguing with Harry Potter.

The day of Halloween.

I heard he had a fight with Scarhead and Weasley.

It was said to be for that Mudblood girl.

Looking at his unhappy appearance, I wanted to comfort him.

But thinking of my temper, I was afraid to comfort him when the time came, and blurted out the three words of Mudblood, which did not comfort him, but took revenge.

He was always angry that I looked down on people.

But how could Malfoy’s young master be able to look down on others?

Let’s just say that those noble young masters, if they want to integrate into the circle of nobles, don’t they all have to scold a few Mudbloods? This is aristocratic mockery.

If Malfoy’s heirs hadn’t looked down on a Mudblood girl, others would have thought that Malfoy wanted to join Dumbledore.

Dad will definitely be angry because of this rumor.

So I can’t help but say.

Malfoy’s aristocratic face needs my struggle.

Although I didn’t fight very well.

But Dad didn’t care if I did well or not.

He told me that it’s good to be stupid.

It is said that it is still possible that the mysterious man will return.

If I were smart, the mysterious man would make me a Death Eater too.

I’d better not be too smart from the start…