The sickly iron fist beauty in Harry Potter

That's absolutely impossible.

He only made friends with Harry to enhance his own reputation, but wasn't apologizing to Harry lowering his status to Harry?

This was something Malfoy absolutely could not accept.

If he didn't apologize, he would have to convince Harry.

So Malfoy raised his chin, his golden hair shining in the light, and his proud expression was like ice that would never melt.

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

"He charged at me, and I was just defending myself."

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

Malfoy thought he had lowered his posture enough, but he didn't expect that Malfoy's expression would successfully remind Harry of Dolly.

Every time she "accidentally" knocked him down, Dolly would say it was an accident.

If there were more accidents, it wouldn't be surprising if he was hit and killed by Dolly.

Of course, that was in the past.

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

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

So Harry also spoke indifferently, saying: "I don't quite understand. Can't you avoid it?"

"Mr. Potter, your men are charging towards me. I'm standing in the middle of the corridor. Where can I hide?"

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

"This ugly and stupid toad stained my robe. I just taught it a lesson. Is that too much?"

Harry took a half step forward with each sentence.

Malfoy was not to be outdone, as he felt humiliated by Harry's counterattack.

This had nothing to do with the facts. It was simply because Harry actually picked a fight with him for such a stupid subordinate. This was the most unacceptable thing for Malfoy, who was proud of his pure-blood family identity.

"Harry Potter, I am only talking to you seriously for the sake of your reputation. You'd better not think that this makes me the same kind of person as me."

Malfoy offered an ultimatum: "How about I have your men bring back his toad and end this?"

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

Malfoy's face flushed instantly, and he looked at Harry in disbelief.

The two followers behind him, Crabbe and Goyle, took a step forward, ready to attack at any time.

But Draco stopped them and said, "Harry Potter, I demand an explanation."

"I hope this isn't the ramblings of a centaur who kicked you in the head."

"That's easy, Malfoy."

Harry put away his smile and said, "Because Neville is my friend, not some subordinate. You hit my friend, and now I want you to apologize to him."

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

As a result, Harry's words made Neville stunned.

They just introduced each other's names, and they became friends?

Is this speed a bit fast?

However, along with the doubts, Neville felt a warm current in his heart, which made him want to cry.

This was the first time for him, who had lived with his grandmother since childhood, to have a friend.

Since they are friends, he should not let his friends take risks.

So Neville said, "Harry, I'm fine, and my Leif is fine too, let's just leave it at that."

Malfoy was about to lose his temper, but after hearing Neville's words, he could only be patient for the last time and said, "Can this be the end?"

"But your taste in friends is really poor. Everyone can see that he is a coward."

"How about I introduce you to some friends? They come from pure-blood families and are definitely different from a toad-toying person like you..."

"Malfoy."

At this time, Ron spoke.

"Are you talking about the families that have produced many Death Eaters?"

Ron's words were simply a sniper's attack.

Ron wanted to rush up and punch Malfoy just now, but was held back by Neville. He was getting more and more angry, and only then did he have the courage to say such a sentence.

This made Malfoy completely angry.

It wasn't just Malfoy; many Slytherins in the carriage, even senior students, stood up.

Ron was dumbfounded. He knew he was in big trouble and even wanted to run away.

But he gritted his teeth and stood where he was, because Harry moved his body and stood in front.

At that moment, Ron felt that Harry didn't seem to be the same age as him.

"Well, red-haired Weasley, you've pissed me off."

Malfoy drew his wand, pointed it at Ron, and said, "You poor red-haired wretch, look at the tattered robes you're wearing, and your whole family is crammed like pigeons in a shabby cage."

"Did he follow Harry Potter, intending to become his lapdog and eventually become famous through this?"

"I tell you, it's never possible!"

Now Ron was as angry as a calf, and rushed towards Malfoy with his head lowered.

The followers around Malfoy were not to be outdone, and they sandwiched Ron on the left and right.

Malfoy flicked his wrist and was about to cast a spell.

Although his mother did not allow him to practice magic in the house, he learned a few basic spells from his father.

These included repelling spells and fire-generating spells.

Just as he was about to strike Ron in the stomach with the Repulsive Charm, Harry stopped his hand and made him direct the spell at the ceiling.

The chandelier was shattered by the spell and glass fell all over the floor.

