"Harry isn't here. He should be with the Weasley family right now." Jerry gave Malfoy an exasperated look.
"Right. As if those paupers could afford tickets for this cruise ship!" Malfoy laughed smugly.
"Hey, Malfoy, who's this kid? Another one of your lackeys?" Albert gave Jerry a quick once-over, disdain flashing in his eyes as he pointed at him.
"No, of course not." Malfoy waved his hands, stealing a nervous glance at Jerry in case he got the wrong idea. "This is Jerry Green. He's, uh, a classmate of mine at Hogwarts."
"Who are these rude people? Friends of yours?" Jerry frowned. "How come I've never seen them at Hogwarts?"
"We're just acquainted. I wouldn't call us friends," Malfoy explained hastily. "You wouldn't know them. They're students at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France."
Who at Hogwarts would dare talk to you like that? Seeing the displeasure and disgust on Jerry's face, Malfoy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Then he glanced at Albert and the others with a hint of glee. You picked the wrong person to mess with today.
Students from Pheobe's school? No wonder I've never seen them. Jerry nodded. He had been wondering how anyone this arrogant could have escaped his notice at Hogwarts.
After all, with Jerry Green around, Hogwarts had no room for students who were that cocky.
Before Jerry enrolled, the older Slytherin students—Marcus Flint, the so-called Pure-blood nobles, all of them—had been arrogance and contempt incarnate. Now which of them didn't greet Jerry politely, bowing and scraping?
"Jerry Green? Never heard of that family." Albert whispered to his two companions, discussing Jerry right in front of him without a care.
"Could he be a Mudblood?" one of them guessed scornfully.
"No way. How would a Mudblood have enough Galleons for a