The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

"you are?"

Dolly looked at the person in front of her. She already knew the person's name, but she didn't expect that the person would appear here and know about her relationship with Harry.

"There's no time to explain. Harry got into a fight with someone, and the boy who was looking for the toad got beaten up."

"Could you go and help?"

On the other side, Neville was helped up by Ron.

Ron's face was contorted with rage, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge forward.

But Neville held Ron tightly and said, "It's okay, I'm really okay."

"Don't mess with him, his father is very powerful!"

On the other side, the blond Malfoy rubbed his hands, looking at the toad on the ground with some annoyance.

Just now, this toad actually jumped onto his shoulder.

Although toads are common pets, Malfoy simply couldn't accept such a disgusting creature.

So he ordered his men to grab the toad and cast a spell on it, partly to demonstrate his magical skills and partly to punish the clueless creature.

But at that moment, Neville charged over with all his might.

Out of fear, he threw a punch.

It wasn't until the fight was over that they realized the opponent was actually Harry Potter's henchman.

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Chapter 34, Part 2: True Story - Elementary School Students Fighting

Malfoy frowned; he still wanted to be friends with Harry.

This is not a joke.

Harry Potter is a descendant of the ancient Potter family. Although his mother was a Muggle-born wizard, she was still a wizard.

By that logic, Harry could be considered a member of a pure-blood family.

Most importantly, Harry is the boy who survived a great calamity; his name not only appeared in the newspapers but was also forever etched in the pages of many books.

Although Malfoy didn't know the names of these books, that didn't stop him from befriending Harry with the mindset of making friends with celebrities.

Like his father, he became the most sought-after pure-blood wizard in the entire magical world.

But now that he's hit Harry's men, what should he do?

Apologize?

That's absolutely impossible.

He befriended Harry just to enhance his own reputation, but wouldn't apologizing to Harry make him look inferior to Harry?

This is something Malfoy absolutely cannot accept.

If they don't apologize, the only option is to persuade Harry.

Malfoy then raised his chin, his golden hair gleaming in the light, his proud expression as unyielding as ice.

He spoke slowly, trying to keep his tone calm, and said, "This was an accident."

“He charged at me on his own; I was just defending myself.”

"I think you can understand, after all, you are Harry Potter."

Malfoy thought he had humbled himself enough, but he didn't expect that Malfoy's expression would successfully remind Harry of Dolly from before.

Every time she "accidentally" bumped into him, Dolly would say it was an accident.

If a few more accidents happen, it wouldn't be surprising if he were run over and killed by Dolly at any time.

Of course, that's in the past.

Dolly changed herself, and Harry naturally accepted his Dursley identity.

As for Malfoy in front of him, he looked like a poorly imitated clown.

So Harry coldly replied, "I don't quite understand. Couldn't you have just moved aside?"

“Mr. Potter, your men are charging at me. I’m standing in the middle of the corridor. Where am I supposed to hide?”

"Then why don't you throw away Neville's toad? That way Neville won't pounce on you."

"This ugly and stupid toad dirtied my robe. Was it too much to just teach it a lesson?"

Harry took half a step forward with each sentence he spoke.

Malfoy was not to be outdone, because Harry's retort made him feel humiliated.

This has nothing to do with the facts; it's purely because Harry actually picked a fight with such a stupid subordinate, which is the last thing Malfoy, who is proud of his pure-blood family status, can accept.

“Harry Potter, I’m only talking to you seriously because of your reputation. You better not think that makes you the same kind of person as me.”

Malfoy gave him an ultimatum: "Now I can let your men take back his toad, and that will be the end of it, how about it?"

At that moment, Harry suddenly grinned and said, "I hate you. What's your name again? Oh right, Malfoy."

Malfoy's face flushed red instantly, staring at Harry in disbelief.

His two henchmen, Crabbe and Gore, stepped forward, ready to strike at any moment.

But Draco stopped them, saying, "Harry Potter, I need an explanation."

"I hope this isn't just some nonsense you spouted after being kicked in the head by a centaur."

“It’s very simple, Malfoy.”

Harry's smile faded, and he said, "Because Neville is my friend, not some subordinate. You hit my friend, and now I expect you to apologize to him."

Neville had already stood up and was about to try to dissuade Harry.

Harry's words stunned Neville.

They had only just introduced themselves by name, and they were already friends?

Isn't this speed a bit too fast?

However, along with the questions, Neville felt a warm current rise in his heart, making him feel an urge to cry.

Having lived with his grandmother since childhood, this was the first time he had made a friend.

Since they are friends, he should be even less likely to let his friends take risks.

So Neville said, "Harry, I'm fine, my Rafer is fine, let's just let this go."

Malfoy was about to explode in anger, but upon hearing Neville's words, he could only patiently say one last time, "Can we end this here?"

"But your taste in friends is really bad. Everyone can tell he's a loser."

"How about I introduce you to some friends? They come from pure-blood families, and they'd be a perfect match for someone like you who plays with toads..."

"Malfoy".

At this moment, Ron spoke up.

"Are you talking about those families that have produced a lot of Death Eaters?"

Ron's words were practically a sweeping generalization.

Ron had wanted to rush up and punch Malfoy, but Neville held him back, and his temper grew stronger, which finally gave him the courage to say that.

This infuriated Malfoy.

It wasn't just Malfoy; many Slytherin students in the carriage, including upperclassmen, stood up.

Ron was dumbfounded, realizing he had made a huge mistake, and even tried to run away.

But he gritted his teeth and stood still, because Harry shifted his body and stood in front of him.

In that instant, Ron felt that Harry was not the same age as him.

“Very well, redheaded Weasley, you’ve angered me.”

Malfoy drew his wand, pointed it at Ron, and said, "A red-haired pauper, look at your tattered robes, and your family crammed together like pigeons in a broken cage."

"Could it be that he's following Harry Potter, planning to become his lapdog and ultimately gain fame through this?"

"I'm telling you, it's never going to happen!"

Ron was now as furious as a young bull, and charged at Malfoy with his head down.

Malfoy's henchmen were not to be outdone, flanking Ron from both sides.

Malfoy flicked his wrist, preparing to cast a spell.

Although his mother forbade him to practice magic at home, he learned a few basic spells from his father.

This includes repelling spells and fire-starting spells.