Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he just wants to be a superhero

Malfoy's mood had been sour lately, stemming from a meeting with another young wizard a month prior.

Their interaction was far from pleasant.

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Merlin's pants, that little wizard was too strange! Was he truly a first-year, or had he just graduated from Azkaban as a dark wizard?

I only wanted to push him a little, but he actually wanted to kill me!

Since that meeting, Malfoy had been plagued by nightmares, all about that encounter.

He often touched his cheek, as if the gruesome wound there had not yet healed.

He frequently saw golden light illusions and could faintly feel the bone-chilling sharpness of a golden blade.

Damn it, what kind of magic was that?

Appearing instantly behind someone could be explained by Apparition, but that golden light sword was unknown even to his father, Lucius Malfoy.

It seemed to be a lost, ancient magic!

Before school started, his father had warned him not to provoke that young wizard if he saw him again.

If possible, apologize to him, show goodwill, and become friends with him.

After all, a wizard who knew ancient magic was definitely not simple!

Oh, Merlin's shoes, Malfoy felt he couldn't complete the task his father had given him.

Now, just thinking about that young wizard's face made him tremble, let alone actively communicate with him.

Poor Malfoy now just wanted to stay away from that young wizard, as far away as possible.

And now Malfoy had to complete another task given to him by his father: befriend the savior, Harry Potter.

He felt this task would be very simple; no one could refuse the goodwill of the noble and ancient Malfoy family!

Not even the savior!

So, he slowly came to a compartment. Some young wizards seemed to have just exclaimed Harry Potter's name inside.

If there were no accidents, Harry Potter should be in this compartment.

Malfoy arrogantly ordered his two cronies to open the compartment door, looking down at those inside.

A little witch with messy hair, unfamiliar, probably a half-blood or a Mudblood.

A redhead, and wearing such rustic old robes, must be a child of the Weasley family, the shame of pure-bloods.

He focused his gaze on the last young wizard, and suddenly froze. A familiar, delicate face appeared before him, and endless fear enveloped him.

This face, which any adult wizard would call handsome and cute, was Malfoy's nightmare during this time.

He would never forget this face; it was the young wizard who brought him endless fear!

While Malfoy sized up Harry and his friends, Harry and his friends were doing the same.

Hermione looked at the three young wizards at the door. The leading wizard was only eleven years old, yet he used a lot of hair wax to slick his pale golden hair back.

He looked very proud, as if looking down on them, but there was no sense of oppression.

Hermione felt he was a child pretending to be mature. She had seen many such classmates when she was in Muggle school.

Behind him stood two young wizards, one short and fat, the other tall and fat, like one big and one small gourd standing there, especially ugly.

They should be the blond wizard's bodyguards.

Seeing the leading blond wizard suddenly freeze, Hermione took the lead in asking:

"Hello, is there anything we can help you with?"

Goyle considered himself smarter than Crabbe and was Malfoy's number one follower.

Seeing that Malfoy hadn't spoken, he, with his excellent follower's training, immediately realized that it was time for him to share his boss's worries.

Goyle raised his head, awkwardly imitating Malfoy's usual arrogant demeanor:

"I am Goyle, he is Crabbe, and this is Malfoy, the esteemed Draco Malfoy!

We heard that Harry Potter is in this carriage. Malfoy wants to get to know him and become good friends."

"Cough, cough…" At this moment, Ron coughed softly, trying not to laugh.

Goyle's performance was much funnier than Malfoy's.

He immediately attracted Goyle's attention:

"Do you think our names are funny? Look at that red hair, freckled face, no need to guess who you are, a Weasley, a poor ghost, a bizarre wizarding family with too many children to support."

"You!" Ron wanted to retort, but Goyle's attention was no longer on him.

Goyle turned to Harry and said:

"Harry, you will soon find out that some pure-blood families are nobler than other families, and the ancient and noble Malfoy family is one of the best.

I believe you would be happy to be friends with Malfoy, rather than a poor ghost and a Mudblood!"

Seeing everyone's attention on him, Harry looked at Malfoy, who was sweating and trembling, with a smile that was not a smile:

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"Oh? Is that so? Is that what Malfoy thinks too? Like, about Mudbloods and stuff?"

"Of course…" Goyle wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted loudly by Malfoy:

"Enough, Goyle, they are all our classmates from now on. We should get along well and not use malicious words like Mudblood!"

Goyle looked at Malfoy in disbelief, feeling abandoned.

Why is this happening?

Malfoy is obviously the one who hates Muggles the most among them!

Malfoy didn't have the slightest thought of taking care of his little brother's emotions at this time. The sentence kept echoing in his mind:

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die! How is it this guy? Is he Harry Potter?"

Malfoy couldn't wait to leave here, to get away from that devil's eyes. He tried his best to appear calm:

"Sorry, everyone, I apologize to you on behalf of Goyle."

He didn't dare to look at Harry's playful smile, and focused more attention on Hermione, who was insulted as a Mudblood:

"Sorry, we definitely don't mean to discriminate against Muggles. The wizarding world welcomes young wizards from Muggle families!"

After speaking, Malfoy hurriedly grabbed his two cronies, carefully closed the compartment door, and then quickly left.

Hermione and Ron were a little at a loss.

However, because Hermione didn't know the meaning of Mudblood, and Malfoy apologized in time, she didn't have a bad impression of the three Malfoys.

Especially Malfoy, he should be a very gentle and kind little wizard.

"Ron, do you know them?" Hermione said to Ron, who was the only one among the three who came from a wizarding family.

He was most likely to know the news of the three Malfoys.

Ron said somewhat uncertainly:

"I know Malfoy. Our family and their family don't have a good relationship. There are often frictions.

The Malfoy family is an evil wizarding family. They are selfish, arrogant, insidious, and cunning. Old Malfoy was once a heinous Death Eater…"

The more Hermione listened, the more wrong it felt, and she couldn't help but retort:

"But I feel that Malfoy is quite polite."