Back door.

There are many ways to understand it.

Like the back door in Dudley's mouth earlier, it obviously refers to another entrance and exit of this school.

It's just that in a country with a wide range of interests and a relatively special level, his back door is easy for Louis to misunderstand.

Malfoy, on the other hand, went home through the back door of the school except for the neighbor's school.

He was close to Harry and Dudley from the back door of the school, and Narcissa waited at the back door of the school to pick him up, which was undoubtedly a white lie he had made up.

Because.

The person who brought him home was not Narcissa at all, but a house elf from the Malfoy family.

Arriving at the back door of the school with his heart in mind, and looking up at the empty streets around him, Malfoy smiled self-deprecatingly and snapped his fingers.

"Smack..."

With the slight sound of snapping his fingers, the poorly dressed Dalton suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air, bent down and asked respectfully, "Young Master Draco, are you going home?" ”

"Hmm."

Malfoy nodded and asked calmly, "Is Mommy at home?" ”

"Uh..."

Dalton was slightly stunned and asked rhetorically, "Master Draco, your... Which home is it? ”

"Idiot!"

With a hard kick on Dalton's body, Malfoy yelled a little irritably: "Daddy doesn't allow me to go back before school holidays, which home are you and mine?" ”

"Ming... Understood, Master Draco. ”

Dalton knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "In... At home. ”

"Then you can take me home directly."

"Yes..."

Holding Malfoy's hand gently as usual, Dalton took a deep breath and led him back to the Malfoys' villa in the Muggle world using Apparition.

Enduring a little discomfort, Malfoy viciously withdrew his palm, and hurriedly took out his handkerchief and wiped it.

Meanwhile.

Narcissa's voice came from the living room:

"Honey, are you back?"

"Yes, Mom."

The basketball that was thrown next to him, and the schoolbag was naturally organized by the house elves, Malfoy, who was in a bad mood, smiled reluctantly, walked up to Narcissa and asked:

"Where's Daddy? Won't he come today? ”

"Uh-huh..."

Bending down and hugging Malfoy hard, Narcissa smiled as they parted, "Draco, your dad has been busy with things on the other side of Tumble Alley lately, and I'll come back to see you when I have time." ”

"How do you feel at school today?"

"Are you happy?"

"Open... Happy..."

In response to Narcissa's question, Malfoy seemed to see Louis again, and then asked the question he had hidden in his heart:

"Mom, when can I go to Hogwarts?"

"How?"

Narcissa frowned and asked, "Draco, are you dissatisfied with this Muggle school?" If you are not satisfied, I will arrange for you to transfer to another school? ”

"No, no, no!"

Malfoy shook his head vigorously and said, "I'm just curious, Mom, can you and Dad defeat the trolls when you're in first grade?" ”

"Trolls? Of course not! ”

Stroking Malfoy's hair, Narcissa laughed, "Draco, even though Hogwarts is a good school of witchcraft and wizardry, even the best Slytherin students can't have the ability to defeat trolls in their first year. ”

"Of course."

The smile on Narcissa's face stiffened, and she continued:

"Maybe that person is an exception."

"Got it?"

Malfoy nodded a few times as if he didn't understand, and replied, "Understood, Mom." ”

"That's... Draco, are you hungry? Let's talk over dinner? ”

"No, Mom, I'm going to go back to my homework first."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you to have dinner later."

"Hmm."

Two of them.

Malfoy tugged at Dalton's freshly placed bag and walked slowly to his room on the second floor.

However, when he sat on the chair and took out the homework assigned by the school teacher from his school bag, Malfoy suddenly thought of something, sighed deeply, and said in his heart:

"Daddy..."

"Isn't it really good?"

In the past, Malfoy's most respected person was his father, Lucius Malfoy, who seemed to be able to solve any problem that gave his mother Narcissa a headache.

But just when Malfoy subconsciously thought that his father, Lucius Malfoy, was also fearless, overheard the private conversation of his parents, Malfoy knew the name of Rao, and even heard from his parents' words that they were afraid of that Rao.

"How terrible is that Randi?"

Malfoy was curious.

It wasn't long before he snuck into the man's victory, and heard about Harry's heroic deeds.

Thereupon.

Malfoy developed a yearning for Harry, believing that the person who could replace his father and rule the entire wizarding world must be Harry.

Even later, when Malfoy saw the second object that his father feared, that is, the Grindelwald heir who Louis manipulated the basilisk clone to disguise, Malfoy felt that there was nothing to be afraid of the heirs of the first generation of the Dark Lord, and only Harry, who defeated the second generation of the Dark Lord, was the real king.

So, no matter how much he hated going to a Muggle school, Malfoy was willing to stay there today.

There, after all...

He and Harry became friends.

And in close contact, Harry Potter, who saved the wizarding world from the cross, did not disappoint Malfoy.

He was as good and knowledgeable as he was rumored, and at an early age he understood the mysteries of wandless spelling, and was even willing to share his knowledge of magic with others.

But.

When Malfoy is willing to give up the pride of a pure-blood wizard and secretly decides that he wants to follow in Harry's footsteps and climb the highest peak of the wizarding world with him in the future, Harry's brother Louie, who always talks about him, appears.

I never expected that.

The gap between Harry and Louis was so big.

Moreover, there are so many people who are more magically gifted than Harry in the first year of Hogwarts alone.

Suddenly.

Countless unacceptable realities lay out in front of him, making Malfoy's mood extremely anxious and struggling.

"Why is it that the lowly mudblood in the mouth of Mom and Dad can do what countless pure-blood wizards can't do in the first grade?"

"And why..."

"A Mudblood is qualified to be the older brother who teaches Harry Potter?"

The expression on Malfoy's face flickered and darkened, and he finally remembered what Harry had said, and finally threw away the textbook in his hand and let out a long sigh.

"Harry seems to have listened to that Louie..."

"If you study hard, you can surpass the top students?"

With a secret sigh of thought, Malfoy looked at his textbook still on the ground, suddenly full of energy.

From now on.

He.

Draco Malfoy, a noble pure-blood wizard, would no longer blindly worship anyone or follow in anyone's footsteps.

Because of the people he admires...

became himself!

"I..."

"To be king!"