I hadn't told Dad about this. After all, he would only say I was talking to a Mudblood.
Who would have thought I had only wanted to trip up that Miss Becky Greengrass?
Who told her to reject me at a ball with so many people watching?
I was the young master of the Malfoy family. I could choose not to like her, but she couldn't reject me. That was my code of conduct.
Even though I had heard she was quite famous, so what? I was the young master of the Malfoy family. What could she do to me?
I sneered to myself.
Then I arrived at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was just so-so, not nearly as fun as my family's estate. The Sorting Hat hadn't even been placed on my head before it shouted, "Slytherin!"
I was immensely pleased with myself.
And I gave Harry Potter a contemptuous look while I was at it.
That guy was definitely Hufflepuff. Just look at how stupid he seemed.
Unfortunately—
Harry Potter went to Gryffindor.
Watching Gryffindor look so pleased with themselves, I said disdainfully, "So what if they have Potter? With me, Malfoy, in Slytherin, this year's House Cup will definitely still be ours."
Crabbe and Goyle kept nodding.
Honestly, couldn't they be a little smarter?
Forget it. Their fathers followed behind my father too. It was tradition. I couldn't let them leave.
Besides, they were quite big and sturdy. They looked intimidating when they went out.
I thought disdainfully.
Then I heard that woman McGonagall call Darren Potter.
I remembered.
He was Harry Potter's younger brother.
Quite a few people knew about it, and everyone looked over.
I didn't look at all.
How could Harry Potter's brother possibly come to Slytherin? That old fool Dumbledore probably wouldn't want it either.
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