Chapter 121 I heard that you are Dumbledore’s favorite student?
"Good morning." Lucius smiled at him, "Are you here to buy books too?"
There was no need for him and Arthur to quarrel. After all, there was no conflict between the two, so they still behaved in harmony.
In addition, Harry had a good relationship with the Weasley family, so Lucius also forgot about the "pure-blood shame".
Hey, the bottom line for the Malfoys is flexibility.
"Yes." Arthur was obviously talking awkwardly.
He and Lucius were just colleagues in the Ministry of Magic, and they couldn't be said to be familiar with each other, just nodding to each other when they met.
Now that Lucius was chatting with him awkwardly, he was really... not used to it.
Fortunately, even though Lucius usually didn't like the Weasley family's attitude toward Muggles, he didn't show it on his face, so Arthur and him were getting along for the time being.
"Hey, Weasley." When Draco saw Ron, he swished forward and said, "Look, we meet again."
"You want a clean slate, Malfoy," Ron said unwillingly.
"Draco..." Lucius fiddled with his son again with his wand, "Be polite."
"Oh." Draco said reluctantly, remembering his ancestor's instructions before leaving.
The ancestors said that Harry was taken care of the most by the Weasley family at the beginning, so he will have a good relationship with the current Weasley family.
The wisest choice is to try not to conflict with the Weasley family.
The ancestors also pointed out, why must there be conflict? Why do we have to hold on to the so-called pride of pure blood and never let go?
Isn't the best way to make more friends for yourself and fewer enemies?
It should be said that Draco is a child who can listen to words, especially the words of his ancestors.
Coupled with the threat of a stick from his father Lucius at the time, Draco quickly chose to follow his heart.
Isn't it just a matter of being nice to Weasley? That's no problem!
"Let's go, Hermione is still waiting for us." Ron said, patting Harry's hand.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Hermione should be withdrawing money from Gringotts," Ron said.
"Then..." Harry turned to look at Lucius, "Mr. Malfoy, are we together?"
He swore that he was just being polite to Lucius.
But he never expected that Lucius would agree.
"That's fine," he said.
The group of them followed the opening of the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley.
Malfoy and his son followed behind. Draco looked at his father and felt that there was an illusion.
He seemed to see envy in the way his father looked at the Weasley family.
Yes, that's right, he saw envy...
Of course he doesn't know why his father envies this family with "too many children to raise".
Of course Lucius would not tell him that his family could afford to raise any number of children - but it was a pity that there was only one.
After walking for a while, they finally arrived at Gringotts.
Harry saw Hermione's parents standing awkwardly at the counter across the marble hall, as if waiting for Hermione to introduce them.
"Hermione! Uncle Askin! Aunt Claire!" Ron raised his hand cheerfully in greeting.
Seeing Ron's family, Askin Granger and his wife looked relieved.
"Ron, my God." Askin rubbed his chest: "Is this the magical world? It's really magical - why don't you introduce your family to me?"
After the two parties introduced each other, Mr. Weasley said happily: "Ah, you are Muggles - we must have a drink! What is that in your hand? Oh, you are exchanging Muggle currency."
"Molly, look!" He turned his head and pointed to the ten pound note in Mr. Granger's hand with Molly excitedly.
"Arthur!" Aunt Molly scolded. She felt that her husband was a little too boundaryless.
"Granger, we meet again." Draco, still looking like a villain, suddenly appeared in front of Hermione.
Hermione gave him a disgusted look: "Want to get cleaned up, Malfoy?"
Draco was stunned for a moment when he heard Hermione's words.
No, why did you say the same thing as Ron?
Lucius had a mask of pain on his face. He could imagine how bad-mouthed and annoying his son was at school.
But fortunately, Mr. Pott was not offended.
"Hello, Miss Granger." Lucius had to push Draco aside, as if his son was in the way. "I am Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy. I am here at school for him." Apologize for your rudeness.”
"Oh..." Hermione was a little at a loss. If Lucius and her were on the line, she could still say a few words - but Lucius came up to apologize, which made her a little confused about what to say.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." She said, "It's all in the past, and I have...well."
"Are these your parents?" Lucius looked at the well-dressed Grangers with interest. "They are Muggles? Right."
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione nodded.
"I think Arthur is right, we should go to the bar for a drink with your dad later." He said with a smile.
Arthur opened his mouth from behind. He wanted Lucius to stay somewhere cool, but he didn't know how to open his mouth.
As the saying goes, you can't hit someone with a smiling face, let alone the two sides are not at odds with each other...
Forget it, Arthur thought dejectedly, he can do whatever he wants.
Harry didn't need to withdraw money, so he waited in the main hall of Gringotts.
Seeing Harry's figure, Griphook was obviously stunned for a moment, but he still shook his head and left, returning to sit on the counter.
After a while, everyone got their money back, but Ron didn't seem to be looking forward to the next shopping trip.
They discussed it and decided to go and do their own business first. Percy muttered about buying a new quill, and Molly and Ginny were going to a shop that sold old robes.
As for Arthur, he insisted on taking the Grangers and Lucius to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.
His curiosity about the Muggle world outweighed his discomfort with Lucius, so with Lucius sitting next to him, he had nothing to resist.
Hey, it’s just one more person.
After Lucius expressed his invitation this time, Arthur became obviously more enthusiastic. After everyone else left, Harry had Draco added to his trio.
Draco, Ron, and Hermione stared at each other, refusing to give in to anyone.
"What tricks are you trying to do again?" Hermione looked at Draco with disgust.
"Granger, what I need to correct you is that I am not playing any tricks." Draco stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead. "I admit that I was a little unfriendly in the last school year, so I decided to change my behavior. New.”
