Chapter 1607

I, Becky Greengrass.

The eldest daughter of the Greengrass family.

Since I was born, I have been a pure-blood noble lady.

I loathed Muggle-born wizards to the extreme.

I also loathed pure-blood wizards to the extreme.

The former because Muggle-born wizards are afraid when they see me. The latter, of course, because they are so crazy it makes me sick. They are so decadent on the dance floor it's disgusting.

Shiny on the surface, nauseating behind the scenes.

I hate them very much.

It's not a joke.

I really hate everyone.

Of course, that also includes the mysterious person who ruled the entire British wizarding world a dozen years ago.

Seeing Dad and Mom kneeling at his feet, seeing Dad and Mom kissing his robe, seeing Dad and Mom piously letting him leave a mark...

She was disgusted to the extreme.

"Control your expression, Becky, if you can't beat him, then you'd better make yourself worship him."

That at least is maintaining your own rights, maintaining the dignity of your pure blood.

The dignity of pure blood?

Does it mean kneeling on the ground and kissing his robe? Little Becky was disgusted to the extreme.

But she had to obey.

She stood elegantly behind her mother.

She heard her respectfully say to the mysterious person: "I wish to be your servant."

The mysterious person was in his prime then.

He reservedly indicated that he would wait for these little Death Eaters to grow up before leaving a mark on them.

Fortunately.

She escaped a disaster.

That night, Dad and Mom were rolling on the ground in pain.

They kept shouting for the master to spare them.

She was at a loss on the side.

She tried to make them get better.

But it was useless.

Fortunately, they finally stood up again.

"The Dark Lord has had an accident, Becky, take your sister and leave quickly... let the house-elf take you away. After leaving, you watch the Daily Prophet; if it says information about the ancestral home being auctioned, you come back. If not, absolutely do not come back... just treat us as dead!"

Little Becky, Daphne, and younger sister Astoria were taken away by the house-elf just like that.

They were taken to the Muggle world by the house-elf.

They hid there.

Sometimes they were even sent to the sewers by the house-elf.

Astoria was still very small then.

Because of those years of hiding, her courage became very small.

Even now, she is timid every day.

Fortunately.

They finally saw the information in the Daily Prophet that the ancestral home was to be auctioned, and they returned home.

Only then did they know that Dad and Mom had given away almost a large amount of the family's property, which allowed them to escape punishment under the name of being under the Imperius Curse.

The ancestral home was handed over at that time. From then on, Becky became even more confused.

What is right, what is wrong? Or maybe strength is the most powerful.

That's right, only when you are strong yourself can no one force you to do anything.

Meeting Darren was when she was sixteen, the year she was just elected Slytherin prefect.

Because she refused Malfoy's invitation at the dance, he kept finding fault with her.

He even deliberately tripped her in public.

She suppressed her anger, preparing to let Malfoy know what education is after returning to Slytherin.

Who knew Darren would pop up.

He pulled out a bunch of talk about life being equal, which didn't move her in the slightest, only making her feel that this little boy was really naive.

Only.

This boy's theory was still interesting.

She could associate with such people.

Who knew this guy would actually refuse her? He was crazy!

Daring to refuse the friendship of the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family? Hmph.

Must be a wild boy from the Muggle world.

Forget it.

She would give him one more chance.

The result.

Attack! A sudden attack.

It was a Killing Curse.

That kid blocked in front of her.

Then his body fell into her arms.

She subconsciously hugged him tightly and outputted a round of spells at the attacker.

After dealing with the attacker.

She didn't even dare to look at the guy in her arms.

Killing Curse.

How could anyone escape it? He was already dead.

A Muggle-born wizard, a first-year freshman, died blocking a curse for her.

Moreover, this was the first person who protected her regardless of his life, which gave her an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Huh?

He was still alive? Becky was stunned.

Even the Killing Curse didn't work, wouldn't this guy be some kind of freak?

Her first reaction was to send him to the family laboratory to study him well and see what his situation was.

If possible, maybe their family wouldn't have to fear the Killing Curse anymore.

But looking at that guy's simple eyes again, she finally gritted her teeth and gave up this idea.

"Little brat, as your future senior, I'll give you a piece of advice: don't tell anyone about your experience this time, especially don't say you've been hit by a Killing Curse, forget all this, understand!?"

Becky said with a cold huff.

That's right, just because she is his senior! Right.

She also gave this kid thirty thousand gold Galleons.

Used to buy his life.

Although, when she handed out this card, she felt her toes curling up weakly.

Too little.

Really too little.

What can such a small amount of gold Galleons do? But she had only saved this much over the years.

If she wanted to ask for more from home, she would have to explain this matter clearly.

This little brat might also be discovered by Dad and Mom that something was wrong. ===== CHAPTER 1609 =====