Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Southwest England!!!

Wiltshire!!!

Inside a luxurious and magnificent castle, the morning light shines through the carved windows, illuminating the spacious and bright rooms.

At this moment, a loud murmur of complaints suddenly broke the tranquility of the morning.

"Oh! Merlin's stinky socks! Kane! You've tricked me with that damned magic again, I'm going to tell Daddy!"

Eleven-year-old Draco Malfoy was sitting on the bed, frowning and bleary-eyed, yelling. His blond hair was disheveled, and his fair face was flushed red with anger.

Kane Malfoy stood by the bed, dressed in a black silk nightgown, his posture upright. The door behind him was open, letting in the light from the hallway.

He looked at his younger brother, who was still lazing in bed, and sighed helplessly, urging, "Go ahead and sue, see who Dad will believe. The way you're acting now, you don't look like an aristocrat at all, you're just like a little tyrant throwing a tantrum."

Upon hearing this, Draco seemed to have been hit where it hurt. He pouted, looking aggrieved, but still reluctantly began to get dressed.

His gaze fell on the opened envelope on the bedside table—the Hogwarts school checklist. He picked it up and read it aloud to himself.

Textbook: Standard Spells, Beginner's, by Miranda Gossack;

The History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot...

Uniform: Three sets of plain black work robes;

A plain black pointed hat for daytime wear;

A pair of protective gloves (made of fire dragon leather or similar material)...

Suddenly, Draco wailed as if he had suffered a major blow: "What kind of ridiculous rule is this! The school doesn't allow bringing your own flying brooms! I already told my father to buy me a Nimbus for two thousand, and now that's all gone!"

His voice was filled with frustration and resentment as he waved his hands in the air, as if trying to grasp the broom dream that had already flown away.

However, Draco's eyes lit up again after a short while. He pointed to a line on the list and looked at Kane excitedly: "Hey, Kane! It says you can bring a pet to school! What do you say, I'll bring a dragon?"

His face was filled with anticipation and excitement, as if he could already see himself strolling through the campus with a majestic dragon.

Kane looked at his brother's whimsical expression and couldn't help but smile wryly, rubbing his forehead.

He knew all too well that the Ministry of Magic's ban on privately raising dragons was no joke.

So he deliberately put on a stern face and said in a threateningly calm tone, "If you don't want to be expelled from school and locked up in that hellhole of Azkaban, you can go ahead and try. I've heard that even the strongest person will be driven mad there after a few weeks."

Draco shuddered at the terrifying rumors about Azkaban that flashed through his mind, and quickly waved his hand, "Let's forget about that. But Kane, what kind of pet are you planning to bring to school?"

His gaze shifted from the list to Kane, scrutinizing his older brother who looked remarkably like him but was much stronger.

Kane crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes revealed a confidence and determination beyond his years: "As for me, I'll raise a phoenix or a qilin in the future, but I'm not planning to now!"

In this world, most dragons are fire dragons, and their appearance is no different from the Western dragons in his previous life's memories. They lack the mystery and domineering aura of Eastern dragons, so he really has no interest in these fire dragons.

In fact, Kane is not a native of this world.

He was originally an orphan, a lonely and wandering soul, but somehow he was transported to the wondrous world of Harry Potter.

When he first came into this world, he was held in Lucius's arms, and at that time he thought he had replaced Draco's identity.

However, with Draco's birth, he realized that he had become Draco's twin brother.

After learning his true identity, Kane was genuinely stunned for quite some time.

After all, he knew the family's "fate trajectory" in the original work.

Harry's father, Lucius Malfoy, once sent Voldemort's Horcrux diary to Hogwarts, indirectly helping Harry destroy the Horcrux, but in doing so, he was hated by Voldemort.

Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, lied to Voldemort to give Harry a chance to survive;

And his younger brother Draco also could not escape the fate of being used by Voldemort, and was even assigned to carry out a mission that was almost a death sentence - to kill Dumbledore.

Now, Voldemort may soon possess Professor Quirrell, plotting to steal the Philosopher's Stone in order to make a comeback.

He no longer trusted those who had escaped punishment after his downfall by claiming to be "controlled by the Imperius Curse." In his view, most of his truly loyal followers were imprisoned in Azkaban.

Therefore, his decision not to choose Lucius and the others this time was perhaps out of fear of being betrayed by them.

But in this life, Kane is determined not to let his family repeat the same mistakes.

He secretly vowed to dominate the entire magical world, not only to control the wizarding realm but also to extend his influence to the Muggle world, rewriting this predetermined chapter of fate!

"Master, please go and have your meal first! Dobby will be able to get everything ready for young master Draco in no time."

In an instant, a small house-elf with a pair of large, bright green eyes suddenly appeared in front of the two. It was wearing a slightly worn, small, sky-blue work uniform that looked a bit loose on its thin body.

Draco glanced at Dobby, his lips curled slightly downward, he snorted, rolled his eyes, and his face was full of disgust.

"As a esteemed wizard, young master, eating on time is of paramount importance; it is Dobby's duty!"

Dobby straightened its small chest, staring intently at Kane with a serious and focused expression, its eyes seeming to warn that if Kane did not leave immediately, it would take some extreme measures.

"Okay, Dobby, I'll head down now. Remember to make sure Draco is tidied up."

Kane said gently, though he knew that Dobby, who now received a monthly salary, was already exceptionally diligent and hardworking, and that his instructions were somewhat superfluous, but out of habit, he still gave the advice.

Although Dobby "betrayed" the Malfoys in the original story, Kane knew what they truly wanted!

A little sprite who loves freedom, then give him freedom!

Thinking about this, Kane couldn't help but marvel at how great an invention the labor contract truly was!

Earlier, Kane had signed an "equal" and magical labor contract with Dobby.

Dobby's weekly salary is one Galleon, and in return, Dobby must work diligently for the Malfoy family for his entire life and must never harm the interests of the Malfoy family!

This wage is only equivalent to 5.1% of the minimum wage in Muggle society. To put that in perspective, the minimum wage in Muggle society, converted to Galleons, would be 19 Galleons, 10 Shekels, and 6 Nats for a 40-hour work week.

Hiring a little elf who is good at housework, cooking, and can even serve as a means of transportation at such a price is an absolute steal!