"Really?" Ron asked.
"Of course it's true. Besides, I can't beat you." Draco sighed.
The power given to him by 'Miss Merope' has expired. He spent nearly a week lying at home to recover a few days ago, and now he is still walking a little erratically.
Speaking of which, he regrets it now, very, very much.
How did you fall for Miss Merope in the first place? Let her absorb the life force - is this okay?
Fortunately, I turned back in time, otherwise...
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The more Draco thought about it, the more scared he became. What if he was really sucked to death? Mom will be sad.
"Then just follow us obediently and don't say anything." Hermione still didn't believe it, "Okay, let's go buy some ice cream first."
"I'll pay." Draco said quickly.
There are not many opportunities to show off in front of my great-uncle like this. If the old man is happy and teaches himself some proud spells, isn't that...
The wealthy Draco bought four chocolate, raspberry and praline ice creams from Florin Fusco's ice cream shop, which immediately made Ron and Hermione less hostile to him.
Of course, Draco was just arrogant, and he was always the one getting beaten, so when it came to the level of hatred between the two of them, it wasn't that deep.
When passing by the Quidditch broom shop, Draco and Ron couldn't walk.
This is one of the few hobbies they have in common.
"This broom is so beautiful - Nimbus 2001." Draco said with emotion, "Harry, do you think that if I ask my father to donate a Nimbus 2001 to each member of the Slytherin school team, will Captain Flint?" Will I be admitted to the school team?”
"You are sick." Ron sarcastically said: "Isn't it good to rely on your own strength? You have to spend money to join the school team. I think you are really too rich, Malfoy."
"Otherwise? This is the ethos of Slytherin." Draco shrugged and said helplessly, "If you want to join the school team, relying on personal strength is not enough. You also need some assistance from off-field factors."< br>
"I suggest you put down this idea, Jingke." Hermione called Draco's nickname again: "Money should always be spent on useful places, not meaningless places..."
"Don't call me a Jingke!" Draco yelled, a little bit off guard.
"Okay, okay, just don't scream." Hermione spread her hands and picked up Ron, who was still looking at the Charlie Cannon uniforms, "Let's go, Ron, you have been looking here for half an hour!"
Ron stood up reluctantly and followed Hermione forward dejectedly.
When passing by a used bookstore, they saw Percy sitting at the door, holding a shabby book in his hand with "How Prefects Gained Power" written on it.
"The prefects at Hogwarts and their careers after leaving school," Ron read aloud the description on the back cover. "It sounds fascinating, but - just one book?"
"Go away!" Percy chased Ron angrily, as if chasing a duck.
"Actually, I think reading this book is better than watching the TV series, Percy." Hermione looked at Percy with a complex expression. She didn't think this prefect's book had any useful information, "If I were you, I will study several Muggle TV series - such as "Yes, Minister" or "Yes, Prime Minister". I think these two TV series show the political ecology of our country vividly, and there is no problem even in the wizarding world. "
"Really?" Percy put down the book suspiciously.
After all, Hermione was a top student. Based on the principle of mutual sympathy between top students, he was still willing to believe Hermione's words.
"Of course, if you are interested, I will find you two memoirs - well, they were written by Bernard. I think they should be very helpful for your understanding of politics." Hermione said to Percy.
Percy was overjoyed and quickly thanked Hermione.
After they left, Ron also whispered: "I think Percy has always wanted to be the Minister of Magic. His addiction to officialdom is too great."
"There is nothing wrong with pursuing power, you just need to grasp the method." Harry said quite meaningfully.
"This sentence makes sense, who said it?" Draco asked admiringly.
"Your ancestors," Harry said.
He didn't lie to Draco, after all, it was indeed Mr. Septimus who said this.
Well... it was during the summer vacation of fourth year, Septimus was educating his son Ignatius Malfoy, and Harry had the privilege of sitting next to him with Cassandra.
"Okay, we have to go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore." Hermione looked down at her watch, "It's almost time."
A large group of people crowded outside the door of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore, some holding books, others with empty hands, and they all seemed to be squeezing into the bookstore with their heads sharpened.
There is a long banner hanging upstairs, which reads [Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography "Magical Me" is for sale signed by Gilderoy Lockhart, today 12:30-4:30 pm]
"It's him, he's actually signing books!" Hermione clasped her hands in fists, looking very excited.
Taking advantage of their size, they squeezed in from the crowd.
Most of the crowd were witches of Molly's age, and they should all be fans of Lockhart's mother.
When I squeezed past, Lockhart was taking pictures in front of him, smiling with all his white teeth showing.
To be honest, he is indeed quite handsome, I have to admit.
"You are finally here -" Molly discovered the traces of the children.
But before she could call the children over, the sharp-eyed Lockhart spotted Harry among the crowd.
"Oh my God, look who's here?" Lockhart stood up, his eyes flashing, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"
He separated from the crowd, walked over, grabbed Harry's arm, and pulled him up without any explanation.
"Smile, Harry, why don't you smile?" Lockhart whispered in his ear.
For some reason, Harry always felt that the Lockhart in front of him... didn't seem so friendly to him?
Harry thought about it several times in his mind and couldn't remember when he had an enmity with Lockhart.
"I think we can be on the first page of the photo, Harry." Lockhart said with a smile: "But before that, I have one more question to ask you."
"Say, Mr. Lockhart." Harry asked politely, trying to break free from Lockhart's control without leaving any trace.
But Lockhart was an adult after all and was much stronger. He didn't let Harry get a chance to escape. Instead, he asked softly in his ear.
"I heard... you are Dumbledore's favorite student?"
(The next chapter will wait a moment, it’s not finished yet)
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