Chapter 1702

We wouldn't.

If we really wanted to die, we would have committed suicide long ago; would we die for others? He was just performing.

Performing his kindness, performing his persona.

I thought calmly.

Stupid tears fell.

Hannah wiped them away for me.

She even took out a handkerchief and said I was sentimental.

Ha.

She is the sentimental one; her eyes were swollen from crying at noon! Harry's performance was pretty good.

Of course, for Darren, it should just be giving him a way out.

I think I already know the subsequent script.

It must be Darren reigniting his will to live, then standing up to expose the crimes of those people.

Speaking of crimes.

Kante led people to murder Darren; will he be locked in Azkaban? I felt a strange sense of joy.

Actually, if Kante died, I would definitely be punished by Mom and Dad.

But if he didn't die and was locked in Azkaban... Mom and Dad would at most scold me.

Because their beloved son didn't die and still has hope.

I felt a little excited.

But I worried that Darren couldn't achieve this.

There were so many students this time, and those nobles were united; could he really send them all to Azkaban?

He couldn't, right?

Unless Dumbledore helped him regardless of the cost.

But how could that be?

Although Dumbledore seems to like him very much right now, if it were Harry Potter being bullied by these people, he might not necessarily be able to lock them all up.

After all, this is the era of purebloods.

Even Dumbledore has to offend people.

And with so many students dead, Dumbledore must have a lot of trouble himself, right?

I thought hesitantly.

I didn't dare to hold high expectations for this. I had many dreams that night.

Most of them were about Kante coming back to kill me.

I also dreamed that Kante suspected I gave him the diary, and in the end, he told Dad, and Mom and Dad caught me and locked me in the dungeon to interrogate me.

Because the dream was so vivid.

I woke up crying.

By this time, it was already time for breakfast.

I heard from Hannah that Darren and the others had already gone to the Ministry of Magic; I hope he can do it.

I was absent-minded all morning until the Daily Prophet was delivered, along with another memory ball from Hannah's family.

I didn't look at the memory ball, but looked at the Daily Prophet first.

It was written in the most conspicuous font: Darren Potter acquitted, Cornelius Fudge accused of colluding with Death Eaters.

My heart skipped a beat.

I hurriedly read on.

"According to the reporter's invitation, this trial has concluded."

The final result: Darren Potter acquitted, Cornelius Fudge accused of colluding with Death Eaters, Albus Dumbledore acting as Minister for Magic.

Slytherin students led by the Flynn family, the Pucey family, etc., were expelled from Hogwarts and sentenced to eleven years in prison.

Dumbledore's move might mean that a new era for the Ministry of Magic is coming... I didn't read the rest of the flattery; I just want to cry now.

But I didn't cry out.

I laughed out loud.

Kante went to Azkaban! Eleven years.

By the time he comes out, I'm afraid even the war will be over.

I don't need to be afraid of him at all.

He will stay in Azkaban for eleven years; maybe by the time he comes out, I can kill him in seconds.

By then, who bullies whom will be hard to say.

I quietly curled the corners of my mouth.

When I was happy enough, I looked down at Darren's cute photo in the newspaper.

My fingers gently stroked it.

What kind of person is he? He is very fake!

I subconsciously thought of this word.

I wanted to laugh a little.

I don't loathe his fakeness; after all, it's good enough to be alive in this world.

But while he was being fake, he helped me along the way.

I can be sure he was really helping me.

If he didn't care about my life or death, then this time, he could have just let Kante die.

It would count as showing me favor, and he wouldn't have to scheme so much.

But he didn't let Kante die; instead, he schemed to get Kante into Azkaban. I can be sure he deliberately wanted me to vent my anger.

Living is probably harder for that guy than dying, right? When he comes out and is beaten by me, he will definitely be even more desperate.

Not to mention eleven years in Azkaban.

This isn't just going to jail; this is suffering.

Eleven years!

I feel like these eleven years I was bullied by Kante... wait.

I was bullied by Kante for eleven years, and he gave Kante an eleven-year sentence.

I thought of many people's praise for him, like a ray of light.

So chuunibyou! I muttered.

Then I smiled and stuffed the newspaper under my pillow.

He did me such a big favor; I should prepare a very nice Christmas gift for him.

"Give me a papaya, I will repay you with a jade."

"It is not a repayment, but a token of eternal friendship..."

With the end of Darren's case, Hogwarts returned to peace.

But I discovered a problem: Darren doesn't seem close to Snape anymore.

What is the reason?

I watched him walk calmly up to Snape, nod politely, and leave; I almost cried out.

What's the situation?

He definitely wouldn't do anything bad, so what did Snape do to make him angry?

I looked at Snape inquiringly and quickly looked away before he noticed.

Huh.

Snape doesn't seem confused about why Darren is treating him like that, so... did he go and warn people first not to be close to him?

Tsk tsk tsk, tsundere, serves you right, just take it!