Starting from Harry's hobby, becoming good friends with him was undoubtedly a breakthrough that Malfoy had painstakingly found.

Qi Zheng

Malfoy thinks there is a need for focus.

It's basketball.

During recess, Malfoy could notice that Harry was either staying in his seat to read a book or playing basketball surrounded by a few friends.

Despite being born into a pure-blood wizarding family, Malfoy had a much greater interest in the game of Quidditch and knew little about the rules of basketball in the Muggle world.

However, under the popularization of science by several superficial brothers beside him, the intelligent Malfoy quickly understood the basic rules of basketball, and then looked at Harry, who could cause a group of girls to cheer when he scored a shot, and a flash of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Heh..."

"It's just a simple game of slapping the ball forward and throwing it into the basket, and it's not at all comparable to the technically difficult Quidditch."

"How could Harry Potter in the biography be obsessed with such a stupid game?"

"This game..."

"I'll be able to do it too!"

Secretly sneering, Malfoy asked a cousin if he wanted a basketball, and slapped him twice with a proud face.

And then...

"Walter?"

"Is it so hard?"

A full afternoon of free time.

Don't be like Harry's dashing step-back jumper, and Malfoy, whose pride is completely shattered, suddenly realizes that it is so difficult for him to get good luck.

But give up...

It's absolutely impossible to give up.

Thereupon.

When the bell rang for the end of school, Malfoy had another brilliant idea, and he mustered up the courage to walk up to Harry, who was going to the gym with Dudley, and greeted him with a smile:

"Hey, Harry, excuse me... Can you teach me to play basketball? ”

"Malfoy?"

There were still stains on his shirt, and Dudley, who had a very bad sense of Malfoy, frowned, raised his fist and said, "Why do you want to learn basketball from Harry?" ”

“！”

"What the hell are you up to?"

"I..."

Under the intimidation of his fist, Malfoy couldn't help but take two steps back, and hurriedly defended: "I... I really just want to play basketball..."

"Really?"

Dudley snorted coldly, looked at Harry and said, "Harry, I think he must have some other purpose, don't promise him." ”

"Forget it, Dudley."

Seeing that Dudley and Malfoy looked tense when they met, Harry sighed softly and said, "Malfoy, I remember... You haven't apologized to Dudley yet, have you? ”

"This..."

The pure-blood wizard of the Heart Dao can bend and stretch, Malfoy hesitated for a moment, then turned to Dudley and said, "That... Dudley, I'm sorry for what happened today, and I hope you'll forgive me. ”

"Okay."

Knowing that if he continued to care, it was likely to cause Harry's dissatisfaction, Dudley nodded and said angrily: "For Harry's sake, I will forgive you this time, if there is a next time..."

"Humph!"

Cease.

Dudley raised his fist again, the hint of threat unmistakable.

After gaining Dudley's understanding, Malfoy finally stayed by Harry's side and made his way to the campus gymnasium.

It was just that when a few people were warming up, Harry suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but ask Malfoy, "Malfoy, today is the first time you transferred to another school, didn't your family come to pick you up?" ”

"Yes!"

Malfoy said helplessly when he heard this: "Originally, my mother and I were going to play basketball, and she had to come and see it, you don't know how long I persuaded her, and finally let her go back first." ”

Malfoy stole a glance at Dudley and asked:

"Harry, that's... What about you? ”

Hearing Malfoy's inquiry, enjoying the same treatment as Louis in the past, Harry's eyes twitched a few times, and he was silent for a moment, but Dudley on the side explained:

"Originally, Harry's mother, Mrs. Rogers at school, was with my parents and sent me and Harry to her after school to make up for my homework."

"But..."

"Mrs. Rogers seems to have a date with Mr. Rogers, am I right, Harry?"

Nodding with a wry smile, Harry sighed deeply and said:

"Mom and Dad are always like this, because they always leave me alone at school on dates, hoping that they will remember to pick me up and Dudley after the date, otherwise I will have to go home with Dudley Vardy."

As he spoke, Harry, who picked up the basketball, shook his head, then swept away the previous haze, and greeted with a smile:

"Alright, that's all, let's hurry up and practice!"

Harry's voice had just ended.

"Whoosh!"

Mana is manipulated using teleportation.

Harry's basketball threw into the basket with perfect parabola, which instantly made Malfoy and Dudley dazzle.

Then, when Harry teamed up with Dudley and Malfoy, he started a 3v3 match with the rest of his teammates who stayed on for training.

The highly competitive Malfoy slowly forgot his original intention of playing basketball, and gradually indulged in the charm of competitive sports, which made him gradually fall in love with the sport of basketball, and at the same time, his relationship with Harry and Dudley gradually warmed up, laying the groundwork for their future Muggle school iron triangle.

After a while.

Thanks to Malfoy's brilliant assist, several players lost nearly eighty percent of the game.

on this.

Harry said it didn't matter.

After all, what made him even more sad at this time was Jason, Sophia really only cared about dating, and left him and Dudley on campus and could only take a taxi home.

Dudley...

Just look at his wide-hearted and fat appearance, it doesn't matter if you win or lose the game.

Only Malfoy.

Standing at the school gate with Harry and Dudley, still stubbornly holding the basketball as they waited for Narcissa to pick him up, feeling guilty that he had dragged his feet in the previous game.

Inadvertently meeting Malfoy's guilt-filled eyes, Harry stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, ready to comfort his first wizarding friend.

However, the moment his palm slapped Malfoy's shoulder, Harry suddenly saw a figure pacing in the distance, and quickly frowned and greeted:

"Malfoy, Dudley, let's stay away from that man!"

"Huh?"

Harry's call suddenly echoed in his ears, and Dudley stopped Harry in front of him, while Malfoy, who was in an unhappy mood, looked at the man who came and said with a look of disgust:

"Harry, that man is a vagabond, nothing to be afraid of, right?"

"Malfoy, you'd better listen to Harry, for that's what his brother once told him." Dudley chimed in.

"Brother?"

Malfoy asked curiously, "Harry, you even have an older brother?" What does he tell you? ”

Using magic perception, he was keenly aware that there was a trace of strange magic use attached to the homeless man's body.

Harry stared at the homeless man and narrowed his eyes slightly, while silently manipulating the magic power in his body to barely form a magic shield, and on the other hand, he lowered his voice and said:

"My brother Louis once told me that there are three kinds of people to keep an eye on when outside: homeless people on our side, high school students from island countries, and orphans from the far East."

"These three kinds of people..."

"It's pretty scary!"