Chapter 116 (1/2)

”Why it's always you, Malfoy!” Fanlin said with some helplessness that he was worthy of the rival of Harry Potter, Mr. Draco Malfoy.

”Why is it always me?” Malfoy said in a funny way, ”I think you'd better worry about yourself, Al!”

Malfoy said, looking up and down at Van Lin and Hermione, ”you, and this complete mud seed, you'd better think about whether you want to stay here. As for Porter and Welles, you two should be glad of your lineage, although it's a disgrace to the pure blood wizard!”

”Malfoy, you...” Harry was just about to fight Malfoy when a sudden voice stopped them.

”Don't be so arrogant, Draco!”

Talking about a man more than 70 meters, poke black windbreaker, high foot black leather boots, set off his role is particularly pale.

This man looks like Malfoy, and his face is full of arrogance. Long yellow hair spread over the shoulders, it is particularly dazzling.

He was wearing a pair of black leather gloves and holding a walking stick. The top of the stick was decorated with a snake head.

”Yes, father!” Malfoy bowed his head respectfully and retreated behind the man.

”This is Lucius, Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, a total outcast.” Ron whispered. Van Lin didn't go to Diagon Alley, so van Lin had not seen Lucius Malfoy!

”Didn't your father teach you how to respect a nobleman, Weasley...”

Lucius thought for a moment, as if thinking about which child was in front of him.

”Well, I think I should have a good communication with your stupid dad, Arthur Weasley, about your family's education. But it's sad that Weasley is too busy and he has to work hard to earn your tuition.”

Lucius Malfoy snorted with disdain, as if talking to Ron was his greatest benefactor.

Malfoy and his two idiots laughed quietly behind Lucius. Van Lin realized that cheap mouth is indeed the genetic gift of Malfoy family. Maybe Malfoy's blood is from a disgusting slug.

”We meet again, Harry Potter!” Lucius came up and looked down at Harry.

”Are you still with your poor friends? A Muggle, a valet? Of course, there are also... ” Lucius turned his head and looked at Vaseline.

”You are, Fanlin Al, aren't you?”

Van Lim did not speak. In the face of Lucius, Fanlin really could not afford any thought of taking care of him.

After all, if the dog bites you, you can't bite back, can you!

”A half blood, or the Chinese wizard world, tut Tut, what a pity!” Lucius shook his head as if regretfully.