"Ginny, let's go!" After putting on his shoes and socks, Harry picked up the firewood and pulled Ginny away.
Malfoy covered one side of his face, watching the beautiful figure run away.
Only after Harry had completely vanished from his sight did he come back to his senses.
"Hiss—this really hurts!" Malfoy touched his face and found that it had already swollen.
Yet at that moment, Malfoy did not feel the slightest resentment. Instead, he began to regret it.
"Damn it, I forgot to ask her name..." Malfoy was instantly filled with regret. It had not occurred to him to ask where that girl came from.
"Which family does that beautiful witch belong to?" Malfoy did not believe a girl with such bearing could be Muggle-born. Judging by her clothes, they did not look like something a Muggle-born witch would wear either.
"Why haven't I seen her at school before? Is she a foreigner?" The more Malfoy thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Because of the Quidditch World Cup, many foreigners had gathered here.
Though he looked down on the Weasley family and considered the Weasleys a disgrace to pure-bloods, it was true that they were well connected. It was not strange for them to know wizarding families from other countries.
"I hope I can see her again..." Malfoy covered his face as he headed toward the camp on the other side. He needed to return and deal with his swollen face.
When Malfoy returned to camp, his unusual state was quickly noticed by his mother, Narcissa.
Seeing her son's face swollen like that, Narcissa was immediately distressed. "Draco, what happened to your face?"
Malfoy opened his mouth. With his personality, he would normally be complaining and running to tell his parents at a time like this.
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