Chapter 175 It's an honor for him to be your friend.

Chapter 175 It's an honor for him to be your friend.

Draco's expression froze immediately upon hearing Ron's words.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Harry almost burst out laughing; Ron's move was really cunning.

But it is indeed useful.

Draco glanced subconsciously into the crowd, not seeing Henry, but his expression softened somewhat.

"Your Highness is here too?" he asked.

“Henry is indeed here,” Ginny suddenly said. “Just like Ron said, he took a picture with Lockhart and even got a set of books from him. If you want to laugh at the photo, you’ll have to treat everyone the same.”

Draco's expression became quite interesting.

Lucius stood to the side, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked at his son's expression.

"Draco," he asked, "what happened?"

Draco lowered his voice and said, "Father, the Henry they're talking about is His Highness Henry of Wells—"

"Is His Highness Wells here too?" he asked, his tone much gentler than before.

"Yes, Father." Draco nodded. "He just took a picture with Lockhart in the bookstore, and I just—uh—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear: he originally intended to use this to mock Harry, but he didn't expect Henry to do it too.

Lucius glanced at his son, his gaze not very kind.

"Draco," he said in a low voice, so low that only the father and son could hear, "do your research before you do anything next time."

Draco lowered his head.

"Yes, Father."

Just then, a gentle voice came from the crowd.

"What's going on? Why is it so lively?"

They turned around at the same time, and Henry stepped out from the crowd.

His demeanor was composed, his pace unhurried, and a faint smile played on his lips, as if he were strolling in his own garden rather than navigating the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. He wore a simple, dark grey robe with a silver brooch at the collar—the insignia of the Prince of Wales, three feathers protruding from his crown, gleaming subtly in the sunlight.

His self-glow swept across the crowd, paused on Draco for a moment, and then landed on Lucius.

"Draco? This must be Mr. Malfoy." He looked at Draco and asked with a smile.

The smile was natural, like a casual greeting between old friends.

"Yes, it's my father," Draco said with a sigh of relief.

Henry nodded and turned to Lucius.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius scrutinized the young man, and no matter how he looked at him, he felt that the young face carried a composure that was inconsistent with his age.

"Your Highness Wells," he said, "hello."

He bowed slightly, his movements elegant and graceful, maintaining the dignity of a pure-blood patriarch while expressing respect for the royal family.

Draco stood to the side, his expression somewhat complicated.

He had just wanted to make a sarcastic remark about Harry and Lockhart taking a photo together, but Ron shut him down with a single sentence.

However, he didn't mean any harm; he was just being sarcastic.

Ron watched him with schadenfreude.

"Malfoy, why are you so quiet? Weren't you talking a lot just now?"

Draco glared at him.

"Weasley, don't get cocky."

Good heavens, how can you be so proud of this?

"What am I so smug about?" Ron shrugged innocently. "I just find it strange that you become speechless the moment you see Henry."

"I didn't!" Draco's face turned red.

"You have it," Ron said with certainty.

"I don't!"

"Then say something!"

Draco opened his mouth, but found that he really didn't know what to say.

Never mind, since I don't know what to say, it's better not to say anything at all.

"I'm just here to buy books." He turned his head and looked into the bookstore.

Ron laughed even louder.

Harry was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking, and his glasses were almost slipping off.

He tried hard to suppress his laughter, but he couldn't hold it in at all.

Ginny was also smiling, but very subtly, occasionally stealing a glance at Harry before quickly looking away.

George and Fred were even more unrestrained, exchanging winks and looking on with expressions of anticipation.

"Draco," Lucius's voice rang out.

Draco immediately stood up straight, his expression becoming more composed.

Lucius glanced at his son, then turned to Henry. His expression softened the instant he turned to Henry, the kind of expression one would show when addressing someone worthy of respect.

"Your Highness Wells, Little Dragon has received much care at school," he said, his tone tinged with gratitude and his gaze sincere. "He often mentions you when he comes home, and his mother and I are very grateful for your kindness towards him."

This was a very tactful remark, expressing gratitude while also implying that Draco often mentioned Henry at home, indicating that the two indeed had a good relationship.

"Draco is my friend," Henry said with a smile. "It's only right for friends to look after each other."

Lucius raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his gray eyes.

"friend?"

"Yes," Henry said. "Draco helped me a lot at school too."

This statement was perfectly watertight, acknowledging Draco as a friend while also giving Lucius face, and leaving no room for exploitation.

Lucius looked at him, a hint of undisguised admiration flashing in his eyes.

This young man truly lives up to his royal lineage.

Despite his young age, he speaks and acts with such maturity; no wonder Draco is so obedient to him.

"It's an honor for Draco to be your friend," he finally concluded.

Draco, who was standing nearby, heard this and his expression became even more complicated.

His father's approval and his friend's approval fell upon him at the same time, but he didn't know whether to be happy or embarrassed. He was happy that his father had finally accepted his friend; he was embarrassed because he had just wanted to mock another of Henry's friends.

Even though I just wanted to be a little cheeky, it still wasn't a good idea.

Ron whispered to Harry, "Look at Malfoy's face, doesn't he look like he's eaten a pile of dung?"

Harry suppressed a laugh and nodded.

"That must be really uncomfortable," Ginny whispered from the side.

The three of them suppressed their laughter, trying their best not to burst out laughing.

George and Fred were also trying to suppress their laughter, but they were having a hard time doing so, their shoulders shrugging.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Lucius's gaze shifted from Henry, glanced at the Weasleys, and then returned to Henry.

His gaze swept over the Weasleys with the arrogance characteristic of a pure-blood patriarch, but softened when it landed on Henry.

"Your Highness Wells," he said, his tone warmer, "I heard you've been busy with a nature reserve project lately?"

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