After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 167 8 tricks

Harry Potter held Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley's hands tightly. He wanted to confess his love to Draco Malfoy directly, but his reason told him that if he confessed now, he would definitely be rejected.

So, he resisted the urge, pulled the two of them into the invisibility cloak, and slowly left the Slytherin common room.

Ron Weasley hadn't yet sorted out his thoughts from the chaos that had just occurred. He looked confused, not knowing what had happened.

Hermione Granger seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if she had a lot to say but didn't know how to start.

Harry Potter looked at the two of them with his usual smile. Hermione Granger saw this smile and suddenly understood everything.

She smiled and looked at Harry Potter with a determined look in her eyes. She knew that no matter what decision Harry Potter made, they would always be together.

As the door of the Slytherin common room closed silently, Draco Malfoy's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile on his face.

"Satisfied?" Draco asked suddenly without thinking, his voice calm. His eyes fell on Draco Malfoy, revealing a tolerant look.

"Ah, very interesting, what a pity, if only I could know what he was thinking." Draco Malfoy's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even wider.

Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini looked bewildered, completely confused as to what Draco meant. They exchanged glances, each seeing confusion in the other's eyes.

However, Harry, who also sensed the presence of Harry Potter and the others, smiled helplessly. He shook his head slightly and sighed inwardly.

Take care, peer.

He knew Draco's character very well; sometimes he just liked to play tricks and make people unpredictable. But as long as he was happy, then let him be.

Every word Draco Malfoy said came from the heart, but in fact, the situation of the Malfoy family was far from as difficult as he said.

Moreover, he did not mention that the glory of the Malfoy family had any connection with those irrelevant media reports, but only made a few vague remarks.

Just some little tricks of language skills.

He knew how familiar they were, had known it from the moment Harry Potter entered the room, and he was quite pleased that Harry Potter hadn't rushed forward like an idiot to express his affection.

He didn't need a reckless, impulsive, and clueless Gryffindor as his partner. Instead, he longed to find someone who could understand the dark ways he could resort to and was willing to support him and help him reach the top.

"Let me see how much you can give for me, Harry Potter." Draco Malfoy sighed with pleasure in his heart.

"Hey, maybe you don't know yet, but we just ran into those Gryffindor guys outside, including the famous savior."

Crabbe said this triumphantly, seeming quite proud of his discovery. He and Goyle excitedly entered the Slytherin common room.

"That Potter boy seems to be a little worried. I wonder what he's thinking about." Crabbe shrugged with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"Humph, he must be thinking about how to deal with us!" Goyle said with gritted teeth. He was easily led astray, especially by someone he trusted.

"Haha, let him try! We won't be defeated by him easily." Crabbe said confidently, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

He looked at Draco Malfoy expectantly, because usually at this time Draco Malfoy would jump out. And if he said a few more words, the young master would go and cause trouble for Harry Potter.

Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini looked peculiar. Hmm... Crabbe's method of fanning the flames was quite low-level.

Draco Malfoy smiled. "It seems you haven't received any letters from your family yet."

Yesterday, among the Death Eaters who died, there were many minor nobles who had defected to Voldemort. Crabbe's father was among them.

The Goyles escaped the disaster because they followed the Malfoys without hesitation, but the Crabs, who had their own plans, were not so lucky.

"What does this mean?" Crabbe had a bad feeling.

"Go home, Crabbe." Draco Malfoy didn't expect himself to be so calm. He had learned a lot from traveling to another world.

He could see Crabbe's resentment and resentment towards him. He didn't understand. While he might have been a little arrogant in the past, he had always been serious about his friends. He had never treated them like slaves or thugs.

Isn't it normal for him to stand in the middle? Isn't it weird for him to stand on the left or right?

Unexpectedly, Crabbe felt that he had never considered him a friend and thought that his kindness to them was charity.

Oh, as if he were blind.

Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini both sensed Draco Malfoy's attitude. It wouldn't be long before the Slytherins, having assessed the situation, figured out how to deal with Crabbe.

Draco Malfoy's eyes were filled with indifference. Since you don't need my kindness or my protection, then just look at what it feels like when the privileges and treatment you enjoy disappear without me.

Crabbe was terrified. He ignored Draco Malfoy's cold gaze, preoccupied with wondering what was going on at home. He knew Draco Malfoy wouldn't do anything without a purpose. He rushed out. No, he had to ask to go back. The owl was too slow.

Goyle opened his mouth, staring blankly in the direction Crabbe left, and helplessly put some popcorn in his mouth. What happened to Crabbe? And... couldn't he see that Draco was angry?

Goyle sat down carefully, glancing at Draco Malfoy from time to time.

Draco Malfoy was very kind to Goyle, a simpleton who could understand his mood better than anyone else. He handed him a plate of fresh strawberries, which had just been sent by Narcissa Malfoy via owl.

Fruit is precious in winter. Goyle swallowed his saliva. He looked at Draco Malfoy, whose mood had strangely brightened up again, and without hesitation, he took the plate and began to eat.

"Thank you, Draco." He was eating a strawberry and his words were a little slurred.

He didn't know how Crabbe had angered Draco Malfoy, but he would stand on Draco Malfoy's side without hesitation.

He only knew that Draco Malfoy had always been very good to him. Although he could be a little sharp-tongued sometimes, he had always been very protective of him and Crabbe since they were young.

Because of their love of eating and clumsiness, many children of the same age despise and look down on them.

It was Draco Malfoy who stood before them and offered his hand first.

He won't forget.