Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 613 - 171: The Extra-Slow Express! And Proof of Love! (Part 4)
Full head of white hair.
It couldn’t disguise the extraordinary aura of this person.
"Look, I just drew Merlin Ambrosius. I only have four of this card; it’s very rare." Ian showed his card to the other three young wizards.
"Huh? Is it really that rare?"
Harry Potter raised his hand with a bit of surprise. Inside his Chocolate Frog pack was an identical card, featuring the same extraordinary man.
"..."
Ian was utterly speechless.
He had just managed to act superior, only to be immediately humiliated. A card with less than 0.05 probability, how could it be that coincidentally drawn twice from the same batch of Chocolate Frogs!
Before Ian could get over his frustration.
"What a coincidence."
Ririm laughed heartily as he displayed the card from his Chocolate Frog pack.
Hmm.
It was still that exceedingly rare man.
"Ian, I suspect you’re lying to us. There can’t be any other type of card in these snacks." Hermione expressed her doubts with a face full of skepticism, raising her card as if she had seen a ghost.
"..."
Ian suspected that the person placing cards at the Chocolate Frog factory must have been drinking fake alcohol one day.
"This is really ridiculous!"
The joy of acquiring a rare card vanished without a trace.
Just as the young wizard was feeling a bit down, the compartment door opened again, unannounced and without a knock, rudely from the outside.
Then.
Three boys walked in.
"Everyone on the train says Harry Potter is in this compartment, is it true? So, you must be Harry, right?" The lead boy had a pale face and a pointed chin, with pale blond hair and gray eyes. He entered the compartment with a swagger and confidence.
Upon entering.
His gaze locked onto Harry Potter immediately.
"This must be... true love." Ian quickly regained his composure after a slight pause, surprised to see Draco Malfoy instead of waiting for Ron.
He was sure that earlier in the train corridor, no one had recognized Harry Potter, who had hidden his scar. So, he had every reason to suspect that someone had been searching for Mr. Savior all over the train.
As for what others said... an obvious excuse!
"Yes, I am Harry Potter, may I ask who you are?" Harry Potter studied Draco Malfoy with more attention on the two "henchman" roles beside him.
The two followed beside the lead boy, short and stout, looking quite rough.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. These are Crabbe and Goyle, they’re my friends. If you want, you can be friends with us too."
Draco Malfoy slightly raised his head, speaking nonchalantly, but with a hint of expectation, his transparent thinking caught clearly by Ian.
"If this isn’t love."
The young wizard thought to himself silently.
He put down his snacks, ready to enjoy the scene.
"Tsk tsk."
Meanwhile, Ririm watched the scene with interest and then looked outside the window.
"Sorry, I think I already have the right friends." Harry Potter bluntly refused, as he saw Malfoy and company’s arrogant demeanor similar to his own cousin’s.
"Hmm?"
Draco Malfoy obviously did not anticipate his rejection.
He immediately showed a bit of irritation.
"Ha, Potter, you really don’t know what’s good for you, you can’t even see who’s truly worth being friends with." Draco Malfoy’s tone had a certain desperation of a rejected "confession."
In such a state, anyone could spout nasty words.
"If I were you, I would be more careful. Don’t think that your fame makes you great! If you don’t treat me politely, you’ll end up like your parents!"
Draco Malfoy’s reaction to losing face was quite disgraceful.
"Is there something wrong with you? If someone doesn’t want to play with you, you start cursing them?" Hermione knew about Harry Potter’s history, so she thought Draco Malfoy was going too far.
"Your current behavior proves my judgment might indeed be right." Harry Potter slightly frowned, unable to understand why Draco Malfoy suddenly turned hostile.
"This is not your place to speak, little miss..." Draco Malfoy didn’t even glance at Hermione, keeping his eyes on Harry Potter.
"You know! Everyone says you’re the Boy who Lived! How great! But to me, your empty fame is nothing compared to our loyal friends, the Greengrass family’s descendant, Daphne Greengrass, who is also known as the Girl who Lived!"
Draco Malfoy spoke with indignation, trying to save face.
"The Mysterious Man was years ago, the new Great Demon King is now at Hogwarts, and Daphne Greengrass has survived him more than once!"
"Ha, I bet you didn’t know this because you don’t have a family, no one to remind you, and no loyal friends to teach you how to survive at Hogwarts!"
Oh my goodness.
Draco Malfoy’s impassioned speech did not scare the bewildered and confused Harry and Hermione but transferred Ian’s smile to Ririm’s face.
"?????"
Ian’s expression was like he had swallowed a fly.
"Who is the new Great Demon King?"
Ririm turned his head, as if eager to watch the drama unfold.
"The kid from the Olivander family..."
Draco Malfoy, with a worldly demeanor, glanced sideways at Ririm, "I imagine your family would have warned you."
"That Ravenclaw boy, he’s the new one who must not be named! Or did your two humble Muggle friends influence you into stupidity?"
Draco Malfoy sneered down at Ian and Hermione.
"Are you insulting us?"
Hermione looked angry.
Draco Malfoy snickered.
"Ha, believe me, if our families hadn’t cursed us so that we can’t mention that name, otherwise you two would definitely hear my real insults."
He became more arrogant.
Ian couldn’t stand it anymore.
As if being rivals and lovers with Harry wasn’t enough.
He had to drag innocent Hermione and, most importantly, innocent him into this.
What was he trying to do?
"Draco Malfoy, right?"
The young wizard stood up.
"Who gave you the courage to spew nonsense right in my face?" Ian’s displeased tone angered Draco Malfoy and his followers deeply.
Yet.
Before the three could pull out their magic wands for threat and intimidation.
"Maybe your father couldn’t even afford a photo, or maybe your family is consistently this bizarre, so perhaps I should introduce myself to you."
Ian spoke softly.
He merely waved his magic wand lightly.
The three young wizards, who intended to draw their wands, were pinned against the compartment door.
Under Malfoy and his companions’ frightened gazes.
"My name is Ian Prince."
His voice spoke with a slightly low tone.
"Now tell me, who did you say is the new one who must not be named Great Demon King?" The young wizard’s tone carried a hint of anger from being slandered.
