Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"It is said that. My mom and dad both graduated from that college. Of course, there is nothing wrong with Ravenclaw... as long as, as long as you don't go to Slytherin." Ron glanced at the closed door and lowered his voice: "That is... the college where 'that person' stayed. It's full of ambitious guys. You'd better pray that you are not sorted into Slytherin, otherwise..."

Harley was a little confused: "Otherwise we are not friends?"

"That's not what I'm saying. Don't you understand? Slytherins are all bad people."

Good guys, bad guys.

Harry began to be curious about the so-called 'Sorting'.

How do they tell where students should go?

"I heard... I heard from Fred... that it hurt us a lot." Ron's wrinkled face showed sadness. "He said it was 'unforgettable'."

Hallie feels that hurt is not necessarily necessary to be unforgettable in a lifetime.

The two were wondering if there would be some unknown spell to classify the students when the door of the box was pushed open again - this time there was not even a cursory knock.

The person who came in was a girl, followed by two boys.

That... German thing. Harry recognized it even though they had only seen it for a short time.

Met it at Madam Malkin's.

"I didn't realize it was you last time." The blonde girl's face had a small blush, which made her look less pale - but her ponytailed blonde hair was still dazzling. Her gray eyes flashed with some kind of enthusiasm.

She was obviously excited, but still bowed modestly to everyone in the box and introduced herself in that strange long tone.

"Draconi Malfoy. Harry Potter, we meet again."

Harry nodded without any embarrassment.

"I noticed you were different the first time I saw you. We talked, didn't we?" The blonde took two steps forward, her voice filled with excitement: "You're the same as me. Do you want to come to my compartment? A pureblood!"

——'Do you want to eat this? It's very expensive and delicious!'

Childish and cute arrogance.

"No, Miss Malfoy. I'm fine here." Harry refused with a smile: "Besides, we'll be there in a moment."

"Is it nice here?" Draconian glanced at Ron coldly, "Why didn't I see that?" She bent down slightly and controlled the volume so that only Harry could hear: "That's Crabbe and Goyle..." Xiang Xiang added: "They are not my friends... just followers. My father is the leader of their fathers, so..."

Harley didn't understand why this young lady had to explain all this to her.

Are they familiar?

Apparently, what Miss Draconi considered as 'quiet voice' could not shield someone right next to Harry.

"I don't think Harry wants to go with you to that..."

"I wasn't talking to you." Draconian turned her head slowly. Her eyes stayed on Ron's hair for half a second, and then she smiled: "So that's it. You are a Weasley."

Ron stared at her.

"I guessed right, didn't I?" The eldest lady straightened up proudly and counted the freckles on his face with a gloating look: "How are your brothers and sisters?"

This means that their family can give birth.

Ron could hear it.

"you--"

"The key is to be able to support it." Draconi said in a shrill voice. She saw Ron's face turned redder with anger, and she felt even happier. "I really envy you that you don't need a goblin to manage the accounts. The deposit is just a few gold galleons, and anyone who knows how to count can count it."

"A 'huge sum'! Maybe if I save up for a few more years I can buy a wand... But speaking of wands, whose wands are you using? Isn't it someone else's leftovers?"

The blonde girl put her hands on her hips and said with emotion: "What a great tradition. My dad never lets me use other people's leftovers."

Mori Yuesha almost died of laughter.

This girl's mouth is comparable to Hera's.

"Malfoy!"

"Look, even a family like the Weasleys knows about Malfoy. Harry Potter, don't you want to be my friend?"

The famous, arrogant and conceited white peacock blew the long hair on his forehead, stretched out five slender fingers painted with platinum oil paint from his long formal robe sleeves, and looked at Harry expectantly with his light gray eyes.

"I believe you can make the right choice."

Harry stared at the hands and shook his head slightly.

Chapter 126 What a gifted child

Harley declined the offered hand.

"I know your background and your situation, Harry Potter." Draconian pulled her hands back into her sleeves awkwardly and clenched them where no one could see. She tried her best to straighten her chest, not knowing whether to explain to herself or to the followers behind her:

"You're not used to this, are you? We can exchange addresses, and I might invite you to Malfoy Manor. Would you like afternoon tea? I have elves at home, and we can -"

"Sister..." Harry looked across as if asking for help.

"elder sister?"

Draconian finally gave Mori Yuesha a straight look. She looked at the girl who was sitting in a chair eating and drinking, and asked tentatively: "What's your last name? I've never seen you at a party before."

"My name is Mori Yuesha, the little peacock."

Morizuki SaoMorizuki SaoMorizuki Sao…

As soon as Draconian heard her name, she knew she was not a pure-blood.

