Chapter 1700

I really wanted to look up and ask how Darren Potter was doing.

I stayed here just to get the first-hand news.

One parent asked: "Then how is Potter?"

"He didn't die; he was sent to St. Mungo's."

"Then since he didn't die, why are you detaining our children?"

They shouted loudly.

I saw a flash of murderous intent in Snape's eyes.

I let out a sigh of relief.

I watched Mom and Dad still arguing with Snape, and I slipped out of the crowd.

I thought they probably wouldn't remember me either.

And I thought they probably wouldn't be able to pay attention to me for a long time.

After all, Kante colluded with Death Eaters to kill Darren Potter.

Even if Dumbledore didn't care, Professor Snape wouldn't let these people go.

My only regret was that Kante didn't die.

What was Darren thinking? Why did he spare Kante's life? I thought wildly.

I stumbled back to Hufflepuff.

Hannah asked worriedly: "Polly, why are you crying?"

Crying?

Don't I cry often? I thought.

But I suddenly remembered that I was doing this for Darren Potter.

I had implicated him.

Would he be angry?

Would he decide never to protect me again? He...

I thought dejectedly.

But I couldn't think of anything.

I just hugged Hannah and cried: "Hannah, Darren didn't die! He was sent to St. Mungo's!"

"That's great! That's great!"

Hannah screamed. She laughed out loud.

I know her.

Most of her joy and sorrow are for Darren.

If she knew that Darren ended up in St. Mungo's because of me, she would definitely be angry.

I thought sadly.

But I knew I wouldn't say it out loud.

I might apologize to Darren Potter later, but it would also depend on Darren Potter's attitude toward me.

If he wanted to scheme against me, I would leave directly.

Kante didn't die, so I would still be living a miserable life.

I might as well leave.

I thought calmly in my heart.

Then I started secretly organizing my assets.

I could leave at any time.

Finally.

A few days later.

News came from St. Mungo's that Darren Potter had woken up.

And was about to face trial.

Putting the victim on trial—Fudge really is a genius.

I listened to Hannah and the others cursing Fudge, while thinking about what efforts I could make if Darren Potter really sought revenge on me.

Maybe I could offer a defense or two? I thought calmly.

Then, the next day at noon, I got a copy of the Daily Prophet and a memory ball sent from Hannah's family.

The Daily Prophet said that Darren Potter had taken all the blame upon himself.

I was a bit dazed.

Why?

Hannah didn't understand either, but she had the memory ball.

The memory ball contained what Darren had experienced.

I watched his performance inside.

Yes, it was a performance.

Others might think he is a good person, a very good person.

But I know very well that he is not a good person.

A good person?

A transmigrator with a cheat wouldn't be that stupid.

But the him inside was like a fool, constantly helping those students—I watched until tears fell.

I think if this were a movie, it would definitely be the most moving movie of the year.

Actually, these are no different from a movie, right?

They are all performed.

I couldn't find a single trace of performance in Darren Potter, but I just knew he was faking it all!

But to suffer such heavy injuries just to make others think he is a good person—is it really worth it?