Saving the Lost Little Lamb, Malfoy

Saving the Lost Little Lamb, Malfoy

"Meow..."

A white figure suddenly leaped onto the wooden table. Little Cutie darted back and forth among the huge pile of food, occasionally lowering its head to sniff something before letting out adorable meows.

"You just ate. Are you having another meal already?" Harry said helplessly. He was about to pick up Little Cutie when suddenly...

"Wow, so cute!" With lightning speed, Hermione scooped up Little Cutie and hugged it tightly to her chest, rubbing her little face against it with delighted surprise.

"Whose cat is this? It's so cute." Hermione looked suspiciously at Harry. "Don't tell me it's yours?"

"Haha, you're so smart."

Hermione looked disgruntled, seemingly jealous of Harry. Then she rummaged around the table, found something a cat could eat, and happily began feeding Little Cutie.

While playing with Little Cutie in her lap and eating snacks, Hermione's expression suddenly changed. She hurriedly searched through the pile of snacks, apparently failing to find what she wanted. Then she suddenly understood. She looked up at Harry, then at the star-shaped piece of bread he was eating. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she said nothing. Calmly, she picked up a piece of bread and put it in her mouth, gazing out the train window as her ears turned bright red.

"Did you want to say something?" Harry asked curiously.

"No." Hermione did not even turn her head.

"Oh, I thought you were going to ask whether anyone had seen a piece of bread you took a bite out of," Harry said seriously.

"Cough, cough!" Hermione choked on her food.

Harry continued courting death. "I ate a piece of bread just now, and somehow a little piece was missing. It was soft too, as though it had touched someone's mou—"

"Go die..." Finally defeated by Harry's shamelessness, Hermione grabbed a bag of snacks and hurled it hard at his face, cutting him off. Her little face was as red as a monkey's backside, and her eyes were misty, though it was impossible to tell whether she was angry or embarrassed.

Then she yanked open the door, ran out, and slammed it shut behind her with a deafening bang.

"Uh, my cat..." Harry said.

Malfoy sat in his chair, his face filled with anger.

"Why didn't you rush him and beat him up just now?" Malfoy glared at his two lackeys.

"...He's too tall. We're no match for him," Lackey A said.

Malfoy was angered by his lackeys yet again. "Are you pigs? You eat yourselves so fat, and you're completely useless."

Lackey B said quietly, "I was born in the Year of the Pig..."

This time, Malfoy was so angry that he laughed. He wanted to curse them out viciously, but he did not even know what to say.

"I'll definitely get revenge. If he gets sorted into Slytherin, hehehe..." Malfoy fantasized, as though he were already living a blissful life devoted to bullying Harry every day, and let out a sinister laugh.

Just then, the door was pulled open, and a voice Malfoy remembered vividly rang out. "Little Draggy, did you think of something good? Tell us and let everyone have a laugh."

At that moment, Malfoy was like a roaring flame suddenly extinguished by a bucket of piss.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy's face looked awful, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. He's not here to beat me up, is he?

"We're about to become classmates, so of course I came to strengthen our friendship," Harry said with a harmless smile.

Malfoy wanted to say, "You're not welcome here. Go strengthen your friendship with someone else." But he felt it would not do any good. Besides, whenever he was in front of Harry, he always felt constrained, somewhat like how he felt around his father.

"I want to talk to your boss alone. You two go out first," Harry said to the two lackeys.

"No! What if you bully our boss?" Lackey A said, looking fiercely loyal.

Malfoy lowered his head, resentment swirling around him. These are my underlings. Wonderful... Damn it, could you be any more honest?

"Even if you stay here, could you stop me if I bullied your boss?" Harry asked.

"Um... no, probably not." Lackey B thought about it, then nodded in agreement.

I want to die... Malfoy felt as though life had lost all meaning.

"Then hurry up and leave. Do you think your status is equal to Malfoy's?" Harry said sternly.

"I came to see your boss, yet you want to speak for him. Aren't you afraid Little Draggy will make things difficult for you?"

Lackeys A and B immediately scrambled out of the compartment.

For some reason, Malfoy actually felt grateful to Harry. Now I finally know just how astonishing their intelligence is.

"Little Draggy..."

"My name isn't Little Draggy! My name is Malfoy!" Malfoy roared.

"I thought you liked it," Harry said helplessly.

"Like hell I do."

"What do you want with me?" Malfoy asked directly.

"It's like this: I'm short one underling, and I want to give you this opportunity. Don't thank me," Harry said, looking as though he were doing Malfoy an enormous favor.

"I... Are you crazy? My father... I'm a Malfoy, from a great pure-blood family." Malfoy had originally wanted to mention his father, but he suddenly remembered what Harry had said not long ago and quickly changed his words.

"Yes, you. Ordinary people don't even qualify," Harry said very seriously, making him look even more punchable.

Malfoy no longer knew what to say. He had never met anyone with such a massive ego.

"Do you know who I am?" Harry asked.

Malfoy suddenly realized that he did not even know who the person he wanted revenge on was. What a failure.

"I'm Harry Potter. Is that enough to qualify me as your boss?" Harry said. Malfoy was truly stunned. He knew that name well—not merely because of the books, but because his father often ground his teeth as he spoke it. In any case, he never had anything good to say about Harry Potter.

"What does that have to do with me?" Malfoy steadied himself and replied.

"Then do you want to be my boss?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Would you like me to serve you tea, run errands, do your homework, and obey your every command? Do you?" Harry asked in a deeply tempting tone.

At that moment, he looked exactly like Orochimaru.

Sure enough, it was incredibly effective. Malfoy could not hide his excitement; he had already been moved.

"Cough, cough... What do you mean?" Malfoy asked, pretending not to care.

"Let's make a bet," Harry said. At last, he revealed his true purpose.

"What do you mean?" Malfoy asked in confusion.

Luo Bei: There probably are not many people who truly hate Malfoy, because he is not actually bad. When he and Harry first met, in their first two encounters—once in Diagon Alley and once on the train—it was Malfoy who greeted Harry first. In the film, their second meeting took place by the stairs at Hogwarts, where Malfoy clearly told Harry that he wanted to be friends with him. But because he was too arrogant, Harry disliked him, and the two became enemies.

Draco Malfoy was merely a boy who loved showing off, cared about his pride, was competitive, and was somewhat arrogant and conceited.

In Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Draco Malfoy played a more important role. Voldemort ordered him to murder Professor Dumbledore, but in the end, it was proven that he could not complete the task. When he had the chance to kill Dumbledore, he could not bring himself to do it. But this was largely not a matter of ability; rather, he did not seem to be as bad as most people, including Harry Potter, imagined. Other events also proved this point, such as when he cried in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom because he was worried about his family.

For Draco, Headmaster Dumbledore's two remarks were especially fitting: "That boy's soul has not yet been completely destroyed." "Draco, Draco, you are not a killer."

So I think it would be pretty nice for them to become friends.