Originally, Harry wanted to find an excuse to muddle through, but he suddenly thought of the missing Cassandra.
He crossed his arms, looking down at Draco.
"Of course I care about her. In fact, she's still my friend."
"Could it be... that notebook in your hand is also..."
Draco pointed at the notebook Harry was holding, imagining in his mind the ancestors' souls teaching Harry.
Could it be... Potter is so strong as a result of ancestor guidance?!
No!
He screamed in his heart!
That's my ancestor! Why teach Potter!
"Oh, this is just an ordinary notebook, unlike your Melop." Harry casually flipped through the notebook and said to Draco, "But I think if your brain, which isn't much smarter than a Giant, hasn't been completely blinded by beauty, you should have seen through that person's evil essence long ago—"
"Evil?" Draco instinctively wanted to argue, but felt a bit timid.
He found Harry's words somewhat familiar, as if Professor Snape often liked to be so sarcastic?
"You Slytherins are always sleepy, aren't you? Professors have to deduct a lot of points for you because of that." Harry lazily said, "That notebook is a kind of very evil magical artifact that can devour others' life force to strengthen itself—believe me, while the Malfoy family's standards are quite flexible, they aren't that low."
"Dark... Dark Magic artifact?" Draco's face showed shock.
In the Malfoy family's treasury, there are certainly some dark magical artifacts concealed.
As the heir of the Malfoy family, he sometimes accompanies his father for a stroll.
Every time they visit the treasury, his father sternly warns him absolutely, absolutely, not to touch those dark magical artifacts.
"Otherwise?" Harry sneered and said, "those Slytherin students were absorbed of life force by that so-called 'Melop'; didn't you also feel that kind of sleepiness, weakness at the beginning?"
Finally, he said, "But it seems she's not entirely without principles, at least she gives back part of the absorbed life force to you as compensation."
"Miss Melop indeed still cares about me." Draco's eyes were moist.
Seeing him so bewildered, Harry felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Actually, recalling life a hundred years ago, although Cassandra was harsh with words, she treated him well in every aspect.
Thinking of Cassandra and looking at Draco before him, Harry truly felt this kid didn't deserve to be Cassandra's descendant.
How the hell did the Malfoy family end up like this?
Harry reached out his magic wand towards Draco.
"Aguamenti (Clear Water)!"
A freezing stream of water like a high-pressure water gun surged from the tip of Harry's wand, almost pinning Draco against the wall.
Being doused with cold water made Draco calm down a little too.
"You might as well put your mind to work— or go home and ask your father," Harry said coldly.
"So, you aren't lying to me?"
Draco's intelligence reclaimed its high ground.
"I said, Cassandra is my good friend—" At this moment, Harry's mischievousness suddenly surfaced, he dried Draco with his magic wand, poked his face saying, "Kid, by generational rank, I am your ancestor too."
"You are insulting the Malfoy family!" Draco raised his head in grief and indignation, "I... I will tell my father!"
"Oh, even your father is supposed to be my grandson." Harry tapped Draco's head with his magic wand, watching the latter cover his head in defense, he continued, "Think about it, your father once told you, who your great-aunt teamed up with to suppress the fairy rebellion?"
"It was Harry Potter..." Draco instinctively repeated, and then suddenly understood.
He pointed at Harry with one hand, stuttering, "Ha... Harry Potter? Are you really...?"
"Otherwise, why do you think I could easily defeat Miss Fari? And Professor Quirrell?"
Harry got mischievous speaking of this.
He remembered Ron once said that the Malfoy family were staunch followers of Voldemort.
"Or... Voldemort sticking to Professor Quirrell's back of the head?"
"How do you dare... how do you dare mention that name!"
Draco said in horror, yet even so, he was gradually calming down.
Yes...
If it's just a first-year student, how could he do this?
No need to mention Voldemort reviving, even Merlin couldn't have such magical prowess at this age, could he?
Could it be, really...
Draco lifted his head, meeting Harry's leisurely gaze.
"Is it really you?" Draco completed the mental loop at this moment: "Oh my god, Po-Po-Po-Po-Potter, it's an honor, it's an honor..."
If it were to be defeated by the same first-year brat, even if this person is the Savior, Draco would still feel unconvinced.
But if this person is an old-timer... an old monster from a hundred years ago, Draco would truly have no objections, even feeling bloody honored.
I have sparred with a Legendary Wizard from a hundred years ago, 3:0! Can any of you do that?
At this moment, Draco began to hypnotize himself.
Even if this Potter is deceiving me, he must be the hundred-years-ago Potter!
Harry didn't speak, just smiled.
"You still have the curse—or mark—left by Miss Melop on you." Harry told Draco, "After you go home, ask your father what exactly is on your left arm."