Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Draco was shocked! He was stunned and speechless.

Harry Potter actually rejected friendship from him, the friendship from the Malfoy family!?

The most important thing is that Harry rejected him because of a little red guy from the Weasley family? Draco wondered if he hadn't woken up yet, or if his posture when getting into the car was wrong? Otherwise, why was he now?

Will hallucinations occur?

Looking at the little red-haired guy, Draco became angrier and angrier, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became.

As the saying goes, there is no need to endure it anymore. Draco, who couldn't bear the grievance, decisively stepped forward.

Crabbe and Goyle, who had been following Draco to watch the excitement, saw that their boss was married, so what else could they think of (the main thing was that they couldn't think of anything with their own brains), and the two of them immediately

Followed Gang up.

When Harry saw that someone dared to bully the friend he had just made in front of him? There was nothing to say, fuck him!

A melee broke out, and the noise alerted the prefects who were patrolling the car. The two 5-year-old prefects quickly separated.

When Draco saw that he couldn't get rid of the little red guy today, he could only leave angrily and prepare to go back and make plans. This matter is not over yet!

Draco returned to his carriage with his two followers who were also bruised and bruised. He was now even more dissatisfied with Crabbe and Goyle.

Obviously there were three people on their side, but only two on the opposite side. After they stopped Harry, shouldn't Crabbe and Goyle be able to deal with Weasley in three strikes, five, five, and two? In the end, they fought

He is so incompetent that he is really embarrassed!

"Malfoy, aren't we going to find Menethil?" Crabbe asked cautiously.

He could see that Malfoy was in a bad mood right now, so he didn't want to say anything at first. But thinking about his father's repeated warnings, and the fact that he had just lost the guessing game with Goyle, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

asked.

"What are you looking for Menethil! If you're not in the mood now, let's talk about it later! You're at Hogwarts anyway, and you won't run away. It doesn't matter if you do it sooner or later!"

Draco was not in the mood right now and had no time to look for the trash of the Menethil family. He wanted to go back and think carefully about how to get Harry back.

…

Because of what happened at noon, Draco never left his carriage until the train arrived at Hogwarts.

Standing outside the auditorium, Draco was a little nervous. Although he was 100% confident that he would be able to enter Slytherin House, he didn't know how Hogwarts would decide the house for each of them.

The freshmen around him were nervously discussing what they would face in the sorting ceremony. Draco listened carefully for a while and found that none of the words of the group were reliable.

Some said they wanted to defeat a giant monster; some said they wanted a group of people to fight in a melee; and the most outrageous thing was that some people said that all they had to do was wear a shabby hat and they would be assigned to the academy that best suited them?

How is that possible? What kind of crooked school does it have to be to let a shabby hat decide where the students will go?

Then Draco discovered that Hogwarts actually let a shabby hat decide which house the students should be assigned to!? It seemed that what his father said was indeed right. Dumbledore was a weirdo, and he should

Stay away from him.

The freshmen walked forward one by one and were assigned to their own houses. Soon it was Draco's turn. Looking at the dirty old hat in front of him, Draco touched his soft and clean platinum hat.

Color hair.

'I must tell my father to burn this old hat!'

After gritting his teeth and putting on the Sorting Hat, Draco was sorted into Slytherin House as expected.

After hearing the name of the house called out by the Sorting Hat, Draco was so happy that he didn't even care about his hair that was stained by the hat. Under the cheers of his seniors and sisters, he raised his head and held his chest high.

, strode to the Slytherin table and sat down, Crabbe and Goyle were already sitting here waiting for him.

After Malfoy, Menethil was next. When Professor McGonagall shouted out the name of Bel Menethil, Draco remembered his second mission.

Now that he was in a pretty good mood, he decided to allocate a little energy to pay attention to Menethil. After all, his father had specifically warned him, so Draco was still very concerned about it.

As for the thing I forgot before? It was just a small accident and excusable.

Draco looked up and saw a... young man with short black hair? He was walking towards the Sorting Hat. Is this person really a new student? Is he really 11 years old like himself? So what on earth is he eating?

Growing up? How can you be so tall?

Draco decided to wait until the other party was sorted into Slytherin, then he could spend more energy to welcome the other party, and then ask the other party the secret of growing taller.

As for why he knew that the other party would be sorted into Slytherin? Just kidding, Menethil is a respectable pure-blood wizard family, and Draco also heard his father say that the Menethil family are all Slytherins.

Lin. Well, as the heir of the Menethil family, it is not certain that Bell will be assigned to Slytherin.

Then Draco was slapped in the face. He actually heard the Sorting Hat shouting "Ravenclaw"? Fortunately, he didn't say what he was thinking, otherwise his face would be so painful now. It seems that his initial thoughts were not true.

Wrong: 'Bell is not good enough, so his father rarely takes him to banquets'.

After discovering the truth, Draco gave up the idea of ​​contacting Bell. He decided to tell his father what he had discovered.

Originally, I was the first noble in the British wizarding world, and Menethil was just a nouveau riche who had made some money in recent years. As the heir to the Malfoy family, how could I condescend to such a low position?

How about you take the initiative to make friends with each other?

So, instead of wasting time on Menethil, let’s consider the ‘Battle to Recapture Harry’. I just thought of a good idea and I can try it tomorrow. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow!

'Hehehe~~! Hahahaha~~!'

"Malfoy? What are you laughing at?"

A Slytherin senior looked at the new junior in confusion, wondering if this child was mentally ill?

"Forehead……"

Draco wiped the sweat from his forehead and unexpectedly laughed out loud in excitement.

"No, it's nothing. I'm just sorted into Slytherin. I'm a little too happy."

The senior sister nodded and was about to say something when she heard Professor McGonagall shout out the name 'Harry Potter'. Everyone's attention immediately moved to the Sorting Hat. Everyone was curious about Harry.

Which college will you be assigned to? If it is your own college, that would be great.

Draco was also very nervous, even more nervous than when he was sorted.

He silently prayed to Merlin in his heart, hoping to sort Harry into Slytherin House. He swore that if Merlin really blessed Harry to enter Slytherin, then he would never tease Merlin again in the future.

of stockings.

Maybe Merlin really likes wearing stockings? Harry was finally sorted into Gryffindor House. He looked at the cheering and noisy Gryffindors not far away, especially the Weasley family whose freckles were red with excitement.

Draco clenched his fists jealously.

'I must kill that little red guy! I swear in the name of my father!' Draco roared in his heart.