Close Friends Who Shared a Dormitory and Hardships Together

Draco returned less than half an hour after leaving, and then went back to his room upstairs without saying a word.

Lucius and Snape were still sitting at the table chatting, only Narcissa noticed his unusual behavior.

As a mother, she guessed that something must have just happened.

She went upstairs and gently knocked on her son's door. "Draco, may I come in?"

There were some hurried noises coming from inside the room, followed by Draco's voice. "Of course, Mom."

Narcissa opened the door and saw her son sitting on the bed with his hands hidden behind his back.

She frowned slightly, sat down beside him, and gently took his hand that he had hidden.

The back of my hand is a little red and swollen, and the knuckles are scraped. The other hand is the same.

Narcissa glanced at the desk drawer that wasn't fully closed.

She got up and slowly walked forward, opened the drawer and found the healing potion that had also been hidden away.

"Mom, I just—"

"Apply the medicine first."

Narcissa moved very gently, afraid of accidentally hurting her son.

Draco stared at her with his lips tightly pressed together, extremely annoyed that he had beaten up his two underlings before coming back to vent his anger.

Those two are tough and thick-skinned; no matter how much force they exert, they'll be the ones who get hurt first.

After applying the medicine, he looked away guiltily.

"You just got into a fight?" Narcissa's tone wasn't accusatory, but rather full of concern.

Draco felt even more frustrated. "No, Mom, I ran into Weasley and Wayne, and then I was in a bad mood so I beat up Crabbe and Goyle."

Narcissa's eyes immediately turned cold. "Did those dirty wild children bully you?"

Draco nodded honestly and then shook his head. "It wasn't bullying. The Weasley family twins embarrassed me, and then I ran into Wayne, who made fun of me for a while."

Narcissa's expression softened, but her eyes remained cold. "You must stay far away from them from now on. Let Crabbe and Goyle handle anything. You are the heir to the family. Those wild children are not worth your personal attention."

Draco understood the logic, but the Weasley family twins' way of speaking was just too sarcastic.

And then there's Wayne, who, taking advantage of the fact that he can't beat him, makes sarcastic remarks all the time.

I held back today. If I hadn't gotten angrier the more I thought about it afterward, I wouldn't have worried my mom because of my injury.

"Mom, I understand."

Narcissa's eyes softened as she straightened his shirt collar.

"Your father will be very busy for a while. If you encounter any trouble, feel free to ask Severus for help. He has promised your father that he will take good care of you."

Draco gave a soft "hmm".

He didn't think Snape would help him unconditionally. He'd rather not do something as trivial as getting a beating. If Snape was going to help, it would have to be something much more serious.

Across from the Malfoy family's tent,

The twins, who had just returned from outside, were boasting about their "great achievements."

With just a few words and a few actions, the two of them broke Draco's defenses.

"He was clenching his fists so tightly that he looked like he was about to strike us at any moment."

"It's a pity he held back, otherwise we would probably be seeing foreign news reports about his family today."

If Draco hadn't held back and had physically assaulted someone in front of foreign fans, no matter how much influence the Malfoy Family had or how good the relationship between Lucius and Fudge was, it would have taken a lot of bloodshed to resolve this matter.

Not long after Vincent returned, he heard an even more exaggerated version from James.

"Fred and George were playing cards when that jerk suddenly swaggered out of the crowd..."

With his hair torn bald and his clothes ripped to shreds, even if he didn't see the other person's new look with his own eyes later, he wouldn't really believe the rumor.

Don't let Draco's arrogant demeanor fool you; he's actually very good at assessing situations.

Even in front of a group of Britain wizards, they might not dare to lay a hand on someone, let alone foreign wizards.

It's only possible that the twins would say something so outrageous that they completely lose their minds.

"LeBron, your skill in spreading rumors is as profound as ever."

James curled his lip in exasperation. "Old Wen, how do you know this story has been embellished by me?"

Vincent rolled his eyes at him. "Which big or small thing that happens at school hasn't been 'artistically embellished' by you? You even portrayed me as an ambitious man who wants to stand at the top of Hogwarts. I haven't settled accounts with you for that yet."

James touched his nose somewhat awkwardly. "Old Wen, we're best friends who've shared a dorm and been through thick and thin together. You wouldn't hold it against me, would you?"

"Hardship? What hardships have we shared?"

"For example, silently enduring Neville's snoring together, or sharing my treasured comic books with you, or the love letters and gifts I wrote to you."

Vincent. "Fine, fine, if that's the case, then we really are close friends who have gone through thick and thin together."

James secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course, our friendship will last forever, and I'd even like you to be my future children's godfather."

Vincent shook his head, both amused and exasperated.

He patted James on the shoulder and said, "We'll talk about it when you find a girlfriend."

Hogwarts doesn't forbid students from dating, so with a little effort, you can usually find a partner before graduation.

James brushed his short bangs aside and said, "With this look, finding a girlfriend shouldn't be difficult."

Vincent pretended to be about to vomit, "Old James, I just realized you're even more arrogant than Malfoy."

"What arrogance! I call this confidence."

"Okay, actually, being overconfident is just being arrogant."

"I... I..." James was speechless.

Just then, Hermione, who had just come downstairs, arrived.

What are you talking about?

Vincent pointed at James and said, "Let's talk about whether LeBron is confident or just arrogant."

Hermione looked at James was once again brushing his hair back with his hand.

He's definitely a bit arrogant.

She looked at it carefully for a few more moments.

"Uh... I think it's a little bit narcissistic, but not to the point of being arrogant."

James became smug. "Did you hear that, Old Wen? Your judgment is terrible."

Vincent looked at Hermione, then gestured towards James with his chin, "You're too kind. James is the kind of person who will shine brightly if you give him a little sunshine. You don't need to hold back when talking to him."

James scoffed, "Old Wen, don't try to slander me. At least I still have some sense of right and wrong."

Yes, there are, but not many.

"You talk as if you know more than I do."

"A little more is still a lot."

"Well, aren't you about the same as me?"

Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle when she heard the two of them start teasing each other.

She used to think that this kind of relaxed and joyful daily life was very far away from her, but now that she has escaped endless studying, she has discovered that interesting things are always happening around her.