Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"Yes." Harry, who noticed this scene, felt uncomfortable, and answered a bit bluntly, but the boy didn't notice it.

"My father bought me a book next door, and my mother went to the street to find a magic wand." He spoke slowly, dragging his tongue, which was annoying. "Then I will drag them to see the flying broomstick. I don't understand why first-year freshmen can't have their own flying broomstick. I think I will force my father to buy me one and then find a way to sneak in." Boy Said deliberately, as if he wanted to tell Glory.

Harry's face changed.

"Do you have your own flying broom?" the boy continued.

"No." Harry didn't want to continue talking to him, he felt that the boy seemed to have no intentions.

"Have you played Quidditch?" The boy's mind was not on the thin boy beside him.

"No." Harry was a little dumbfounded.

"I've played. Dad said, if I hadn't been selected to our college's representative team, it would be shameful. I want to say, I agree with this view. Do you know which college you are assigned to?" The boy finally Looking away from the mirror, he glanced at Harry.

"I don't know." Harry thought he knew nothing.

"Of course, no one really knows which college I will be assigned to before arriving at school. However, I know I will be assigned to Slytherin, because our whole family graduated from there-if I were assigned to Hufflepuff Odd, I think I will drop out, what do you think?" The boy looked into the mirror again, because he noticed that everyone was listening to him carefully, and he was very satisfied.

"Yeah." Harry noticed this and repressed his temper.

"Hey, look at that man!" the boy suddenly nodded to the front window and said. Hagrid happened to be standing at the window, grinning at Harry and pointing to a few large ice creams in his hand, indicating that he could not enter the shop.

"That's Hagrid." Harry said. Everyone noticed Hagrid, so they kept Harry and went out to help Hagrid get the ice cream.

Seeing everyone left, Harry hurriedly said again: "He works at Hogwarts."

"Oh," the boy said, and he was a little depressed when he noticed that Glory and the others were walking towards Hagrid. "I've heard of him, he is a servant, right?"

"He is the guard of the hunting ground!" Harry disliked the boy less and less.

"Yes, that's not bad. I heard that this man is very rough. He lives in a small wooden house on campus. He gets drunk from time to time and plays with some spells. As a result, he burns his bed." The boy said casually. His gaze stayed on Glory, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when he saw her smiling and taking the ice cream from Hagrid.

"I think he is very smart." Harry said coldly.

"Really?" The boy turned his gaze back, and said with a slight mockery, "Why did he come to accompany you, your parents? It's the dark-haired man? It doesn't look like you and his skin color are the same—and Those of them seem to be Muggles."

"They are all dead." Harry didn't want to talk about it. "The Muggles you mentioned are all very good people."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The boy's tone was not apologetic at all. "They are like us, right?"

"They are wizards and wizards, I think you probably meant this." Harry saw Ona and they were eating ice cream, and he wanted to meet them sooner.

"I do think they shouldn’t let alternative schools. What do you think? They are different. They have never received our education since they were young and don’t understand our world. Think about it, some of them even before they received a letter. I have never heard of Hogwarts. I think the school should be limited to students from the ancient witchcraft family. By the way, what is your last name?"

Before Harry could answer, he only heard Mrs. Morkin say: "It's been tried, dear."

Harry hurriedly jumped off the footstool. The boy didn't feel embarrassed either, "Okay, then we'll see you at Hogwarts." The boy dragged his voice.

When they came out, Harry didn't say a word when he got the chocolate with raspberry and crumbled nut ice cream that Hagrid had bought for them, and just ate in silence.

"What's the matter?" Ona asked, noticing Harry's unhappiness.

"Nothing." Harry ate the ice cream, and Ona didn't care. The three of them finished eating earlier and went in to measure the size together.

Harry silently watched the boy turn his head away step by step, and breathed a sigh of relief.

When Ona and the others came out, they went on to the next store, this time to buy parchment paper and quill. Harry found a bottle of ink that changed color when writing, and seemed to be in a much better mood.

"Hagrid, what is Quidditch?" Harry asked suddenly as he walked out of the store.

"Oh, my goodness, Harry, I forget that you know so little that you don't even know Quidditch." Hagrid glanced at everyone apologetically.

"Excuse me, don't make my mood worse, okay?" Harry said to everyone after the pale boy. "He also said that people from Muggle families like you should not even be admitted to school..."

Ona was nothing, he recognized the boy just now as Draco Malfoy at a glance, but he didn't talk to him, nor did he trigger the relevant plot task. Glory and Hermione are different, with a look of indignation, "Fortunately, we just said that this boy looks good, but we didn't expect it to be this kind of person!"

"I didn't say it." Hermione noticed Ona's gaze and hurriedly dismissed it.

"Oh, isn't this the point?" Glory waved his hand. "We still want to ask if we should ask if there is anything we need to pay attention to."

"How much can he know?" Hagrid was not too happy. "I saw that many of the best wizards came from the only people in the Muggle family who knew magic-like your mother!"

"What the **** is Quidditch?" Harry smiled, and finally asked.

"That's one of our sports. A ball game played by wizards. He is like-football in the Muggle world-everyone likes to play Quidditch-riding a broomstick in the air, there are four A ball-As for the rules of playing the ball, it's a bit difficult to explain." Hagrid said not quite clearly.

"Football?" Hermione and Glory glanced at Ona. "Then Ona should be easy to play?"

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Ona is a star player in the Chelsea football youth academy!" Hermione said proudly with her head high.

"Hermione." Ona smiled. "I don't think riding a broomstick is similar to playing football. It should be said that Quidditch is as popular among wizards as football."

"So... what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?" Harry hurriedly changed the subject-he didn't know much about football, and the Dursleys didn't watch football games.

"That's the name of the college. There are four colleges in the school, and they all say Hufflepuff has many eateries, but..." Hagrid explained.

"I think I will be assigned to Hufflepuff." Harry said unhappily.

"I would rather enter Hufflepuff than Slytherin." Hagrid interrupted with a gloomy expression. "There is no witch or wizard who turned bad later from Slytherin. The Mysterious Man is one of them."

"Fu-sorry-the mysterious man also went to school at Hogwarts?"

"Many, many years ago!" Hagrid was silent after speaking.