Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

Then, after dozens or even hundreds of repetitions of practice, accompanied by an accent-free incantation, one can successfully cast a spell!

You said you thought it should be done this way, and then the curse was unleashed?

Are you, the savior, going to break the curse of the backwater?!

After hearing Harry's words, Isaac thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

Harry didn't actually understand the textbook; he clearly convinced himself through sheer "thinking power."

Unfortunately, the magic in this place is not rigorous at all; people play with the power of idealism.

Harry's approach actually works.

"It seems that, Harry, you rely more on your intuition than your reason when studying magic?"

Isaac felt he had made his point quite clear, and then he saw Harry nod repeatedly.

"That's right, sir! Your summary is excellent!"

You said my intuition is so accurate; if I could go to Ravenclaw and properly improve my rationality and wisdom, wouldn't that be perfect?

Isaac's lips twitched. With his straightforward and reckless personality, if the Sorting Hat could get him into Ravenclaw, Isaac would send that old hat to Nurmengard and let it sit on Grindelwald's butt!

Chapter 64 The Arrogant Guy Isn't Arrogant

The atmosphere in the box gradually became subtle, and Harry felt a chill on his neck.

But whether it's Mr. Waldore or Hermione, whom you just met, you can't exactly hang him from a street lamp, can you?

Harry was secretly hoping that someone would come quickly and break the strange atmosphere in the private room.

Just as Harry was making a heartfelt prayer, the door to their box was suddenly pushed open.

Three young wizards who looked to be about the same age as them were standing in the doorway.

The three were positioned so that one was the leader and the other two were his followers. The young wizard in the lead was thin and pale.

"The whole train is saying Harry Potter is in this compartment, is that true?" Draco Malfoy asked in a measured tone, immediately spotting Harry.

The anti-counterfeiting mark on Harry's forehead was simply too obvious.

That's an anti-counterfeiting mark left by the "mysterious person" himself.

Harry didn't feel offended at all; on the contrary, he thought the young wizard in front of him was "quite something."

It's like you're walking down the street and someone suddenly strikes up a conversation with you in a theatrical voice. Regardless of what they say, wouldn't you think this person is a bit shrewd?

Harry's gaze toward Draco now filled with love.

Although Harry's childhood was not happy, it does not mean that our "savior" classmate was not loving.

“Gentlemen,” Isaac looked up at Draco and said, “knocking is the least you can do before opening a closed door, don’t you think?”

Draco's gaze immediately shifted to Isaac.

The first thing he noticed was the trendy hairstyle that the sales clerk at the Tovan clothing store had given Isaac.

With his platinum blonde hair combed back, the only difference between Isaac's and Draco's hairstyles was that Isaac's slicked-back hair had a slightly tousled feel.

Unlike Draco, it doesn't stick completely to the scalp.

When Draco saw that Isaac had similar hair color and hairstyle to himself, a hint of approval even appeared in his eyes.

This is clearly an endorsement of Isaac's aesthetic.

“My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” Draco slightly raised his chin, his every move exuding affected reserve and an undisguised pride.

He is proud of his surname, and even more proud of his origins.

He didn't explain Malfoy's thoughts, as if simply saying "Malfoy" was enough for the listener to understand what the surname meant.

He looked straight at Isaac and asked, "Who are you, and from which family?"

“Isaac Valdore.” Isaac shrugged and thoughtfully added for Draco:

“Valdore isn’t anyone’s son; I’m just an ordinary orphan. Malfoy, before you entered this box, there was only one pair of parents in this box.”

Isaac's words always hit the nail on the head. Of the three people in the box, Hermione contributed her father and mother, giving the entire box a pair of parents.

At that moment, Hermione, who had been silent, felt herself suddenly become introverted.

Say something?

There's not much to say.

She felt like she was being isolated.

As for the way they isolate themselves... because they don't have parents, while they do?

Because of this isolation... Hermione really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She definitely couldn't cry, because she wasn't the one without parents.

But I can still slap myself twice in the middle of the night, this damn overactive brain of mine!

As for laughing... The Granger family is charitable and has finally accumulated some merit. Hermione is really afraid that if she laughs, she will reduce her merit to a negative number.

Hmm... Britain doesn't value merit, but it values ​​indulgences?

They're all the same thing.

Harry found what the gentleman was saying a little strange, but not so strange, and he even felt a little bit of agreement with it.

Ah, so it turns out the gentleman doesn't have parents either. We're all family here!

At this moment, the entry requirements for the core group of the savior suddenly became somewhat hellish—to enter the heart of the savior Harry, you must at least be an orphan.

Even Voldemort felt like he was a positive character after hearing this.

Goyle and Crabbe, who were behind Draco, exchanged a glance.

They've always been Draco's henchmen; when have they ever seen anyone so arrogant as to dare appear in front of Draco?

Moreover, they had never heard of the surname Valdorei, let alone that Isaac admitted to being an orphan.

“Ha, you Valdorei, you’re an orphan, I—” Crabbe stepped out from behind Draco, intending to “teach” Isaac a lesson on Draco’s behalf.

At this critical moment, Draco, who had been frowning and deep in thought, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He grabbed Crabbe's mouth and forced him to swallow the rest of his sentence.

"Shut up, Crabbe!" Draco snapped at Crabbe, then looked at Isaac with suspicion.

"You're Valdore? You're from Diagon Alley..." Draco realized his last words might sound a bit harsh, so he only said half of it.

Isaac was somewhat surprised by Draco's performance, but he nodded: "If I'm not mistaken, I'm the subject of all the gossip you've heard in Diagon Alley."

"Hmm..." Draco's eyes darted around, clearly indicating that he was thinking quickly.

A few seconds later, he seemed to have made a decision.

"Sorry to bother you. My friend has some mental issues; we can talk again another time!"

Draco then turned away without looking at Harry, and hurriedly pushed Goyle and Crabbe out of the box.

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After leaving the private room, Draco released Crabbe's mouth, and Crabbe, who was clearly two sizes larger than Draco, subconsciously gasped twice.

Draco didn't hold back when he attacked, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to make Crabbe swallow that half-unpleasant remark.

Crabbe looked somewhat displeased: "Draco, why don't you let me teach that guy a lesson?"

He's just an orphan, he'll be fine!

"Nothing will happen? You idiot!" Draco almost laughed in anger: "Didn't your parents tell you who you could mess with and who you couldn't mess with before you enrolled?"

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a glance, then looked innocently at Draco: "No, they just told me to listen to you."

At that moment, Draco Malfoy felt a vein throb on his forehead.

“Listen to Crabbe, Goyle, that Isaac Waldore isn’t an orphan at all!”

All his expenses in Diagon Alley were paid for by Dumbledore and the Rozier family!

Would your family pay for an orphan's expenses without a reason?

Crabbe and Gore shook their heads instinctively.

"And don't you guys read newspapers normally?" Draco felt exhausted and felt even more sorry for his old father.

Crabbe and Goyle are Lucius Malfoy's henchmen... which means Draco's father has been dealing with these henchmen for decades?

Draco was exhausted, but Crabbe and Goyle were only puzzled. It was true they didn't read newspapers, but neither did Draco.

We all grew up together, so who doesn't know who?

Chapter 65 A Qualified Pureblood Wizard

Crabbe and Goyle's questioning looks made Draco feel very uncomfortable. He was actually being looked down upon by two "idiots".

But he couldn't help feeling guilty, because his good brothers really knew him; he never read the newspaper at home.

Draco's thoughts drifted back to when his family returned from Diagon Alley.

He remembered that at that time, his father Lucius mentioned Harry Potter, the Savior, and asked Draco to try to befriend the Savior when he went to school.