Chapter 187: He's a Slytherin
Chapter 187: He's a Slytherin
As Kyle and Conna walked and talked, they made their way towards the castle and happened to encounter Hagrid carrying a fir tree into the castle.
"Are you off duty?" Hagrid poked his head out from the branches, smiling. "Go and take a look at the Great Hall; it's truly marvelous."
"This can wait," Kyle approached him and glanced at the fir tree. "Are there more? We can help you carry them."
"Thank you, but this is the last one," Hagrid winked at Kyle. "I didn't forget Christmas this year."
"Forget Christmas?" Conna, puzzled, asked, "How could you forget Christmas... I mean, the Great Hall was beautifully decorated last year."
"Yes, due to some reasons... that was terrible," Hagrid stammered. "But thankfully, with Kyle's help, we finally caught up."
Hagrid felt too embarrassed to mention his memory loss and didn't want too many people to know about this dark history. After a couple of vague sentences, he quickly changed the subject.
Fortunately, Conna didn't ask further.
As they walked into the castle, Hagrid suddenly stopped after just a few steps.
Just as Kyle was wondering, he heard Harry and Ron's voices coming from behind.
"Hey, Hagrid, do you need help?"
"Such a huge tree, where are you taking it?"
"No, I'm fine, thanks, Ron," Hagrid turned around, his head poking out from the branches.
"Why don't you move aside and not block the way?" Malfoy's cold voice echoed, dragging out his words. "Are you trying to earn some pocket money, Weasley? I guess you'd love to become a gamekeeper after graduating from Hogwarts, right?"
Ron's face turned red, his fists clenched in anger. He spun around, seemingly ready to punch Malfoy's punchable face.
Crabbe and Goyle took a step forward.
Malfoy, instead of being afraid, became more provocative. But just as he was about to say something else...
"I think you should apologize to Ron, Draco. And when you speak, don't drag out your words; it makes you sound petty."
"Who... dares to tell me to apologize?"
Malfoy frowned, looking displeasedly at Hagrid's back.
He wanted to see who dared to make him apologize to Weasley... and call him petty in front of Harry Potter?
Dragging out his words was something he learned from Professor Snape. Calling him petty was like calling Professor Snape petty!
Enough of this nonsense!
"Crabbe, Goyle, give me..."
But when Malfoy saw who was speaking, he suddenly froze, his tone changing, "...... bring some snacks for our friend, Kyle."
He never expected Kyle to be here, and that girl... seemed to be named Conna Prince.
Malfoy remembered that just a week ago, Marcus was taken away by Professor Snape during lunch for calling her Kyle's sidekick. He was put in detention for three days, feeding flobberworms in the dungeon.
Malfoy wasn't sure if that detention was related to the girl, so he inquired.
After asking, he learned that Professor Snape gave extra points to this Hufflepuff girl in every class.
"Better safe than sorry," Draco thought to himself, taking extra caution.
Crabbe and Goyle, standing beside him, had already rolled up their sleeves. Upon hearing the latter half of Draco's statement, they froze, then quickly covered their pockets.
"We're out of snacks, Draco."
"Yeah, yeah, we finished them all," they replied.
Draco was infuriated by their response.
Most of the high-quality candies his father had sent were now in Crabbe and Goyle's pockets, and they were claiming they were all gone? And with their hands covering their pockets, did they really think everyone else was a fool?
"Give them back right now..."
Feeling embarrassed in front of the others, Draco said with dissatisfaction, "Or else I won't give you any next time."
Crabbe and Goyle reluctantly took out a candy each, trembling as they handed them over.
"You..."
Draco's face darkened further at their stinginess. He stepped forward and grabbed a handful of candies from each of their pockets, turning to stuff them into Kyle's hands.
Crabbe and Goyle stood there like they had been hit with a petrification charm, their mouths agape and eyes dim.
In the moment Draco took the candies, they felt like the sky had fallen.
"Thank you, Draco..."
Kyle smiled and took the candies from Crabbe and Goyle as well.
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"Thank you too, Crabbe, Goyle... Oh, Screaming Jellybeans, I was just thinking of having some recently."
"Oh!" Crabbe let out a strange cry, almost fainting.
As for Goyle... he had already fainted when Kyle took his last candy.
Draco ignored these two embarrassing subordinates, straightened his clothes, and smiled as he approached, "It's nice to see you here, Kyle.
Oh, and Miss Prince, it's nice to meet you. I'm Draco Malfoy from Slytherin."
"Hello," Conna greeted, then fell silent.
She was always like this with strangers.
"Actually, I was just about to look for you, Draco." Kyle stepped forward, holding a serpent bracelet that glowed with a translucent green light.
"This is what you wanted. I took the liberty of engraving the Malfoy family crest on it. Take a look and let me know if you're not satisfied, and I can modify it."
"Satisfied... of course I'm satisfied!"
Draco had initially wanted to hurry Kyle away, but upon seeing the bracelet, he immediately forgot about Harry.
The bracelet was even more beautiful, elegant, and exquisite than he had imagined, especially the Malfoy family crest on the serpent, which he found more and more appealing the longer he looked at it.
"How much for the extra engraving? I'll pay you now."
"No need, Draco. The 100 Galleons you gave me is enough." Kyle smiled, "As our loyal customer, consider this a bonus."
"Thank you... this is fantastic!"
"Why not test its effects on the Quidditch field?" Kyle suggested with a smile.
"Oh, right, right..." Draco finally reacted, not even paying attention to Crabbe and Goyle beside him, and hurried towards the Quidditch Stadium.
It wasn't until he left the castle that the others snapped out of their daze.
"Kyle... you have such a good relationship with Malfoy..." Ron said in disbelief, "He's a Slytherin."
(End of Chapter)
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