Malfoy frowned. He still wanted to be friends with Harry.
This was not a joke.
Harry Potter was the descendant of the ancient Potter family. Although his mother was a Muggle-born witch, she was a witch nonetheless.
By that logic, Harry could also be considered a member of a pure-blood family.
Most importantly, Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived. His name was not only in the newspapers but was also permanently recorded in many books.
Although Malfoy didn't know the names of these books, it didn't stop him from wanting to befriend Harry with the mindset of befriending a celebrity.
Just like his father, he wanted to become the most sought-after pure-blood wizard in the entire magical world.
But now, he had hit Harry's lackey. What should he do?
Apologize?
Absolutely not.
Befriending Harry was just to enhance his own reputation. But apologizing to Harry would be lowering himself a level below Harry, wouldn't it?
This was something Malfoy could absolutely not accept.
If he didn't apologize, he would just have to persuade Harry.
So Malfoy lifted his chin, his golden hair glinting under the light, his proud expression as unchanging as ice.
He spoke slowly, trying to keep his tone calm. "It was an accident."
"He charged at me himself. I was just defending myself."
"I think you can understand, right? After all, you're the Harry Potter."
Malfoy felt he had already lowered his stance enough, but he hadn't expected his expression to successfully remind Harry of the old Dolly.
Every time she "accidentally" knocked him over, Dolly would say it was an accident.
If there were a few more accidents, it wouldn't be surprising if he was one day "accidentally" killed by Dolly.
Of course, that was the past.
Dolly had changed, and Harry had naturally accepted his place in the Dursley family.
As for the Malfoy in front of him, he was like a clumsy clown imitating her.
So Harry also spoke coldly. "I don't quite understand. Couldn't you have dodged?"
"Mr. Potter, your lackey was the one who rushed at me. I was standing in the middle of the corridor. Where was I supposed to dodge?"
"Then why didn't you just drop Neville's toad? Then Neville wouldn't have lunged at you."
"This ugly and stupid toad got my robes dirty. I was just teaching it a little lesson. Is that so wrong?"
With every sentence Harry spoke, he took half a step forward.
Malfoy was not to be outdone. Harry's counterattack made him feel humiliated.
This had nothing to do with the facts. It was purely because Harry was picking a fight with him over such a stupid lackey. This was the one thing Malfoy, who was proud of his pure-blood status, could not accept.
"Harry Potter, I'm talking to you seriously out of respect for your reputation. You'd better not think that makes you the same as me."
Malfoy gave his final ultimatum: "Now, I can let your lackey take back his toad, and this matter ends here. How about it?"
At this moment, Harry suddenly grinned. "I really don't like you. What was your name again? Oh, right, Malfoy."
Malfoy's face instantly flushed red. He looked at Harry in disbelief.
His two cronies behind him, Crabbe and Goyle, even took a step forward, ready to fight at any moment.
But Draco stopped them. "Harry Potter, I need an explanation."
"I hope this isn't some nonsense you're spouting after having your head kicked by a centaur."
"It's simple, Malfoy."
Harry's smile vanished. "Because Neville is my friend, not some lackey. You hit my friend, and now I want you to apologize to him."
Neville had stood up by now and was about to try to stop Harry.
But Harry's words made Neville freeze.
They had only just introduced themselves to each other. They were already friends?
Wasn't this a bit too fast?
However, along with the question, a wave of warmth spread through Neville's heart, making him feel an urge to cry.
Having lived with his grandmother since he was a child, this was the first time he had a friend.
Since he was a friend, he shouldn't let his friend take risks.
So Neville said, "Harry, I'm fine, and Trevor is fine too. Let's just let it go."
Malfoy was about to explode, but hearing Neville's words, he forced himself to be patient one last time. "Can we end this now?"
"But your taste in friends is really not that great. Everyone can see he's a coward."
"How about I introduce you to some friends? They come from pure-blood families, absolutely suitable for you, unlike this toad-playing..."
"Malfoy."
At this moment, Ron spoke up.
"Are you talking about those families that produced a lot of Death Eaters?"
Ron's words were like an area-of-effect attack.
Ron had wanted to punch Malfoy just now, but had been held back by Neville, his anger building up, which gave him the courage to say such a thing.
And this completely enraged Malfoy.
And not just Malfoy. Many of the Slytherin students in the carriage, including upper years, also stood up.
Now Ron was dumbfounded. He knew he had caused big trouble and even wanted to run away.
But he gritted his teeth and stood his ground, because Harry had shifted his body slightly to stand in front of him.
In that instant, Ron felt as if Harry was not the same age as him.
"Very well, red-haired Weasley. You've angered me."
Malfoy drew his wand and pointed it at Ron. "A red-haired poor devil. Look at your shabby robes. Your whole family is like pigeons crammed into a broken cage."
"Did you follow Harry Potter, planning to be his lapdog and get famous that way?"
"I'm telling you, it will never happen!"
Now Ron was as furious as a little bull. He lowered his head and charged at Malfoy.
Malfoy's cronies were not to be outdone and sandwiched Ron from both sides.
Malfoy flicked his wrist, about to cast a spell.
Although his mother didn't allow him to practice magic at home, he had learned a few basic spells from his father, including the Knockback Jinx and the Fire-Making Spell.
Just as he was about to hit Ron in the stomach with the Knockback Jinx, Harry caught his hand, making him cast the spell on the ceiling.
The chandelier was shattered by the spell, and glass fell to the floor.
This made the onlookers immediately retreat, but Malfoy was even angrier.
Because of Harry's intervention, he was completely disappointed in Harry and decided to teach him a lesson as well.
The upper-year students, seeing this, not only did not stop them, but cheered loudly.
Anyway, it was just a fight between first-year students. It wouldn't amount to much.
What's more, the ones fighting were Malfoy, the heir of the Draco family, and the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter.
Not everyone had the courage to stop all this.
Except for the hastily arriving Hermione and Dolly.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Hermione flicked her wrist, and the wand that was being fought over by Harry and Malfoy floated up into the air.
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