"I'll definitely tell my dad that he's going to be kicked out."

The first thing Malfoy did when he woke up and found out he was okay was yelling at his dad.

In addition to bragging about how his dad was all day long, he sued his dad.

It's like some bear kids.

He can do anything is really thanks to the potion on Carlo's side, otherwise that knot alone would keep him from going to bed for three days, of course, if it's too short... Small... Maybe it'll be fine.

Malfoy's personality is like this, as long as he is fine, he will jump again, but he can jump, but he can itch. According to the original trajectory, he would 'battle his wits and courage' with Harry's trio for six years, until Voldemort returned...

"Draco! Don't say it! ”

As soon as he heard Malfoy say this, a short-haired girl next to him who was shoulder-high with his sister's head hurriedly covered his mouth, for fear that he would continue to talk and cause public outrage.

"This is Richmond's order, do you want to disobey him?"

The girl's name is Pansy Parkinson.

As a first-grader, she naturally participated in last night's incident.

When I think about what happened that night... Pansy felt a dull pain in her ass.

No one escapes the sanctions of the Ass Destroyer, and she certainly hasn't been spared.

The events of that night were already taboo in the whole of Slytherin, and they were absolutely silent.

"What's so great about Richmond, it's just the Caro family, he's only a few years before me, I'll tell my dad... Well, I'm not going to say it. ”

As Pansy watched, Malfoy's voice grew smaller and smaller, until it was almost inaudible to him.

Not everyone buys his Malfoy's account, such as the Caro family of the seventh-year prefect and the Parkinson family of Pansy are completely worthy of Malfoy.

Everyone is on the same level, and no one can be scared.

"Draco!"

Pansy shouted, motioning for him to say no more.

The events of that night had already made many young wizards unhappy with Malfoy.

They lost, under Malfoy.

Slytherin is only on the side of the victors.

And why everyone's... It all hurts, only you Malfoy are okay? Of course, there were still Crabbe and Goyle who were not beaten, but they were petrified and used as weapons, and seeing how they were trembling now, no one wanted to trade with them.

It's a pity that he didn't think about it at all, and he didn't notice that the Slytherin wizards in the lounge all cast unkind looks at him.

"For the sake of the Carlo family, I won't bother with this kind of barbarian, I hope he won't provoke me again, otherwise I will want him to look good."

Malfoy's mouth was hard all over his body.

In fact, Malfoy just shouted a few words, and said that he really didn't dare to provoke Dudley since yesterday.

Look at Goyle and Crabbe, the two poor little chubby duns, who now tremble unconsciously at the sight of the words Dudley or Dursley, and can't even walk normally, obviously suffering great psychological damage.

When I asked them, they didn't say anything, they just trembled.

Malfoy, who fainted first and then fell into a coma spell, was undoubtedly lucky, but Goyle and Crabbe were different, although they were awake despite the Sinopec curse, they completely experienced the feeling of being used as a weapon by others.

Malfoy thought he wasn't much better mentally than the two of them.

In terms of self-knowledge, Malfoy still has it.

He's just arrogant, not stupid.

But when he said this, he didn't think so in his heart, and if he didn't provoke Dudley, it didn't mean that he wouldn't mess with others.

'Well, it's Professor Snape's Potions class this Friday, and I'll let you know. ’

He Malfoy didn't believe that a wizard born in a Muggle family would know potions?

Snape was an old friend of his father's, and he would certainly be directed towards him, if only a little bit... Is it possible, you still dare to hit the professor?

Hehe, there's a good show to watch.

Unfortunately, Malfoy was a little early in his joy, and it was only Monday and Friday was still four days away.

I have to say that Dudley is really very accurate in seeing people, or he has a very accurate grasp of the psychology of people like Malfoy.

"Isn't this Malfoy? So coincidentally, you're also in class? ”

He hadn't taken a few steps when a sound sounded behind him that had given him nightmares all night.

Accompanied by a pure nonsense, as a greeting.

Turning his head stiffly, after seeing that it was Dudley, Malfoy's soul was about to go out of his body, and he forced out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and replied mechanically: "You... Hello. ”

Pansy, who was afraid that Malfoy would clash with Dudley again, saw Malfoy tremble like a mouse and a cat, so he honestly stood aside and said no more.

It wasn't until Dudley was far away that Malfoy let out a long breath and instantly flushed when he saw Pansy beside him.

"I'm just a polite greeting with him, you know, Malfoy is a gentleman."

Malfoy quibbled hard, telling lies he didn't believe himself.

Pansy now believes that Malfoy will never trouble Dudley again.

I just don't know if he'll tell old Malfoy.

Hopefully, Richmond seems to value the barbarian.

"Look, Hermione, I got along very well with my classmate, look how happy he was smiling."

Dudley said solemnly.

Along the way, Hermione was like a wind-up duckling, asking about what happened last night.

It's good to care about yourself, but you can't tell the truth.

"Really?"

Hermione expressed deep suspicion that Malfoy's face didn't look happy.

"How do I feel he's afraid of you?"

Dudley's face turned pale: "This is slander, if you don't believe me, I'll find another person to prove it to you." ”

Pick a lucky viewer at random.

"Hey, that little guy over there."

Dudley shouted at a Slytherin not far away.

"Tell you what, stop..."

As if he hadn't heard, the man quickly quickened his pace.

"If you run again, I'll beat you."

Eventually, under the threat of Dudley's stick, the little one finally stopped, revealing a 'smiley' face that was even uglier than Malfoy's, and stating that Dudley was very popular in Slytherin.

As a result, Hermione was even more suspicious, but she didn't know what was really going on.

...

Although they are holding textbooks, in fact, Hogwarts professors rarely follow the content of the textbook, and most of the content of the class will be carried out according to the professors' preferences, and the degree of freedom is very high.

For example, Professor Sprout of Herbalism gave his first lecture on recognizing white freshness.

That's right, the white fresh essence that Hermione gave Dudley in the morning was extracted from the white fresh.

In fact, Bai Xian only learns the content in the middle and late stages of the first-grade textbook.

I have to say that Professor Sprout is really a very knowledgeable professor.

A lot of the knowledge she imparted was not in the textbooks, including but not limited to two cultivation methods, six cultivation techniques, four disaster prevention and thirty-six uses, which benefited Dudley a lot, and many of the uses he had never thought of, so that at the end of the course, Dudley did not forget to chase Professor Sprout and ask questions.

Aside from the value of personal force, Dudley's best skill is potions, and herbology is the essential foundation of potions.

It can be said that a person who is good at Potions is destined to be excellent in his herbalism, and if he is not good at herbalism, then his Potions must also be terrible.

So Dudley listened very carefully, remembered very seriously, and studied more seriously.

His studious spirit earned Slytherin two points.

Of course, Hermione, who frequently answered the right questions, earned Gryffindor five points.

After class, Hermione looked up at Dudley with a smug expression, as if to say.

'How?' I'm three points more than you. ’

Dudley smiled helplessly and shook his head.

'This little girl's competitiveness is really...'

As a result, Dudley earned ten points in the history of magic in the next hall.

Not used to it at all.

His familiarity with the history of magic over the past few hundred years has led Professor Binns to look at him differently.

I remembered Dudley's name in the current class, although I forgot it in the second class.

In the next Charms lesson, Hermione Ping did her best to earn four points for Gryffindor.

Dudley's side didn't break a fart after waving his wand for a long time, but his pretense of composure and his unique insight into spells made Professor Flitwick give him five points.

And so on, and so on, came to the Friday that Malfoy had been thinking about day and night.

That is, the day of Potions class.