"Draco, have I ever told you why I hate you?" Potter turned to Malfoy and said,
"Does that kind of thing make sense?" The arrogant Malfoy never disdained such things.
The young savior frowned and said, "Forget it, you won't understand anyway."
"Ah - let's see, it seems that our great savior really knows everything." The provocation couldn't be more obvious, but that was not his intention today.
Harry didn't say anything when he heard this, his lips pursed into a line. It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be...
But - "Potter, do you know why I hate you."
"Is that kind of thing... Meaningful?" The air was a bit depressing.
"Ha, when did the gentle, considerate and approachable savior learn to use other people's words to ridicule others?" He sneered arrogantly, and the paranoid boy slowly uttered another sentence, a sentence that should have been redeemed - "I'm sorry, I want to ask, when did I say I hate you? Silly baby Potter." Potter's eyes widened. "!"
Author: Due to the needs of the plot, there will be slight changes based on the basic plot of the original work. There is absolutely no disrespect to HP and Aunt Rowling.