Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 130, Chapter 128: Draco: Father, you're wrong! (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month!)

Hermione immediately retorted without holding back, "I think it was made very clear at the beginning of the school year that the first through fourth year are under the jurisdiction of our disciplinary team, and it's not something you, a Ravenclaw prefect, should interfere with."

We absolutely cannot show weakness at this time.

It concerns the prestige of the discipline group

The utterly disrespectful approach made the young wizards, who were about to disperse, realize there was still a show to watch, and they immediately stopped in their tracks.

They sat in a row and began to eat fruit.

The desire to watch a spectacle is the same in any world.

"So, you're saying you don't respect me, your prefect?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Alex's eyes.

The emergence of the disciplinary group was something that made the prefects very unhappy. No one wanted to be under someone else's control. Once you taste power, no one can escape it.

Several prefects are already planning to teach the disciplinary team a lesson.

Of course, Slytherin prefects are an exception; to become a Slytherin prefect is to be a powerful figure in the wizarding world.

Hermione simply looked at him quietly, and her silence conveyed her stance.

Alex laughed, a smug laugh, and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Hermione: "Very well, it seems I should teach Miss Granger a lesson."

"Respect your seniors and have awe for the strong."

"If Dursley were here, I might be a little worried, but Granger is just a Muggle wizard. Even if he made a move, what could he do?"

Alex looked at Hermione with utter contempt.

At most, they might get a beating from the professor, but it would be difficult for the disciplinary committee to take control of them again; the power would eventually return to their prefects.

If those Slytherin losers hadn't all kept quiet, Ravenclaw wouldn't have needed to lift a finger.

As for the possibility of losing in a fight, that was not even on his radar.

I'm a sixth grader, while the other person is only a second grader.

In a room in Slytherin at Hogwarts, two figures, one large and one small, sat facing each other.

The bullying incident involving Luna was specifically assigned to Hermione and the others by Dudley to train their abilities. He would only intervene when they were unable to handle it themselves. However, Harry was taken away by Lockhart under the pretext of helping on the way, and Malfoy, who was originally going to be with Hermione and the others, was stopped by someone else at the last minute.

That was his father, Lucius Malfoy.

At this moment, there was a row of seven brooms next to Lucius, all of which were the latest flying broomsticks, Nimbus 2001.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Flying Broomsticks 2000 and 2001 only differ by one number; their prices are more than double, and their performance is also vastly different.

"Father, I don't think I need these things."

Draco said that he didn't even glance at the seven brooms throughout the entire process.

His father approached him today and offered to send him to join the Slytherin Quidditch team in exchange for a donation of flying broomsticks.

Go through the back door?

This was common in Slytherin, but Malfoy now abhorred it.

He believed that with his abilities, he had no need to join Quidditch.

"Draco, joining Quidditch is just the first step, then becoming a captain, then a prefect, and finally the student council president."

"You will gain both honor and power."

Lucius tried to entice Draco, painting him a rosy picture and saying with pride, "We Malfoys have been prefects for generations, believe me. This resume will be good for you in the future."

He knew his son, Draco, whom he had raised from a young age; Draco, like himself, loved honor.

"I told my father that I don't need to resort to such methods."

Draco looked at his father seriously and said, "And I have absolutely no interest in prefects."

"Even if you donate brooms, I won't join Slytherin Quidditch. I've already joined the Discipline Group."

"What disciplinary group? That's just child's play. I hope you wake up, Draco." Lucius scoffed, his words filled with undisguised disdain and arrogance: "That old man Dumbledore must be crazy to agree to this."

"Father, you're wrong. That wasn't child's play." Draco shook his head, walked to the windowsill, looked at the deep lake below, and said slowly, in a tone that Lucius couldn't understand, "Draco taught me a lot, a lot of things I couldn't have learned at home."

"I really don't know what kind of spell he cast on you to make you trust him so completely."

When Lucius, the father, saw his son praising others so highly, anger rose in his heart.

Dursley? He's nothing but a mudblood.

"Father!" Malfoy's expression changed drastically. His already pale face became even more bloodless. He looked at his father with an unprecedentedly serious tone and said sternly, "I can pretend I didn't hear this time, but I hope there won't be a next time."

That unquestionable tone and serious expression were something Lucius had never seen before.

It's like he's educating himself.

A son educating his father?

It's the other way around!

Lucius was filled with rage.

He simply couldn't understand why, in just one year, his once obedient only son, Draco Malfoy, who always imitated him and took him as his role model, had changed so much.

It's all because of that Dursley!

The Carlo family is also insane; they must be crazy to associate with this mud-blooded person!

A bunch of brats, a bunch of brats who can't see reality, they'll regret it later.

We absolutely cannot let Draco continue like this.

He is a pureblood, a noble pureblood Malfoy! Not the degenerate Weasley!

Draco looked at his father and knew he hadn't listened to him.

But we must never let my father say those words again.

His Draco's dream, his Draco's ambition, will be realized along with Draco.

I made up my mind.

He turned to look at his father: "My father, I remember you followed someone when you were young, didn't you?"

Then Draco slowly uttered a name.

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When Draco uttered that name, Lucius's anger vanished instantly, and he felt a chill run down his spine as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His eyes widened as he stared at his son in disbelief.

How dare he?

How dare he say that name?

"Mad, chaotic, and bloodthirsty."

As Draco spoke, Lucius felt a mark on his arm begin to throb.

"Most importantly, you, your subordinates, and he himself have all failed."

"That means Father, your choice was wrong, and the Malfoy family almost got wiped out because of it."

"And I will certainly not follow in your footsteps."

"Malfoy will not fail, I, Draco, will not fail, Mr. Dursley will never fail."

(End of this chapter)