Chapter 1707

He gave me a somewhat withered fig and a Worry-Grass.

The function of Worry-Grass is roughly as a medicinal ingredient in an antidote.

It's not very valuable.

At first, I held these two things, not knowing what he really wanted to do.

However, when I wrote the Chinese characters for these two things on paper, I saw that the first character of each connected together, and it happened to be: "No Worry."

No Worry? What does this mean?

I suppressed that subconscious thought in my heart.

But I couldn't help but think crazily: he wants me to have "no worry," no worry about what? No worry about the basilisk, or no worry about the final outcome?

Is it no worry that I can survive, or no worry that I can see Mom and Dad?

I gripped my palms and couldn't stop thinking, and then I found myself already covered in tears. In this time of being away from home, someone giving a promise of just two words was enough to make me lose my composure.

But I told myself, he gave a lot!

He didn't expose my transmigrator identity; he noticed I was cold and sent me two warm-charm clothes, and he helped me deal with Kante.

Even before, when I encountered the basilisk, he comforted me.

And I, I didn't help him with anything.

I wanted to keep myself calm and not be moved by some things, but my heart was beating uncontrollably.

Why?

Why would he be so good to me?

For no reason, did a pie fall from the sky?

I thought over and over, and there was only: he is a good person, or he simply sees that we are both transmigrators, so he is that good to me.

After all, I really can't find anything on me that he would covet.

My memories?

At first, I was worried that his original-book memories were incomplete and feared he would force me to tell those memories.

But it looks like his memory is clearer than mine.

My abilities?

My abilities are obviously not as powerful as Hermione Granger's, and I'm cowardly; how could I help him with anything?

So, is he really a good person?