Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

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 fall out. After all, there was no conflict between them, so they behaved in a harmonious manner.

In addition, Harry had a good relationship with the Weasley family, so Lucius also forgot about the "shame of pure blood".

Hey, the bottom line of the Malfoy family is flexibility.

"Yes." Arthur was obviously a little embarrassed.

He and Lucius were just colleagues in the Ministry of Magic. They were not very familiar with each other, except that they would nod to each other when they met.

Now that Lucius was engaging in awkward conversation with him, he was a little...uncomfortable.

Fortunately, even though Lucius didn't like the Weasleys' attitude towards Muggles, he never showed it on his face, so Arthur and he could get along for the time being.

"Hey, Weasley." Draco came forward when he saw Ron. "Look, we meet again."

"Want a fresh start, Malfoy?" said Ron unyieldingly.

"Draco..." Lucius poked his son with his wand again, "Be polite."

"Oh." Draco said "Oh" reluctantly. He remembered the instructions given to him by his ancestor before he left.

The old ancestor said that Harry was taken care of the most by the Weasley family, so out of love for the Weasley family, he would have a good relationship with the current Weasley family.

The wisest choice is to try not to conflict with the Weasleys.

The ancestors also pointed out, why must there be a conflict? Why must we hold on to the so-called pride of pure blood?

Isn't the best way to make more friends and fewer enemies?

It should be said that Draco is a child who is willing to listen to others, especially those 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 about being nice to Weasley? No problem!
"Let's go, Hermione is waiting for us." Ron patted Harry's hand and said.

"Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Hermione should be withdrawing money from Gringotts," said Ron.

"Then..." Harry turned to look at Lucius, "Mr. Malfoy, shall we go together?"

He swore that he was just being polite to Lucius.

But he never expected that Lucius would agree.

"Okay," he said.

They followed the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley.

The Malfoys followed behind, and Draco looked at his father, feeling as if he had an illusion.

He seemed to see envy in his father's eyes when he looked at the Weasley family.

Yes, that's right, he saw envy...

Of course, he would not know why his father would envy this family with "too many children to raise".

Of course, Lucius would not tell him that his family could afford to raise as many children as they wanted - but unfortunately there was only one.

After walking for a while, they finally arrived at Gringotts.

Harry saw Hermione's parents standing awkwardly at the counter that ran the length of the marble hall, apparently waiting for Hermione to introduce them.

"Hermione! Uncle Ashkin! Aunt Claire!" Ron raised his hand happily to greet them.

Seeing Ron's family, Ashkin Granger and his wife looked relieved.

"Ron, my God." Ashkin rubbed his chest. "Is this the magical world? It's really magical - why don't you introduce your family to me?"

After the two sides were introduced to 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 around and excitedly pointed to the ten-pound note in Mr. Granger's hand.

"Arthur!" Aunt Molly scolded. She felt that her husband had too little sense of boundaries.

"Granger, nice to see you again." Draco still looked like a villain and suddenly appeared in front of Hermione.

Hermione gave him a look of disdain. "Want a clean slate, Malfoy?"

Draco was stunned when he heard Hermione's words.

That's not right. Why are you saying the same thing as Ron?
Lucius had a mask of pain on his face. He could imagine how foul-mouthed and annoying his son was at school.

But fortunately, I didn't offend Mr. Pote.

"Hello, Miss Granger." Lucius had to push Draco aside, as if his son was in the way. "I am Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, and I apologize for his rudeness to you in school."

"Oh..." Hermione was a little at a loss. If Lucius had made a big deal out of it, she could have still said something back - but Lucius started by apologizing, leaving her at a loss for words.

"It's okay, it's okay," she said. "It's all in the past. I've already... um."

"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 father later," he said with a smile.

Arthur opened his mouth at the back. He wanted to tell Lucius to go somewhere cool, but he didn't know how to open his mouth.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you, and the two sides haven't torn their faces apart...

Never mind, Arthur thought dejectedly, let him 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 shook his head and left, returning to sit at the counter.

After a while, everyone got their money back, but Ron didn't seem to be looking forward to the upcoming shopping trip.

They talked it over and decided to go do their own things first. Percy muttered about buying a new quill, and Molly and Ginny went to a shop selling 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 dissatisfaction with Lucius, so he had no reason to resist when Lucius sat next to him.

Hey, it’s just one more person.

After Lucius said he would treat them this time, Arthur became much more enthusiastic. After everyone else left, Draco was added to Harry's group of three.

Draco, Ron and Hermione stared at each other, and no one was willing to give in.

"What tricks are you going to play?" Hermione looked at Draco with disgust.

"Granger, I need to correct you. I'm not playing any tricks." Draco reached out and smoothed his slicked-back hair. "I admit that I was a little unfriendly last school year, so I decided to change my ways."

"Really?" Ron asked.

"Of course it's true. Besides, I can't beat you." Draco sighed.

The power bestowed upon him by 'Miss Merope' has expired. A few days ago, he lay in bed at home for nearly a week before recovering, and now he still walks a little unsteadily.

