33 Chapter 33: Draco's Journey to Hogwarts (Part 2)

Draco was shocked! He was stunned into silence right where he stood.

Harry Potter actually rejected the friendship from him, from the Malfoy family!?

Most importantly, Harry rejected him because of a Weasley kid? Draco wondered if he was still asleep or if he had positioned himself wrong when he got on the train earlier? Otherwise, why would he be having hallucinations now?

Looking at that red-haired Weasley kid, Draco grew more and more angry and aggrieved.

When you can't bear it anymore, there's no need to bear it further. Unable to tolerate this injustice any longer, Draco decisively stepped forward.

Seeing their leader step up, Crabbe and Goyle, who had been following behind Draco just for the fun of it (mainly because their brains couldn't come up with anything else), immediately followed suit.

Harry couldn't believe someone dared to bully his newly made friend right in front of him. There was no need for words, he just went for it!

A skirmish erupted, the noise catching the attention of the prefects patrolling the carriages. Two fifth-year prefects quickly separated the combatants.

Realizing he couldn't get rid of that Weasley kid today, Draco had no choice but to leave angrily, planning to go back and figure out a plan, this wasn't over yet!

Draco returned to his compartment with his two bruised followers. Now, he was even more dissatisfied with Crabbe and Goyle.

With three people on his side and only two on the other, after he blocked Harry, Crabbe and Goyle should have been able to take care of Weasley in no time, right? Instead, they ended up in a stalemate, it was truly embarrassing!

"Minashel, aren't we going to look for the Minashel family?" Crabbe asked cautiously.

He could tell that Minashel was in a bad mood now, so he didn't want to speak up. But thinking about his father's repeated instructions and losing a game of rock-paper-scissors to Goyle just now, he had to pluck up the courage to ask.

"What Minashels? I'm not in the mood right now, we'll talk about it later! Besides, we're at Hogwarts, they're not going anywhere, it doesn't matter if we're a little late or not!"

Draco didn't have the time or mood to look for those Minashel family wimps now; he had to go back and figure out how to win Harry back.

...

Because of the incident at noon, Draco never left his compartment until the train arrived at Hogwarts.

Standing outside the Great Hall, Draco felt nervous. Although he was 100% confident, he would be sorted into Slytherin, he didn't know how Hogwarts would decide on each student's house.

The new students around him were nervously discussing what they would face at the sorting ceremony. Draco listened carefully for a while and found that none of the things they said made any sense.

Some said they had to defeat a giant; some said they had to brawl with a group of people; the most ridiculous thing was, someone actually said all they needed was to put on a worn hat and they would be sorted into the most suitable house? How could that be possible! Only a school without principles would let a worn hat decide where students should go.

Then Draco found out that Hogwarts really did let a worn hat decide which house students should be sorted into!? It seemed that his father was right, Dumbledore was indeed a weirdo, he should keep his distance from him.

One by one, the new students approached and were sorted into their houses. Soon it was Draco's turn. Looking at the dirty, worn hat in front of him, Draco touched his smooth, clean platinum hair.

"I must tell my father to burn this worn hat!"

Gritting his teeth, Draco put on the Sorting Hat and as expected, was sorted into Slytherin House.

Hearing the cheers from the older students, he walked proudly and confidently to the Slytherin table, where Crabbe and Goyle were already waiting for him.

After Draco, it was the turn of the Minashel family. Hearing Professor McGonagall loudly call out Bell Minashel's name, Draco remembered his second task.

Feeling relatively good now, he decided to divert some attention to Minashel. After all, it was his father's explicit instruction, so Draco took it seriously.

As for the forgotten matter earlier? That was just a small accident, forgivable.

Draco looked up and saw a person with short black hair... a youth? Walking towards the Sorting Hat. Was this person really a new student? Were they really 11 years old like him? What had they been eating to grow that tall?

Draco decided to welcome the person and then ask about the secret of their growth after they were sorted into Slytherin.

As for why he knew the person would be sorted into Slytherin? Joking aside, the Minashel family was at least a respectable pure-blood wizarding family, and Draco had heard his father say that all the Minashels were Slytherins. So, it was a done deal that Bell, as the heir to the Minashel family, would be sorted into Slytherin.

Then Draco got a slap in the face. He actually heard the Sorting Hat call out "Ravenclaw"? Fortunately, he didn't say what he had thought, otherwise his face would be really sore right now. It seemed that his initial thought was indeed correct: "Bell is just not talented enough, so his father rarely takes him to banquets."

Discovering the truth, Draco lost any desire to interact with Bell. He decided to tell his father about his discovery.

After all, their own family was the first noble family in the British wizarding world, while the Minashel family was just a nouveau riche who had made some money in recent years. As the heir to the Malfoy family, how could he stoop so low as to actively make friends with them?

So, instead of wasting time on the Minashels, why not consider the "Operation Harry Retrieval" battle? He had just thought of a good idea, which he could try tomorrow. He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come!

"Hehehe~~! Hahaha~~!"

"Minashel? What are you laughing at?"

A Slytherin senior looked at the new junior in confusion, wondering if this kid's head was not quite, right?

"Uh..."

Draco wiped the sweat from his forehead, not expecting to laugh out loud so excitedly.

"It's, it's nothing, I'm just so happy to be sorted into Slytherin."

The senior nodded, about to say something, when Professor McGonagall called out "Harry Potter." Everyone's attention immediately shifted to the Sorting Hat, everyone was curious about which house Harry would be sorted into, and if it was their own house, that would be great.

Draco was also nervous, even more so than when he was sorted into his own house.

He silently prayed to Merlin in his heart, hoping that Harry would be sorted into Slytherin. He swore that if Merlin really blessed Harry into Slytherin, he would never tease Merlin's socks again.

Perhaps Merlin really liked wearing socks? In the end, Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. Watching the cheers and excitement of the Gryffindors not far away, especially the excited Freck led Weasley kid, Draco clenched his fists with jealousy.

"I must kill that Weasley kid! I swear in my father's name!" Draco roared angrily in his heart.