After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 170 Discussing Cooperation

Draco Malfoy looked at Harry in amazement, with admiration in his eyes: "That's a really good idea!" He nodded slightly, as if lost in thought.

Indeed, the Malfoy family has always had a very high pursuit of image and status, but has not fully realized the importance of packaging themselves, which puts them at a disadvantage at times.

Now that this issue has been raised, Draco Malfoy has begun to think seriously about how to improve his family's image.

However, as his gaze shifted from Harry to Harry Potter, a hint of doubt crept into his heart.

They were both Harry, so why was there such a huge gap between them? Could it be that family environment could really have such a huge impact on a person's growth? He frowned and pondered.

At the same time, Harry Potter felt a strong sense of crisis and was determined to study hard and improve his knowledge and skills to better adapt to Draco Malfoy's world.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he must understand Draco Malfoy's inner world more deeply and establish a deeper emotional connection with him. He naively believed that as long as both sides worked together, they would be able to transcend the differences in identity and background and come together.

Harry Potter couldn't help but wonder, if, he meant if. If Voldemort hadn't existed, would he have never lost his parents? He might have grown up with Draco Malfoy.

Although the two had their quarrels, they accompanied and supported each other more often. They would spend their childhood together and explore the mysteries of the magical world together.

They will learn magical knowledge together in Hogwarts classes, competing with each other and helping each other.

After class, they will participate in Quidditch games together, pursue the glory of victory together, meet many friends with different personalities but similar ideals, and experience the troubles and joys of growing up together.

During the holidays, they would return home together to enjoy the warmth of family. Sometimes, they would go out to travel together, exploring the beautiful scenery and mysterious places around the world. In the process, their feelings would gradually heat up, and their friendship would be elevated to love.

And he would still fall in love with Draco Malfoy, because his deep-seated feelings for him had never changed. Even if the circumstances changed, his love for Draco Malfoy would only become stronger.

It's just that he would become braver and more confident, and be able to express his love to Draco Malfoy without hesitation.

Mom and Dad... Harry Potter muttered silently in his heart, tears glistening in his eyes.

He knew that no matter what, he had to cherish everything in front of him, work hard to make himself better, and live up to his parents' expectations. At the same time, he had to bravely face the challenges of the future and create a happy life with Draco Malfoy.

He only wanted to be with Draco Malfoy, not him, no way.

Harry Potter was lost in thought when a hand suddenly grabbed him.

He came back to his senses and saw Draco Malfoy looking at him worriedly, silently holding his hand to give him strength. Harry Potter smiled at Draco Malfoy, indicating that he was fine, but he couldn't help but hold his hand tightly to prevent Draco Malfoy from pulling away.

Draco Malfoy tried to break free a few times but gave up.

He turned his head and Harry Potter saw the red tips of his ears and couldn't help but smile foolishly.

Hermione Granger, who was standing closest, looked at the two people with dead eyes, emitting pink bubbles as if no one was around.

She thought to herself, "If I am guilty, the law will punish me, instead of letting me sit here and watch two idiots fighting." She shook her head helplessly, feeling a little speechless about the interaction between this pair of idiots, but she couldn't help but smile.

Harry, Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald were discussing some plans regarding public opinion.

Now that Voldemort was dead, the two old men were actually quite enthusiastic and eager to make some changes. Hermione Granger moved cautiously and slowly joined their conversation.

Draco stared intently at Rita Skeeter in the bottle, thinking about how to best restrain her.

Ron Weasley looked around, feeling that there was no room for him to interrupt either side. Finally, he simply let his mind go blank and began to daydream.

However, as time went by, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Why am I so sleepy all of a sudden..."

It was already evening when he was woken by Hermione Granger.

"Ron? Thank God you're finally awake. If you sleep any longer you'll miss dinner." Hermione Granger chattered. They were the only ones left in the room.

Ron Weasley's originally confused mind suddenly became clear after hearing about dinner. He subconsciously pulled Hermione Granger and ran away.

Ahhh, his huge chicken drumstick!!

The words Hermione Granger was about to say were blocked by the wind. She blushed. Ronald! Idiot!

Ron Weasley ran into the Great Hall, dragging Hermione Granger with him, and looked at everyone still eating with relief. "Harry, thank goodness nothing happened..." he said automatically. Then, suddenly, he froze, realizing what was happening, and a cold sweat broke out.

Just now, it seems that the person he was pulling was not Harry... Who was it, haha... hahahaha...

He didn't even dare to look back. Just from the horrified expression on Harry Potter's face at the table in front of him and the somewhat sympathetic looks on Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson's faces, he could guess what Hermione Granger's expression was like behind him...

"Look at me, son of a bitch." A sinister voice sounded in his ears.

Ron Weasley slowly turned his head, his head creaking like a dilapidated machine. He had to turn it, because now it was just like a dilapidated machine, and later it might not be on his head anymore.

His new girlfriend's hair was blown by the wind like a bursting dandelion, and she was smiling at him tenderly.

"H-Hermione..." He swallowed and reached out a shaky hand to smooth down Hermione Granger's hair.

He was caught off guard when his wrist was grabbed. Then, with a strong force, he was dragged out of the hall by Hermione Granger.

Help me, help me, help me! Ron Weasley looked for help at the Weasley twins and Ginny Weasley who seemed to be passing by casually.

Without exception, everyone avoided Ron Weasley's gaze out of guilt. Well, their experiences from childhood to adulthood taught them not to mess with women, especially angry women.

Ginny Weasley shook her head at Ron Weasley with pity. Then, she turned to Hermione Granger and smiled sweetly. "I didn't help my brother. You hit my brother, so don't hit me anymore."

A familiar scream was heard from outside the auditorium. Then it was silent again.