Chapter Seventy-Two: The Platinum Boy
Fang Yan and Qiu Zhang were standing on the side of the carriage door at this time, and they were about to take a step, but they were forced to stop because the three people who suddenly came in blocked the carriage door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
The boy's platinum blonde hair was particularly conspicuous, and Fang Yan recognized his identity at a glance, and couldn't help but reach out to stop Qiu Zhang, who was about to open his mouth to let the other party give way, and began to pay attention to the plot that was about to appear.
"So, that's you, isn't it?" Inside the carriage, the boy looked at Harry with an interested look.
Harry was stunned, and immediately recognized the pale boy he had met in Madame Morkin's robes shop.
"Yes." Harry said. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the other two boys, and saw that they were both short and ugly, somewhat like miniature versions of his cousin Dudley. At this time, the two of them stood on either side of the little white face, one on each side, almost like a pair of his bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle." The pale boy noticed that Harry was watching them, and said casually, seeing that he didn't care much about his two henchmen, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. ”
Ron coughed lightly to keep from laughing.
Originally, everyone's attention was focused on the confrontation between Draco Malfoy and Harry, and at this time, Ron couldn't help but be attracted to it.
Draco Malfoy looked at him as well.
"You think my name is ridiculous, don't you? Don't ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasleys were red-haired, freckle-ridden, and too many to have children. ”
He turned to Harry and said, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better off than others, Potter. You don't want to make friends with someone else. I can help you at this point. ”
He reached out to shake Harry's hand, but Harry didn't answer.
"I think I can tell who's out of the ordinary, thank you." Harry said coldly, expressionless.
Looking at Draco Malfoy, who looked arrogant and aristocratic, Harry couldn't help but compare him to the dialect in his heart.
Both of them are also from large families (Fang Yan is now a member of the Abbott family, and the Abbot family and the Malfoy family are both one of the twenty-eight sacred pure-blood families), and they are equally good in appearance (both are better than themselves), and their attitude towards them is different from that of wizards who also recognize their identity (like Ron?). ), with the same kindness to themselves (tongue hehe).
Yes, goodwill! Harry, who grew up in a hostile environment, is actually very sensitive deep down and can keenly sense other people's attitudes towards him. He hadn't lost sight of the kindness hidden in Draco Malfoy's somewhat unkind tone, but Harry had chosen to refuse.
Harry knew that as long as he reached out and shook the boy across from him at this time, he would gain a friendship no less than that of Ron Weasley, and the other party's family power would be of greater help to him in the future. But he still chose to refuse.
There were many reasons for this, such as the fact that he had to consider the feelings of his new friend Ron, and that Draco Malfoy was from a dark wizard family, and that associating with him was not in a good reputation for his savior. But these are not the most important things, there are ways to solve them. The most important reason was that Draco Malfoy's attitude was so arrogant, which Harry did not like.
Since his contact with the wizarding world, the wizards Harry has come into contact with have the same attitude towards him, such as amazement, compliment, admiration, etc., even if there is such an outlier as dialect, but under the mature communication skills of dialect, Harry quickly forgot the pressure and impoliteness brought to him by dialect's gaze.
Draco Malfoy is different, although he also has good intentions towards him, and even really wants to make friends with him in his heart, but just the arrogance inadvertently revealed in Draco Malfoy's tone makes Harry understand that he and Draco Malfoy are not all the way at all. So he simply rejected the olive branch offered by Draco Malfoy.
After the words of refusal, Harry glanced to the side from the corner of his eye. He found that Ron on the side really showed a look of satisfaction and gratitude on his face, so the last trace of regret in his heart disappeared.
"Rejecting a Draco Malfoy who was not on the wrong path for me and gaining a deeper friendship and affection for Ron was the most suitable choice for me." Harry thought silently.
Fang Yan, who had been standing next to him and watching coldly, quietly took all the small movements of Harry Potter into his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help flashing a hint of color.
"It seems that we have to get to know our savior friends again."
Seeing that Draco Malfoy was about to start sarcastically again because of Harry's refusal, Fang Yan couldn't help but be a little impatient, he didn't have the interest in watching children quarrel all the time, even if the actors in this play were the protagonists of this world.
"Excuse me, please borrow it." He spoke lightly, his soft and deep voice particularly clear in the quiet carriage at this time.
Draco Malfoy's intention to speak harshly to Harry Potter was suddenly broken by the sound of the tongue, and the words he was about to say were swallowed.
"Who are you?" Turning around, Draco Malfoy asked, his eyes fixed on the dialect, a hint of caution in his tone.
When he came in just now, he only had Harry Potter in his eyes, and he didn't pay too much attention to the other people in the carriage, but at this moment, as soon as his attention was taken away from Harry Potter, he immediately noticed the difference in Fang Yan's temperament.
"Excuse me, please borrow it." Fang Yan did not answer his words, but repeated what he had just said in an extremely flat tone.
Draco Malfoy's eyes flashed with anger, and a faint flush appeared on his pale cheeks.
He was about to say something, but found that he couldn't say a word under the gaze of the dialect's eyes.
"Goo-toot!" Draco Malfoy swallowed a mouthful of spit, the flat look in Fang Yan's eyes putting a lot of pressure on him. Just now, he inadvertently met Fang Yan's eyes, and in a trance, he thought that he was standing in front of him with characters like his father and godfather, and a heavy pressure surged into his heart.
"Please!" Malfoy's expression was a little respectful to move away from the car door, and seeing that Goyle and Crabbe were still standing there, he couldn't help but smash it with one elbow, "Why don't you give way to others, what are you doing standing there stupidly!" ”
"Oh," the two of them quickly moved away as if they were awake, they didn't dare offend Draco Malfoy.