Chapter 1688

"He was hit with the Cruciatus Curse, Polly, he was hit with the Cruciatus Curse!"

Hannah threw herself into my arms, screaming.

My body trembled.

I hugged her back.

Pretending to ask a bit foolishly: "Who was hit with the Cruciatus Curse?"

Actually, I didn't need to ask at all; I knew that the one who made Hannah so afraid must be Darren Potter.

Isn't he the protagonist of a fanfiction? How could he be hit with the Cruciatus Curse?

As I expected, Hannah screamed: "It's Darren, he was hit with the Cruciatus Curse. I heard Madam Pomfrey say it, I went to the hospital wing... no matter how I call him, he won't wake up. Will he never wake up again?"

"How could that be? There's Dumbledore!"

I said, pretending to be reassured.

In fact, my tears had already fallen.

I hugged Hannah tightly.

For my panicked future.

Hannah didn't let go of me.

Her hands holding me were very tight, her voice was very sharp, and her eyes touching my shoulder were also very moist.

I didn't dare to comfort her.

Because I know this will be the norm.

Unless Darren Potter has a system that can kill everyone, or a golden finger. Otherwise, to maintain the plot, he has to be constantly injured and sent to the hospital wing. I thought tremblingly, fortunately, I don't have a golden finger, and I am not the protagonist.

My plan is correct; I really shouldn't stand out.

Those with golden fingers are so miserable, let alone me! This world is really not a fairy tale.

Darren Potter was in a coma for a long time.

Every morning and afternoon, Hannah would drag me to the hospital wing to see him secretly.

He lay on the hospital bed with a pale face, and those green eyes never opened.

The lips that should have been rosy were also pale and bloodless at this time. We also heard the sound of Madam Pomfrey and Snape arguing.

Snape insisted that Madam Pomfrey use his potions.

Madam Pomfrey believed that she was the physician.

But Snape insisted that Madam Pomfrey's potion-making technique was not good.

This made Madam Pomfrey furious.

She almost got into a fight with Snape.

Fortunately, they noticed our presence, so they didn't fight.

But Madam Pomfrey still didn't have a good tone towards us.

She told us not to come so frequently.

"Bringing candy every time you come, do you think he can finish it in seven years? I've already used several cabinets to put your candy!"

Madam Pomfrey said angrily.

But her palm, as she leaned over to wipe Darren's forehead, was still gentle.

"Really, getting himself into the hospital wing day after day!"

I heard her mutter as she left.

Hannah next to me looked at Darren Potter with watery eyes.

I hurriedly pulled her away.

"Let's go, we..."

I pulled Hannah.

My gaze swept over Darren Potter.

Even lying on the hospital bed without any blood, this child is still so good-looking; it's simply like glowing.

It makes people's hearts ache to look at him. How miserable! I couldn't help but think. My body trembled. I am indeed very cowardly.

Can only rely on him.

Darren Potter woke up before the banquet, but when he came over, the banquet had already started.

We were still eating when we saw him walk in with light steps.

He tilted his head, cute enough to make people scream.