Shen Yulou crumpled the Prophet's Daily in his hand into a ball and accurately threw it into the trash can in the corner.
"They haven't even conducted any interviews yet, and they're already spouting nonsense in the newspapers."
"So shameless to be so fond of conspiracy theories."
"You haven't been doing well lately, have you?"
Looking at the haggard Harry in front of him, Shen Yulou poured him a cup of tea.
Harry nodded.
The other students at Hogwarts were whispering about him behind his back.
Ron seems really angry lately and hasn't been talking to him.
Harry nodded.
"It's okay, you'll get better soon, it'll just be a little uncomfortable during this time."
Why didn't you tell Hermione and Ron about our plan?
“I think their performance would be more authentic.”
Harry shrugged and took a sip of hot water.
He would rather suffer some injustice himself than have any factor disrupt his plans in the slightest.
After leaving Shen Yulou's office, Harry, with his head down, bumped into someone at the corner.
The two of them fell to the ground together.
"No way, are you blind? Can't you see it's me?"
"You even dare to hit me..."
Draco grumbled as he stood up, rubbing his backside.
But he fell silent the moment he saw Harry's green eyes.
Let him think about how long it's been since he last spoke to Harry.
It's been a long time, it seems to have started from that day.
"You...how did you get here?"
"Isn't the great savior busy participating in the Triwizard Tournament?"
Draco, amidst his embarrassment and shame, didn't forget to make a sarcastic remark about Harry.
Harry pursed his lips, said nothing, and left.
Draco was somewhat surprised to see Harry leave without saying a word.
He instantly pulled his right foot back.
Huh? Harry didn't yell back? That's so strange.
Draco was aware of the recent comments from the outside world, and he was somewhat gloating when he saw Harry like this.
But why do I feel vaguely uneasy?
Before Draco could even think straight, he quickly slapped himself.
Why think so much?
They're really bored.
If you hit them with a mop soaked in poop again, they'll behave.
Xiao Long pouted, swung his arms wildly, and walked away.
Harry entered the hall carrying the books, and everyone began to whisper and murmur among themselves when they saw him.
Harry had no choice but to return to his dormitory.
Upon hearing the door open, Ron immediately rolled over, turning his back to Harry.
Harry was actually a little aggrieved, but he couldn't say anything.
Harry didn't speak, and neither did Ron; the two remained silent.
Draco strode into the lobby with his imposing gait.
Crabbe and Goyle immediately made room for Draco when they saw him.
"Boss, I have something to tell you that you'll definitely like to hear."
Goyle grabbed Draco's shoulder, and Draco proudly nodded, indicating that he was willing to hear more.
"Did you know that Ron was secretly talking badly about Harry behind his back?"
"Crawb and I just passed behind Ron and Fred and overheard Ron and Fred saying something about how they hate Harry now."
"He said he just wanted to get everyone's attention, that he wanted to be famous from the very beginning..."
"Hahaha, is Ron jealous?"
Gao Er and Crabbe chatted back and forth, laughing heartily.
"Ha, the Weasleys aren't any better."
Draco chuckled.
"They were poor and loved to talk bad about others; they were worlds apart from our family."
"Harry Potter was unlucky to run into someone like that."
"I invited Harry Potter to join my team when school started, but he rejected me."
"See, isn't this the result of rejection?"
Xiao Long picked up a green apple from the table and took a bite.
"But you two are no different from Ron."
"Ron was talking badly about Harry, but when I got into trouble, you two ran away like the wind?"
"So, boss, don't you like listening to this?"
Draco's two lackeys were embarrassed when they heard him complaining.
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