Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

"Hey!"

"What exactly does 'someone else's girlfriend' mean?"

"Are you talking about Cho Chang?"

"Could there be some mistake?"

"Hasn't she always been single?"

"Tell me clearly, Malfoy!"

Harry's mind was in utter chaos, completely unable to deal with the shyness of having his hidden feelings exposed.

All he wanted to know now was when Cho Chang had become someone else's girlfriend.

More importantly, who was the bastard who stole Cho Chang away?

Seeing Harry's reaction, Malfoy said directly, "Cho Chang and Cedric are together, didn't you know?"

Cedric...

Cedric, who was more handsome, taller, and dashing than himself.

Not only was he good at Quidditch, but he was also excellent at his studies and very gentle.

No wonder Cho Chang would like him.

The opponent is so strong, it seems impossible to win.

Harry's face gradually darkened, his eyes staring blankly at the ground.

He felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it impossible to breathe smoothly.

"What are you doing, pining away like this, without even knowing the basic situation?"

"They probably just got together this week.

This afternoon, Cedric even took Cho Chang to a dungeon run.

Everyone in the dueling club saw it, and Fred and George were cheering them on."

"Oh, I almost forgot,"

Malfoy clenched his right fist and gently tapped it on his left palm.

"You were busy with club activities this afternoon and didn't go to the dueling club."

At this moment, Harry was disheartened and couldn't hear what Malfoy was saying at all.

His mind kept imagining Cho Chang holding Cedric's arm, Cho's bright smile, Cedric's gentle gaze—scene after scene, clear and painful, like wounds being cut into his heart.

His lips trembled slightly, and his fingertips exerted a little force due to suppressed emotions, causing his knuckles to turn white.

Harry tried to calm down, but he couldn't erase the bitterness in his heart.

His eyes were stinging, and he didn't want to continue practicing Occlumency.

Instead, he wanted to find a place where no one was around and cry his heart out.

Alas...

His feelings had ended so prematurely before they even began.

Is this what heartbreak feels like?

"Potter..."

Malfoy shrugged innocently.

With zero experience in romance, he didn't know how to comfort Harry, who was suffering from heartache.

He was just telling the truth and didn't expect Harry to be so affected.

After thinking for a long time, he could only squeeze out one sentence, "People should look forward.

You'll definitely find a better girl."

He paused slightly, then continued, "It's your turn to attack."

Right, he couldn't continue to be sentimental here.

The professor was still watching.

He had to be strong!

Malfoy had a point when he said that women would only affect the speed of his spells.

Next, he had to seal his heart and lock his love away, striving to learn Occlumency as soon as possible.

Harry took a deep breath, forcibly swallowed the tears back into his stomach, and then took his wand back from Sebastian.

"Malfoy, what regrets do you have?

Legilimens!"

In an instant, Harry saw the young Malfoy leave Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions in a disheveled state.

This was... the time he and Malfoy met before the start of their first year.

His regret was not becoming friends with him at that time?

Next, at the Sorting Ceremony, Malfoy watched as two chubby little fellows were sorted into Hufflepuff.

The scene continued to jump, and Harry saw that Malfoy had always acted alone at school, eating by himself, going to the dueling club to practice spells by himself, and going to the school infirmary to see a doctor by himself.

Loneliness!

Harry could only feel endless loneliness from these scenes.

Occasionally, Malfoy in the scene would cast envious glances at the three of them.

Yes, Harry was sure he wasn't mistaken.

That kind of look was envy.

He was too familiar with this kind of look.

After all, when he was a child, he had used this look countless times to look at those classmates with happy families.

What was Malfoy envious of?

Was he envious of the friendship between himself, Ron, and Hermione?

Yes, Malfoy had always been alone, without even a single companion by his side, much like himself before coming to Hogwarts.

Harry's wand drooped down.

He couldn't bear to continue watching, so he took the initiative to interrupt the spell.

"What are you doing, Potter?"

Malfoy frowned, glaring at him in dissatisfaction.

"I was trying hard to resist your spell, why did you suddenly stop?"

"Malfoy..."

Harry murmured, not knowing what to say.

He had never imagined that this guy, who seemed confident, flamboyant, and even a bit arrogant to outsiders, had always been so... so lonely.

"Malfoy... your regret is..."

"Oh, you mean the scene you just saw?"

Malfoy waved his hand dismissively.

"Sometimes I just regret not finding a confidant friend."

"I was originally friends with Crabbe and Goyle, but they were sorted into Hufflepuff.

I especially looked down on them at the time and took the initiative to break off contact with them."

"It's no big deal!

I'm quite comfortable being alone now.

Especially after I put my whole heart into spell practice, I don't feel what loneliness is at all.

This is all thanks to you waking me up back then."

"Isn't there a saying?"

Malfoy raised his head, looking proud.

"Cattle and sheep are in herds, but beasts are solitary."

"I am now a solitary beast, haha!"

Looking at Malfoy laughing with his head held high, Harry felt very uncomfortable.

What solitary beast, he was just being strong on his own.

"Malfoy, have I ever told you something?"

"Hmm, what?"

"Ever since you accompanied us to go through the challenges in our first year, I have always regarded you as a good friend.

In the future, whenever you want to go to the dueling club to practice spells, you can call me at any time.

Let's work hard together and strive to become champions representing Hogwarts."

In an instant, Malfoy was stunned.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them.

"Okay, then let's work hard together."

"Enough talk, let's continue practicing Occlumency."

"Don't forget, we still have a bet, to see who can get the professor's approval first and become the winner."

"This time, I will also win against you fair and square."

"Next, it's my turn."

"Eliminate distractions, clear your mind!

Prepare to guard your memories under my attack, Harry!"

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