To be honest, he regrets it now, extremely regrets it.

Why did I fall for Miss Merope's trick in the first place? Let her absorb my vitality - now it's all right, right?

Fortunately, I turned back in time, otherwise...

The more Draco thought about it, the more scared he became. What if he was really sucked to death? His mother would definitely be sad.

"Then just follow us and don't say anything." Hermione still didn't quite believe it. "Okay, let's go get some ice cream first."

"I'll pay," Draco said quickly.

There aren't many opportunities like this to show off in front of my great uncle. If he gets happy and teaches me some of his magic spells, then...

Draco, who was wealthy, bought four chocolate, raspberry and nut ice creams at Florin Fusco's ice cream shop, which immediately reduced Ron and Hermione's hostility towards him.

Of course, Draco was just a talker and he was always the one who got beaten, so in terms of the degree of hatred between the two, it was not that deep.

When they passed the Quidditch broom shop, Draco and Ron were unable to walk.

This is one of the few hobbies they have in common.

"This broom is really beautiful - Nimbus 2001." Draco said with emotion, "Harry, if I ask my father to donate a Nimbus 2001 to each member of the Slytherin team, will Captain Flint let me join the team?"

"You're sick." Ron said sarcastically, "Isn't it good to rely on your own strength? You have to spend money to join the school team. I think you really have money to burn, Malfoy."

"What else? This is the ethos of Slytherin." Draco shrugged and said helplessly, "If you want to join the school team, it is not enough to rely on your own strength. You also need some off-field factors to assist you."

"I suggest you give up this idea, Draco." Hermione called Draco's nickname again: "Money should always be spent on useful things, not meaningless things..."

"Don't call me a dramatic actor!" Draco yelled, a little upset.

"Okay, okay, I won't yell." Hermione spread her hands and pulled Ron, who was still looking at the Charlie Cannons uniform, and said, "Let's go, Ron, you've been watching here for half an hour!"

Ron stood up reluctantly and walked forward dejectedly behind Hermione.

When they passed by a used bookstore, they saw Percy sitting at the door, holding a tattered book in his hand, which read "How Prefects Gain Power".

"Hogwarts prefects and the careers they pursued after leaving school," Ron read aloud from the back cover. "Sounds fascinating, but - just one book?"

"Go away!" Percy angrily chased Ron away, like he was chasing a duck.

"Actually, I think it's better to watch a TV series than to read this book, Percy." Hermione looked at Percy with a complicated expression. She didn't think there was anything useful in this book for the prefect. "If I were you, I would study a few 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 if they are placed in the wizarding world."

"Really?" Percy put the book down suspiciously.

After all, Hermione is a top student, and based on the principle of mutual respect among top students, he is still willing to believe what Hermione says.

"Of course, if you are interested, I will find you two memoirs - well, written by Bernard, which I think should be very helpful for you to understand politics." Hermione said to Percy.

Percy was overjoyed and quickly thanked Hermione.

After they left, Ron whispered, "I think Percy has always wanted to be Minister of Magic. He's really obsessed with power."

"There's nothing wrong with pursuing power, you just need to find the right way to do it," Harry said meaningfully.

"That sentence makes a lot of sense. Who said that?" Draco asked in a flattering manner.

"Your ancestors," said Harry.

He didn't lie to Draco, after all, it was Mr. Septimus who said that.

Well...it was during the summer vacation of the fourth grade, Septimus was educating his son Ignatius Malfoy, and Harry had the honor of sitting next to him and listening with Cassandra.

"Okay, we have to go to Flourish and Blotts." Hermione looked down at her watch, "It's about time."

There was a large crowd of people outside of Blooms and Blotts Bookstore. Some were holding books, while others had nothing in their hands. They all seemed to be trying their best to squeeze into the bookstore.

There was a long banner upstairs that read, "Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography, The Magician, will be signed and sold today from 12:30 to 4:30 p.m."

"It's him, he's actually signing books!" Hermione clasped her hands together, looking very excited.

They took advantage of their size and squeezed through the crowd.

Most of the people in the crowd were witches of the same age as Molly, and they were probably all mother fans of Lockhart.

When I squeezed past, Lockhart was standing in front of me having his photo taken, smiling with his full white teeth showing.

To be honest, he is indeed quite handsome, I have to admit.

"You're finally here--" Molly found the children's traces.

But before she could call the children over, the sharp-eyed Lockhart spotted Harry in the crowd.

"Oh my God, look who's here?" Lockhart stood up, his eyes shining, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"

He pushed through the crowd, walked over, grabbed Harry's arm, and pulled him up without saying a word.

"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 carefully several times in his mind, and couldn't remember when he had ever had a feud 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 a question for you."

"You say, Mr. Lockhart?" Harry asked politely, trying to break free from Lockhart's control without leaving a trace.

But Lockhart was an adult after all, and much stronger. He did not give Harry a chance to escape, but whispered in his ear.

"I heard...you are Dumbledore's favorite student?"

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