Chapter 990 Draco's Master Temperament

Chapter 990: Draco's Master Temperament

The incident started when Draco Malfoy, the protagonist of the second part, "The Everyday Life of Warriors", talked about Vincent's physical training in front of the camera.

"I admit that Wayne's training has made me stronger, but we are wizards. Why should we use manual labor to solve things that can be solved with magic? This is not wizardly at all."

As he was talking, Harry and Ron happened to pass by the corner of the corridor in the distance.

The moment Gary pointed the camera at the two of them, Draco's British aristocratic demeanor disappeared.

Although he still looked elegant and calm, his tone had noticeably cooled.

"Oh - yes, we can see that Mr. Potter has grown a lot bigger, but I don't think it will be beneficial to the game."

The moment Gary turned the camera back to him, his aristocratic demeanor returned.

"I know some wizards will not believe me, but I will prove it to you all."

After saying this, he walked towards Harry with a confident and calm step.

"Potter, let's have a competition."

Harry stared at the camera blankly, "Sorry, Malfoy, we have classes later."

Draco, with his back to the camera, had a mocking look on his face, "Don't worry, I won't disturb you for too long."

This nasty and annoying expression instantly made Harry's blood pressure soar.

I won't disturb you for too long? What does that mean? Does it mean the competition will be over soon?

Not to mention Harry, even Ron almost swore in front of the camera.

"Malfoy, we're busy."

Draco didn't even look at Ron. "Well, Potter, you must be eager to know the results of your hard training, right?"

"Okay." Harry agreed with a frown, "Where shall we compete?"

Draco glanced around. "Right here in the corridor. Whoever falls first loses."

Harry nodded, took off his school robes, handed them to Ron and began to back away.

When they were about the same distance apart, Draco turned around with a smile and said, "Mr. Weir, could you please be the referee for this competition?"

"No problem." Gary raised his hand to signal the two to get ready.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Draco looked at Harry with contempt as he rushed towards him.

I'm not a monster like Wayne. No matter how fast I run, I can't escape his curse.

He quickly pulled out his wand and chanted the spell, "Stupefy!"

With a "whoosh", Harry turned his head to avoid the orange-red spell he cast.

"Quickly imprison him!"

Without thinking, Harry rushed to the wall and kicked hard.

Before the spell could fire, he knocked Draco down with a hard shoulder.

"Snap—" A small hole was created in the ceiling by the binding spell.

As Draco sat up, a wand was suddenly pointed at his forehead.

Harry's face was filled with joy, "I win, Malfoy."

The competition was indeed over quickly, but the result was not what Draco expected.

Potter...How could Potter dodge his spell and even give him a hard shoulder butt.

No, it's not Poter! It must be that bastard Wayne pretending to be him!

Draco, with a distorted expression, didn't know that Gally's camera was pointed at him.

"Okay, Potter, I underestimated you." He pushed away the wand pointing at his forehead and stood up. "Come on, let's have another competition. I won't let you down this time."

"Pfft——" Ron on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It was he who proposed the competition. Now he has lost and refuses to admit it. He even wants to compete again. He is too shameless.

Harry put away his wand, "Malfoy, I told you we are still in a hurry to go to class. If you want to continue the competition, go find someone else."

Draco stared at him with resentment, "What? Are you scared?"

Gary put down the recording device on his shoulder and said, "You two, I don't need to tell you the result of the competition, right? Mr. Malfoy, you were the first to fall. According to your rules -"

"I was careless!" Draco stared at Harry, "I didn't expect Potter to rush towards me so violently."

Gary shook the recording device in his hand with an embarrassed look on his face, "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter still has to go to class, why don't we -"

"Shut up!" Draco raised his chin proudly. "I told you, I want to have another competition with Pott. You just stay by my side and record the whole process."

Gary couldn't help but frown at the young master's temper.

It’s not a big deal to have a few bucks at home. He was so kind as not to continue recording, but you really don’t know what’s good for you, right?

"Po Te, I have seen through your barbarian methods. Don't try to take shortcuts this time!"

Draco always thought that Harry was on the same level as himself, so he would not easily accept reality.

However, in Gary's eyes, this behavior is just pestering.

He reluctantly picked up the recording equipment again, hoping that this would calm the willful young master down a little.

"Get out of the way!" Draco pushed the camera away with force. If Gary hadn't reacted quickly enough, the recording equipment sponsored by Wayne Enterprises would have fallen to the ground.

Seeing this, Harry reluctantly agreed to the second game.

Just as the two were about to start, Vincent and Hermione turned into the corridor.

Draco's face darkened instantly.

He wasn't pretending, he actually lost to Pott, "Wayne, you have nothing to do here, go to your class with Granger."

Vincent looked puzzledly at himself and Harry who were ready, then at Gary who was carrying the recording equipment.

"Hmm? Are you guys competing?"

"Yeah." Ron glared at Draco angrily, "Harry won the first game, but Malfoy wasn't satisfied and wanted to get back at him."

"Nonsense!" Draco caught a glimpse of Gary approaching slowly from the corner of his eye, and tried his best to soften his expression.

Continuing to argue about it would only result in more harm than good. His father would definitely find a way to cut out the part where he lost.

"Potter, go to class. We'll compete another day."

He was a willful young master one second and an elegant gentleman the next.

Draco walked past Vincent and Hermione with a confident and calm pace, as if nothing had happened just now.

Gary nodded to the four people and then quickly followed them carrying the recording equipment.

Needless to say, Draco must have relied on his rich father and thought he could cut out all the clips that would have a negative impact.

If it were in the past, when the Department of Magical News did not have an official director and internal management was in chaos, Lucius could have done whatever he wanted.

But now with the iron-faced old Barty, bribery would certainly not work, and even bringing up Fudge would probably be of no use.

Of course, the reality was not what Draco wished. "The Everyday Life of a Malfoy Warrior" was almost uncut, fully presenting the arrogance and domineering nature of this young master.

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