"Are you a Muggle?"

She snorted and pointed out the window: "Did you see it? I guess it was caused by a spell cast by a wizard. This top-notch - wait, do you know the difference between Muggles and wizards?"

Draconi stared at Sen Yuesha with a twinkling look in her eyes: "For the sake of..." The following words were barely audible: "For the sake of..., I can also let you see what a big wizard family is like, let you see some magic... maybe..."

She flicked her slender light gold nails, and her hesitant look seemed very forced - if she hadn't been staring at Mori Yuesa's face in a daze... it would have been more convincing.

Harley didn't like someone unleashing such annoying arrogance on Mori Tsukisa.

more importantly…

She hated the way Draconian looked at her sister.

That undisguised desire gave rise to a desire for plunder and destruction in her heart.

Nagini, forget it.

Who is she?

Why.

"We don't need your big manor, Miss Malfoy." Harry Potter made her attitude clear and moved closer to Ron: "I have the right to choose my own friends."

Ron's face turned red with excitement.

Draconi pouted and said dryly, "You should teach your sister how to distinguish friends - who are real friends and who are insignificant scraps. The friendship of the Malfoy family needs to be verified by the deposit key of Gringotts. I am very curious..."

She suddenly turned to Ron with a look of 'seeking knowledge': "Do the Weasleys know what Gringotts is?" The girl raised her delicate and slender hands and gestured in the air: "A place where you can deposit money and valuables -" After saying that, she covered her mouth with malicious eyes: "No, it seems that I was wrong. It's not that the Weasleys don't know, but they don't need to, right?"

"Your savings can be stored in a ring box."

The vicious and annoying girl was talking and acting, but Mori Yuesa just lazily held her chin and looked at her quietly.

The eyes that had restrained their smile gave people a chilling sense of fear, and the extreme inhuman beauty at this moment became a heavier weight in the quiet and depressing air.

That was the case in the sight of Draconian Malfoy - even as she lay half-lying with her feet in the arms of her maid.

"I…"

The white skin in front of my eyes gradually weathered and peeled off, revealing the silver juice flowing inside.

She seemed to be standing alone on the edge of a towering and terrifying cliff, the sounds of wind and water mixed together, bringing with them countless indistinct murmurs.

Her legs began to tremble slightly.

The atmosphere became increasingly solemn.

"I... warn you... my father is..."

She began to tremble.

The sight became increasingly sharp, and the air seemed to stagnate.

"You dare to do this to me... the Malfoy family will not let you go..."

No fanged threat.

What made Mori Yuesa curious was that she seemed to smell a familiar and special smell - very familiar, certain nights.

She poked Nagini with her toe...

The maid's face looked really bad.

How dare this human cub!!

She actually dared to do this in front of me, in front of my master——

Why should she!

This lowly, lowly bastard——

"You should leave," Nagini said with a stern face, trying to suppress her anger and crushing the other person, "Close the door from the outside, Malfoy's."

Draconi's eyes were red: "I don't--"

"Get out!" Nagini said with a ferocious look: "Now!!"

Draconian's body softened, and she pushed away Crabbe's hand that was trying to support her, half annoyed and half disgusted, and glared at the boy fiercely.

"Don't touch me, idiot!"

She held onto the door frame, the malice in her eyes covering up the complexity behind it. She stabbed Ron, Harry and Nagini, and threatened: "The Malfoys will remember you."

Then, he limped away in small steps.

The door slammed with a deafening noise.

boom.

"You are a human being who is uncomfortable when no one is around... You filthy bastard... How dare you..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other in silence.

She didn't understand why Nagini was so angry.

In fact, she had never seen Nagini so angry before. She was not so angry even when someone insulted her sister as "not a human being".

Draconian…what did she just do?

"She's such a gifted girl."

Mori Yuesha smiled coquettishly, revealing two rows of little white teeth: "Hahahahahahaha Nagini, explain it quickly!" The two wizard cubs looked at their sister who was about to fall over with laughter.

She stretched and raised her legs, held Nagini's chin forcefully, and straightened her tilted face.

"Owner!"

"You are still mean to me. Don't you often -"

Mori Yuesha, think it over first. There are two children in the carriage.

"Oh. Just sh--Nagini! You just touched my feet!"

"It's yours too."

"I despise myself, and it's none of your business."

Harry sighed and nudged Ron: "We have to change into our school uniforms."

Ron looked back stupidly: "Now? I have to change one too."

"You can..." Harley sighed, pointed to the door and then to herself: "Please. Please wait outside for a moment..."

What's wrong with this boy.

…………

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"I've heard of the Malfoys, and no, it's not what she said."