Hogwarts' Golden Glory

With a creak, the door opened, and a polite voice of inquiry drifted in from the entrance.

Kane looked up and instantly recognized the person: Harry Potter, the legendary figure regarded as the savior of the wizarding world.

"Are you looking to buy Hogwarts uniforms, dear?" Madam Malkin greeted Harry warmly before he could speak, a professional smile on her face. "We have plenty in stock. Look, there are two young gentlemen trying them on right now."

Harry, new to the magical world, had eyes full of wonder and curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, peering around with wide eyes.

Sure enough, deep inside the shop, a pale-faced and thin young man was standing on a footstool, a measuring tape moving like a nimble snake, precisely measuring his dimensions.

The other young man had a similar facial structure to the one standing on the footstool, and anyone could tell at a glance that they were brothers.

At that moment, the young man was staring intently at Harry, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate his soul. A sense of doubt arose in Harry's heart: Did he recognize me?

Madam Malkin deftly led Harry to a footstool, gently draped a robe over his shoulders, and quickly fastened a brooch to the right length for him with her brooches flying up and down.

"Madam, let me be measured too." Kane pursed his lips slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the inexplicable emotion in his heart before speaking.

In his view, doing some things simultaneously might make the atmosphere more natural and harmonious.

"Hey," Draco broke the brief silence first, raising his chin slightly, a hint of innate arrogance in his eyes, "Are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Yes." Harry's voice trembled slightly, carrying the awkwardness and unease of someone who had just arrived. His hands unconsciously gripped the hem of his robe, his fingers turning slightly white from the force.

"Hmph, I really don't understand why first-year students can't have their own flying brooms!"

Draco pouted, his face full of resentment, his tone as if he had been greatly wronged. "I'm going to make Dad buy me one later, and then I'll find a chance to sneak it into school. Those old fogies definitely won't find out."

As he spoke, he glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye, as if he had finally found a peer with whom he could share this "rebellious plan." His eyes gleamed with anticipation, as if to say that they would definitely hit it off.

Upon hearing this, Harry instantly pictured Dudley's ridiculously fat figure in his mind.

Harry still vividly remembers Dudley's arrogant manner when demanding a new bicycle from his father.

Just thinking about Dali's bulky body struggling to get onto the bicycle, the wheels of which were teetering under the weight.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he watched the car shake violently with each pedal stroke, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

Do you have your own flying broomstick?

Draco, still undeterred, continued to press for answers, a hint of smugness lurking in his haughty gaze, as if owning a flying broom was something to be incredibly proud of.

"No." Harry lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, his cheeks slightly flushed.

He couldn't even clearly imagine what a flying broom looked like. He felt that the gap between him and those children who had grown up in the wizarding world was like an insurmountable chasm, which made him feel a little lost.

"Enough, Draco." Kane's voice was deep and powerful, his eyes revealing an undeniable authority.

He knew Draco too well; the guy always tried to highlight his superiority in front of others, as if only in this way could he prove his uniqueness.

Draco felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and his arrogant demeanor instantly vanished.

He shrank back, pursed his lips, and looked unwilling, but dared not say another word.

He knew perfectly well that if he didn't listen, Kane's "education of love" was no joke.

Although he and Kane look like they were cut from the same mold, only he knows how amazing power is hidden in Kane's seemingly frail body.

He had personally witnessed Kane cracking a solid wall with his bare hands; the scene was like a nightmare, deeply imprinted in his mind, making him dare not disobey Kane's warning in the slightest.

At that moment, Harry's gaze slowly shifted to the boy who had been silently watching him ever since he stepped into the store.

"Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Kane, and this is my brother Draco."

Kane smiled warmly and extended his hand to Harry with elegance and composure. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"What? You're Harry Potter! The Harry Potter who defeated Mystic?" Draco's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

For the past eleven years, the name Harry Potter has been like a legend to him, an unattainable figure.

Now, this legendary figure was standing right in front of him, and he looked like just an ordinary boy, which made it hard for him to accept.

As Mrs. Malkin listened to their conversation, her gaze involuntarily fell on Harry's forehead.

When she saw that iconic scar, she couldn't help but marvel at the incredible story behind it!

"Uh... how did you recognize me?" Harry scratched his head shyly, a blush creeping onto his face.

In fact, from the moment Kane looked at him, he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

However, the reasons why he was so famous in this magical world, the identity of that mysterious person, and when and where he defeated him were all shrouded in mystery, lingering in his mind like a fog.

"The scar on your head is the best proof." Kane slightly raised his chin, looking at Harry with deep eyes, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"Is it because of this scar on my forehead?" Harry subconsciously raised his hand and gently touched his forehead, as if trying to find secrets hidden deep within the scar. "Then can you tell me what happened?"

"These past events will be told to you one by one in the future," Kane said with a smile, shaking his head, a mysterious glint in his eyes.

"So, Harry Potter, would we be honored to be your friends?" His hand remained firmly outstretched in mid-air, his attitude sincere and frank.

Kane was naturally happy to be friends with this savior, partly out of respect for him personally, and partly because Kane wanted Dumbledore's support!

As the strongest fighter in the world, this old man is someone Kane can't defeat right now. Kane can't get around him if he wants to realize his ambitions. But if he can get the old man's support or avoid conflict, that would be great.

Fortunately, Harry did not disappoint Kane.

"Of course! Hello, Kane, you're the first friend I've made in the wizarding world!" Harry's face lit up with a bright smile. He reached out without hesitation and firmly grasped Kane's hand, as if at that moment, an invisible yet incredibly strong connection had been established between them.

At this moment, Draco, who was standing to the side, had a slightly flushed face and his eyes revealed a complex emotion.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but something seemed to choke him, and in the end he just stood there silently, without saying a word.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter. Can we be friends?" Harry turned to Draco, his face beaming with sincerity and friendliness.

In his memory, Draco was the first person to take the initiative to talk to him, and he always kept this small act of kindness in his heart.

Draco's face instantly turned bright red, the blush spreading rapidly from his cheeks to his ears, and even his fair neck was tinged with a faint blush.

He avoided Harry's gaze somewhat flusteredly and stammered, "Y-you... hello, my name is Draco, nice to meet you."