This caused the crowd to step back immediately, but only made Malfoy even angrier.

Because of Harry's actions, he was completely disappointed with Harry and planned to teach Harry a lesson as well.

When the senior students around saw this, not only did no one try to stop them, but they cheered loudly.

Anyway, they are just first-grade students fighting, and there is no clear reason for it.

What's more, the people fighting were Malfoy, the heir of the Draco family, and Harry Potter, the boy who survived.

Not everyone has the courage to stop this.

Except for Hermione and Dolly who came hurriedly.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Hermione flicked her wrist, and the wand that Harry and Malfoy were fighting over floated into the sky.

35 Chapter 3 Is he scolding me?

The people who were fighting stopped and looked at the newcomer curiously.

"So what happened?"

Dolly was a step behind Hermione, and the moment she stepped into the room, even Malfoy, who was glaring at Harry, subconsciously shifted his gaze to look at Dolly.

Her golden hair swayed slightly, unable to cover her delicate face.

His green eyes scanned everyone, a hint of annoyance playing on the corners of his mouth.

Although she looked small, no one dared to look at her at that moment.

But then people realized that he was just a new student who had not yet enrolled. What was there to be afraid of?

It wasn't until they took another look that they realized they weren't looking away out of fear.

Just looking at the girl in front of me, I always feel guilty, afraid that I will show an unnatural expression.

Malfoy also broke free from Harry and glared at Dolly, but his voice unconsciously lowered a notch as he asked, "Who are you?"

"Sister, don't worry about it. This is my business."

Harry spoke first, a little flustered by his sister's arrival.

Although he was very tough in front of Malfoy and was not even afraid of the other's wand, he did not want to make a fool of himself in front of his sister.

Harry took a step forward, about to attack Malfoy again, but felt himself being yanked back.

It turned out that Dolly strode forward and grabbed Harry's collar, pulling Harry to the spot.

Most people didn't realize what had just happened.

Only Harry's shoulders trembled, as if he had returned to the days when he was dominated by Boxing Tank Dolly.

"Harry, is this how you come out to look for Toads?"

Dolly's words made Harry completely give up resistance and he was dejected and ready to be taught a lesson by his sister.

But Dolly didn't do this in public, not only to protect Harry's dignity, but also because she knew.

If there was a conflict between Harry and Malfoy, then the blame would most likely not be on Harry's side.

This is not Dolly's prejudice, it's simply because Malfoy is indeed not a good person.

Arrogant, face-conscious, and competitive.

If these were the only shortcomings, it wouldn't be so annoying, but after his initial defeat against Harry.

These shortcomings quickly degenerate into malice, vanity, jealousy and even racism, which is not something that can be easily forgiven.

Of course, Dolly wasn't quick to judge, so she said, "Tell me, what happened?"

She pointed at Neville, who had just stood up after being pushed down by Crabbe and said, "My toad got on Malfoy's shoulder and he got angry and punched me."

"I thought it was fine, but Harry thought he should apologize. Malfoy didn't apologize, so we got into a fight."

"Is what he said true?"

Dolly looked at Malfoy, who subconsciously wanted to nod, but then felt something was wrong and said, "Why should I explain to you?"

"I've explained it, but Harry Potter didn't take it seriously!"

"Now you've taken my wand. Are you really ready to go to war with me?"

Malfoy's eyes were already a little red. When had he ever suffered such injustice?

And it’s okay for Harry, but does this girl in front of him have the right to point fingers at him?

That attitude is even worse than Harry's!

Dolly looked at Malfoy's aggrieved look and instantly lost her anger.

After all, it was just a fight between children. If she really intervened in these matters, it might backfire.

Although Dolly did not intend to, nor did she think that Malfoy's future would be much different from the original.

But we can't let Malfoy blame Dolly, the harmless little witch, for his future downfall.

So she said, "Harry, the parties involved are no longer pursuing the matter, so don't do anything unnecessary."

"It's not our job to stand up for others. Now clean up here and come back with us."

"As for you, young master, you don't want to be punished by the teacher before we even start school, do you?"

"So far, you haven't suffered any loss, right?"

Draco stared at Dolly, then turned his gaze to Harry without saying a word.

He didn't want it to end like this, but his wand was still in the air.