The flames of jealousy were about to burn Draco's pale blonde hair.

All day, he glared at Harry with hatred. Lin An swore that if he hadn't been in the middle, Draco would have rushed forward and had no head or brains to put aside his noble dignity and fight Harry!

Quidditch, that's Quidditch!

However, this patience was finally shattered when Harry secretly tried to talk to Lin An in private, and he angrily stopped Lin An as he was about to walk out of the lounge:

"The famous Harry Potter now has so many friends and all the perks at school that he can even make it to the Quidditch team! Lin An, he doesn't lack a friend from you at all."

Oh, poor little darling.

"Does anyone need to find a friend with anything missing?"

She looked at Draco with a smile, "Look, you call him Scarhead, you're so angry with him behind your back, you even taunt him to his face. But Harry has never scolded you so often in front of me."

Of course, in private, he and Ron knew what to say about the sinister and cunning Malfoy.

"Draco, the reason Harry is now known as a catastrophe is not because of how special he is, but because both of his parents died fighting the Dark Lord."

Lin An Zhengse Road.

Draco's face turned white.

He was only an eleven-year-old boy, and the shadow of the Dark Lord firmly suppressed all the nobles. Even if the smug Wesley family is not in the aristocratic circle, Ron will also have a miserable face when he mentions the Dark Lord.

Draco's expression could almost be called shaky at this moment.

Because in the battle of the Dark Lord, they are clearly in the villain. Now he can live in peace and stability, all thanks to Lucius's turnover, including but not limited to bribery.

and I don't know how much gold gallons were spent and how many family treasures were given away......

Lin An looked at him, "Don't you understand? Draco, the glory of a hero doesn't last that long."

"Harry is still being taken seriously, proving that sooner or later, the Dark Lord will make a comeback. His presence is an inspiration to all who dare to resist."

Draco's expression was on the verge of crying.

His body trembled, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face: "You're talking nonsense, my dad said he—"

The Dark Lord is like a terrorist, and the shadow hangs over all the people of the wizarding world.

In fact, it is difficult for Lin An, who was born in China, to understand this feeling, because she has been protected by the motherland since she was a child, and she has never had such a strong depression, and she can't empathize.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but hug Draco again.

"Don't be afraid, it's just my guess. It's not for these reasons and conditions that I'm going to be friends with you and Harry."

"I know Quidditch is important to you, and maybe you'll want to practice hard in the summer and bring your latest broomstick to school for team selection when you're in your second year."

Draco's fearful thoughts were finally pulled back.

His trembling body gradually calmed down, the shadow of the Dark Lord dissipated, and he instantly remembered the preferential treatment Harry had received, but for some reason, the intense jealousy and reluctance dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

In the end, he slumped his shoulders and stood in place, letting the girl's warm embrace embrace him, and then he muttered unwillingly:

"Quidditch isn't a big deal. I'm not going to be a professional player in the future."