Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 113 Coward

Draco Malfoy is the only son of the pure-blood wizarding family, the Malfoys.

As one of the "Holy Twenty-Eight Families," the Malfoy family has a long history and boundless glory.

As a member of the Malfoy family and their sole heir, Draco naturally possesses a strong sense of pride and honor.

Therefore, for the past eleven years, he has lived with immense pride, like a chosen one of heaven—although sometimes he feels tired and under a lot of pressure, he understands that this is what he should bear.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. If you want to hold a rose, you must bear its pain.

He understands this principle and is willing to sacrifice for the honor of his family.

Until this summer, in Diagon Alley, in that robe shop, I met two people—first a quiet boy with black hair and glasses, and then a slightly older Asian boy with similar black hair who looked very imposing.

On that day, he discovered that his pride and glory were being disregarded for the first time.

To underestimate him is to underestimate the Malfoy family!

This is absolutely unacceptable!

Then, on the first day of school on the Hogwarts Express, he sincerely tried to befriend the legendary Harry Potter, only to discover that this person was the same quiet boy he had met in the robe shop. That time, he was looked down upon again, and this time in front of the ridiculous Ron Weasley—and as everyone knows, the Weasley family is a joke among pure-blood wizarding families, a pitiful bunch of paupers.

All of these things made him feel humiliated like never before.

After the start of the school year, he tried to fight back and take revenge, only to find that Harry Potter was always hiding by Qin's side, and Qin was someone he could not surpass or shake for the time being, because this guy had somehow gained the support of many teachers, including Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

Most importantly, Qin is a rude guy with a bad temper and likes to bully the weak. He's practically a bully who persecutes good students at Hogwarts!

"That's right, Qin is a complete bully! He'll definitely be a disgrace to the wizarding world when he grows up!"

Draco firmly believed this.

……

Then, yesterday in flight class, all I did was pick up Neville's Memory Orb, and that damn Harry yelled, "Give me the orb!" as if it were his.

"Why should I give him the ball? And why should he expect me to listen to him? That damn arrogant Harry Potter!"

Even now, thinking about it, Draco Malfoy still feels an uncontrollable rage, so angry it gives him a headache.

Later, Harry and I rode flying broomsticks and fought over the memory orb in the sky.

"I have to admit, this kid has some skills. Before I came to Hogwarts, I had specifically practiced flying, but he still caught up with me very closely. Luckily, I had a quick idea and threw that broken ball away."

Draco smugly thought to himself as he recalled Harry's actions at the time.

Although the kid successfully got the ball, Professor McGonagall caught him red-handed and called him away.

In Draco's view, Harry's reckless flying and blatant violation of school rules made it inevitable that he would lose points in Gryffindor.

Later, she set a trap for him, deliberately provoking him and arranging a duel for midnight.

However, he secretly notified the administrator in advance, so that the administrator could arrest him at that time.

All of this was planned meticulously and flawlessly.

"But why is Harry still perfectly fine? Are the teachers at Hogwarts just protecting a student who repeatedly breaks school rules? That's so unfair!"

Draco uttered those words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with resentment.

"What's unfair?" Gao Erweng asked from the side.

By this time, the morning classes had ended, and the three of them had just had lunch in the auditorium. Gore and Crabbe each carried a pile of food, looking quite satisfied.

Draco, seeing Goyle's blank and bewildered expression, couldn't help but glare at him and said angrily, "Nothing! Eat your bread!"

After saying this, Draco left without looking back, heading towards the Slytherin dormitory area. He really didn't want to see this useless, good-for-nothing lackey anymore.

“Did I…do something wrong?” Goyle turned to look at Crabbe, who was also a follower.

Crabbe shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

“I must have done something wrong, otherwise he wouldn’t be so angry…” Gao Er muttered.

Then, he quickly ate the croissant in his hand and caught up with Crabbe to catch up with Draco, who had already gone far away.

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After lunch, there will be some free time, which you can take a nap or do as you please.

Draco had no time to play around; he just wanted to go back to his dorm for a while.

Of course, he wouldn't admit that he was afraid of having too much contact with Harry, Qin, and their gang to avoid retaliation; he was just a little tired.

Yes, that's right. He's tired. The spell class this morning was too mentally taxing, and he needs to go back and rest.

However, his clenched hands revealed that he did not agree with this view; he was somewhat afraid.

"Me! The heir to the prestigious Malfoy family! A descendant of the purest-blooded wizarding family in the wizarding world! A genius wizard of the younger generation... Why should I suffer such humiliation?"

Draco screamed inwardly.

Then, a self-deprecating bitter smile appeared on his lips.

He never expected that he would encounter such a series of agonizing events less than a month after arriving at Hogwarts.

But what could he do?

He could only silently endure all of this...

With this "humiliating" feeling, Draco walked step by step toward the Slytherin dormitory.

The autumn afternoon sun was warm and pleasant, but he found it irritating.

Unbeknownst to him, Draco turned into a deserted corridor—he subconsciously chose a less frequented place because he didn't want to run into anyone else.

Just as he reached about a third of the way down the corridor, a sudden gust of wind rose in the courtyard and blew toward the corridor.

Suddenly, sand and stones flew everywhere, and a strong wind lashed at people. Draco's face stung from the sand and other debris, so he quickly raised his arm and used the wide sleeves of his robe to cover his head and face.

However, this strong wind came suddenly and went away quickly.

It subsided in just a short while.

Draco lowered the sleeve covering his face, revealing bewildered eyes.

Then he looked around, unable to figure out what was going on with this "strange wind".

"What bad luck, why does everything have to happen to me..."

Draco was complaining more and more irritably when he suddenly looked down and saw a pile of fallen leaves on the ground, and he froze.

Fallen leaves are nothing special, but this pile of fallen leaves is clearly arranged into letters.

These "fallen leaf letters" combined in a certain order to form a jarring word:

"COWARD!"

A flush of excitement instantly appeared on the boy's pale face—a sign of extreme anger.

Because the word "coward" is exactly what he desperately wanted to avoid but had to admit.

That's right, deep down he thought he was a coward!

Now that this word has been openly and explicitly presented to him, Draco is filled with shame and indignation.