Chapter 32: Malfoy's Journey to Hogwarts (Part 1) (Edited)

"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy, and I'm 11 years old. I believe that if you're not a despicable Mudblood, when you hear my name, you'll know what I mean. That's right! I, Draco, am a member of the glorious Malfoy family!"

"My father is Lucius Malfoy, the current head of the Malfoy family. In other words, I will inherit the position of family head in the future!"

"My mother is Narcissa Malfoy, born into the ancient and noble Black family. Although the Black family has almost disappeared, its last heir is currently in Azkaban and will never leave alive. None of this diminishes the nobility of the Black family's blood."

"So I, Draco, inherit the noble bloodlines of the Malfoy and Black families. When I realized this, I felt incredibly proud and have imposed constant discipline on myself, never relaxing at any moment, just like I am now!"

"Step away, filthy Mudblood!" Draco looked disdainfully at a young wizard pushing a cart full of luggage away from him.

At a glance, he could tell that this person came from a Muggle family and exuded an odor of inferiority. Draco would not allow such people to approach him and soil the new robes he had put on today.

"What's wrong, dear? Has someone bothered you?" Narcissa leaned down to look at her son. She was very proud of Draco and thought he was an excellent aristocrat.

"A Mudblood, Mom. He tried to get within 5 meters of me! It's unforgivable! Mom, why does Hogwarts allow these Mudbloods to enter? It's utterly absurd!"

Draco looked contemptuously at the young wizards on the train platform.

At this moment, he was on Platform 9¾ at King's Cross Station in London. Today was his first day at the finest magic school in all of Great Britain, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was about to board the Hogwarts Express.

"Because Dumbledore likes Muggles," Lucius stopped scanning the surroundings and looked at his son.

"When you enter Slytherin, everything will improve. Slytherin never accepts Mudbloods."

"Dear, why have you been looking around for a while? Are you looking for someone?"

Narcissa looked at her husband inquisitively.

"I'm looking for Crabbe and Goyle. We agreed to meet here at 10:30, and I also want to see if I can find Harry Potter."

Draco knew who Harry Potter was.

As a pure-blood wizard, he grew up hearing the name Harry Potter. Although he didn't know how Harry managed to defeat the Dark Lord when he was just a baby, he was sure that Harry had noble blood, possibly as noble as his own, to explain his feats.

"Draco, make sure to establish a good relationship with Harry Potter," Lucius reminded his son once again.

"Don't worry, Dad."

Unlike other despicable wizards, as Draco called them, as a pure-blood wizard and heir to the powerful Malfoy family, he had an important task attending Hogwarts.

He had two tasks: first, befriend Harry Potter; second, befriend Bell Minethil.

For the first task, Draco was confident of success. He believed that no one could reject the friendship of the glorious and noble Malfoy family. He and Harry would surely become close friends.

However, the second task didn't please Draco as much. Not because he thought it would be difficult. As he mentioned before, no one could reject the friendship of the Malfoys, so this task seemed easy.

The problem was why, being as noble as he was, he had to actively seek someone he had only occasionally heard of but never seen. So Draco wasn't very happy with the idea.

Draco knew about the Minethil family; they were also said to be a pure-blood family, although not as noble as the Malfoys. The recent increase in the Minethils' influence in magical society was the reason why his father wanted Draco to befriend the heir of the Minethils.

Draco didn't like Bell Minethil, although he had never met him in person. He just didn't like him. He had heard others say that Bell rarely attended high society gatherings, which made him think that Bell wasn't outstanding enough to be taken to such events.

Being as outstanding as he was, his father, Lucius, often took him to various high society gatherings.

Soon, Crabbe and Goyle arrived, each with their son. Little Crabbe and Little Goyle were the same age as Draco; they were also 11 years old. Therefore, all three were new students at Hogwarts this year.

Looking at the two chubby youngsters standing in front of him, radiating evident naivety, Draco sighed inwardly with resignation.

Since he was very young, Draco had known Crabbe and Goyle. The time they spent together made him realize a fact: "Crabbe and Goyle are really stupid, beyond any help." Therefore, if he had the choice, Draco really didn't want to take these two fools with him.

But unfortunately, in the 20th century, what was most scarce was talent. So, despite being very dissatisfied, he went ahead with the idea that something is better than nothing.

Soon, the departure time was approaching, and Lucius couldn't find Harry Potter. But Draco paid no attention to him. The train only had a few hundred people, so once everyone boarded, he just had to search compartment by compartment, and he was sure to find Harry in no time.

And that's how Draco imagined it. Carrying Crabbe and Goyle with him, it didn't take them long to find Harry.

What Draco didn't expect was that he had already met Harry before. It was a month ago when his mother, Narcissa, took him shopping and strolling through Diagon Alley to celebrate his entry to Hogwarts. In Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, he encountered another Hogwarts-bound student who was also buying robes. They had a brief conversation.

Draco didn't expect that the wizard he met at that time was Harry Potter. It seemed they were destined to meet.

'With this beautiful encounter, our future interactions will surely be very smooth,' Draco thought happily, until he turned his gaze to the other side of Harry.

No one could imagine what he saw. Red-haired, freckled, and as foolish as the two buffoons behind him! He was a Weasley! One of the pure-blood pariahs, a mockery among wizards!

Draco felt like a heavy burden had been imposed on his shoulders. He had to keep Harry away from the Weasleys, who were considered misfits by pure-blood families.

"Once you get familiar with the magical world, you'll soon realize that some wizarding families are much better than others. You wouldn't want to be friends with misfits, would you? I can help you with that," Draco offered.

"No need. I think I can discern who the misfits are. Thanks anyway," Harry dryly rejected Draco's proposal.

Since his previous visit to Diagon Alley, he no longer liked the way Draco spoke and acted. Now, this individual dared to slander his newly made friend. It was his first friend in life! He was digging his own grave!