That tabby cat was actually McGonagall. I had earned my second detention of the school year.
So angry.
What scared me most was, Snape wasn't going to write to Father again, was he? I didn't want to copy out the family rules again!
Seeing Darren Potter still looking at me with such concern, I suddenly regretted it. Why was I arguing with this little idiot?
I stopped doing this when I was five. What difference was there between him now and me before I was five? Just a little idiot!
Chapter 820 Extra—Malfoy Extra!!
At this school, aside from having to put up with Darren Potter's stupidity, the most annoying thing was Quirrell.
He really stank. I nearly threw up.
Really, God, Father, hurry up and fire him!
I really couldn't stand him anymore. Why had Dumbledore found someone like this to teach me?
I was so suffocated by the smell in his class that I had no energy at all. When class ended, I was the first to rush out.
Wait.
I wasn't the first. Darren Potter seemed to have been first.
Fine, I had to admit that this little idiot perhaps wasn't that idiotic after all.
At least he knew what smelled bad.
Friday morning.
Harry Potter suddenly appeared and said he wanted the little idiot to go eat in Gryffindor.
He spoke so arrogantly that he couldn't even say "please." If I were the little idiot, I would definitely tell him to go back and practice his grammar first.
Besides, Slytherin wouldn't allow its students to break away from group activities either!
Hahaha.
Scarhead was about to be rejected by his own brother in front of everyone.
What a satisfying sight.
Serves him right for rejecting my friendship! I thought smugly.
But.
The little idiot actually stood