In Harry's nervous, expectant, and vaguely conflicting thoughts, the big guy at his feet groaned slowly a few times, then lazily lay down in front of the platform.
As soon as the train stopped, the carriage door was opened from the outside.
The visitor was unexpected. It was the eldest Malfoy, who had kept a low profile since Harry was hospitalized after being sprayed by Snape.
When Crabbe and Goyle were stuck at the door, Harry and the others stood up, and Ron and Neville subconsciously tried to block Harry.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to cause trouble." As he spoke, Malfoy raised his arms slightly, revealing his empty palms.
Whether it is the world of wizards or Muggles, showing that you are not holding a weapon is a sign of goodwill.
"I just came to say goodbye to my classmates and see you again at the beginning of school, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger." Malfoy showed a gentle and familiar smile on his face, and he paid attention every time he said a name.
When his eyes moved to Ron, the boy couldn't help but tighten his right arm. The wand exchanged for unicorn hair was firmly grasped in his hand.
In fact, Ron almost shot Malfoy as soon as he walked in. Fortunately, he didn't remember which spell to use, so his subconscious reaction didn't cause trouble.
Of course, this is also because Malfoy sent Harry to the doctor last time, which made Ron have a slightly different impression of the golden-haired boy in front of him, and he felt a little guilty for misunderstanding Malfoy and hitting him.
But even so, if Malfoy insults him, he will still beat this Angsa boy out.
"Well, there are also Messrs. Weasley and Longbottom, so I'll say goodbye and wish you a happy holiday." Malfoy politely greeted everyone, took a step back, then turned around to take the two with him.
partners left.
But who knows...
"Ah!"
Malfoy gave a short exclamation, then pushed Goyle with his shoulder angrily, and then he and Crabbe were freed.
These two things were stuck at the door. When Malfoy turned around, he bumped into them, which really shocked him.
After figuring out the situation, I felt like I had filled the cup 100% and stepped on shit after finishing it.
Brother, I performed so perfectly just now, but before I left, you two completely messed up my image.
"Pfft~"
After hearing Hermione's uncontrollable chuckle, Malfoy even blushed and pushed the two big guys to leave.
"Hahahaha~~~~~~"
Ron was a little confused by Malfoy. Only then did he react and couldn't help laughing.
Maybe the incident itself wasn't that interesting, but Malfoy's words and behavior after entering the door made him feel a little confused, and he naturally laughed mercilessly when he found the opportunity.
Now Malfoy didn't want to leave. He had to ask the red-haired boy, are you polite?
Seeing Malfoy turning around and staring at him, Ron suddenly felt a little guilty. His wanton laughter stopped abruptly. Because he stopped too quickly, he started coughing continuously. Neville beside him saw this and quickly helped him pat him.
The back.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Listening to the low, percussive sound, Malfoy suddenly became less angry.
While coughing, Ron waved his hands with his back to Neville, please stop hitting him, otherwise he will be dead.
If he hadn't known Neville's upright character, Ron would have thought he was a killer sent by Fred and George.
After Neville stopped, Ron quickly picked up the half-cup of pumpkin juice that Harry had left and drank it down, feeling a little better.
"Sorry, he just..." Harry apologized for his good friend, but he didn't know how to explain it. After seeing that Ron was fine, he simply threw him aside and expressed his doubts.
"Malfoy, I don't know if it's appropriate to say this, but compared to before, you have changed a lot. You are very... a gentleman?"
Malfoy's eyes lit up, right? Did everyone find out?
If you said that, I wouldn’t be embarrassed.
The young gentleman who had just received recognition from others opened his mouth to say something, but after hearing the movement outside the door, he looked around.
"Wait a moment."
Malfoy walked towards Crabbe and Goyle outside the door. After the train arrived at the station, the students packed their luggage and walked down one after another. The two big guys standing there were really in the way, but if they were allowed in, the space inside the carriage would be enough.
It’s too crowded.
"Good brothers, you go back to the carriage to pack your luggage, and then wait at the platform. I'll be there in a minute." Patting the two of them on the shoulders, Malfoy motioned for them to leave first.
The big guys were still a little worried about his safety, but the boss had already made up his mind, and the two of them had no choice but to obey the order unwillingly.
However, before leaving, he still stared threateningly into the carriage, and then he staggered along the flow of people towards the carriage where the luggage was stored.
"It's okay now. Otherwise, letting them block you there would be too much of a hindrance to others." Malfoy closed the car door, and there were all the sounds of greetings and farewells outside. It was too noisy.
"I really suspect that you have been tricked. It's too hard to believe." Ron looked surprised and almost couldn't help but want to step forward and lift Malfoy's robe to see if there was another person hidden inside. "It's really hard to believe that my performance was so bad when I first started school." Malfoy laughed at himself and began to talk frankly about his journey.
"I was born in a noble family with a long tradition. Since I was very young, I have longed to become a true noble gentleman and have been working hard towards my goal."
Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Malfoy couldn't help but glare at Ron. What kind of expression did you make when you talked about your origin?
"I have seen many aristocratic social scenes. The men are holding wine glasses and complimenting each other, and the women are in groups, showing off their families, wealth, children or other things to each other. At that time, I thought this was the life of the aristocracy." When talking about his past experiences, little Mr. Malfoy was full of regrets. The power of role models cannot be ignored.
"Until I entered Hogwarts at the beginning of the school year, I was still ignorant and lived absurdly and ridiculously day after day. Fortunately, we have a good teacher who taught me by words and deeds what to do.
A true nobleman."
"Ani!" Upon hearing this, Harry subconsciously called out that familiar name.
"That's right, it's Professor Scamander. It's because of the teacher's many teachings that I know how to be a true noble." At this point, Malfoy once again showed a gentle smile on his face. p>
After hearing Ani's name, several people who were familiar with him naturally thought of why the smile on Malfoy's face looked so familiar.
Isn’t that the usual expression on Aini’s face?
"Teacher?" Harry was a little confused. English teacher and teacher's pronunciation were different.
"I am Slytherin's Transfiguration teaching assistant in this grade, so I can naturally be regarded as the teacher's disciple." Malfoy said with some pride, but after seeing Hermione, he decisively continued to lurk in a low profile.
"Gentlemen, maybe we have to go." Hermione interrupted the two people who were chatting and gestured to the car window.