They arrived for their first Flying Lesson.
Dozens of brooms were lined up neatly there.
"All right, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and stand beside a broom."
Madam Hooch came over and urged them on.
Darren obediently walked up to a broom and stopped beside it.
The broom was battered and old, and looked exceptionally ugly.
"My father said he'd buy me a Nimbus 2000. It's a brand-new broom this year. Potter, do you want one? If you call me big brother, maybe I can get my father to buy you one too!"
That arrogant voice.
Darren speechlessly turned toward Draco Malfoy, who had deliberately positioned himself beside him.
Why had this guy come looking to get humiliated again?
Hmm?
Something seemed off.
Darren rubbed his chin and looked at Malfoy suspiciously.
This guy hadn't seemed this familiar with him before, especially not enough to make him call him big brother.
Well, damn. Had that drop of blood from this morning revealed the Malfoy family bloodline?
So quickly?
Darren knew the Wizarding World was efficient, but he had never understood it this deeply before.
How long had it even been?!
Lucius had acted as though he'd run a DNA test.
Even Draco Malfoy knew.
Come to think of it, didn't the Wizarding World really do DNA tests?
If they had tested his DNA, they might have discovered that he was probably the child of at least three or four people.
Given how much trouble the system liked to stir up, perhaps in another few chapters, he really would become the Wizarding World's son.
But naturally, he "knew nothing" at this moment.
So he frowned and said somewhat unhappily, "Malfoy, you're mocking my brother again. Yes, Harry and I may be poor and have no money, but our