Chapter 1717

Although the word "home" made my heart sway, I really wanted to say, Professor McGonagall, can you please not scare us with such a dark sense of humor!

Returning to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall was just a small interlude; we were more concerned about how Darren killed that Basilisk.

Although I know the plot in the original work, I think that since Darren participated, it shouldn't be that simple.

Then, when Harry was narrating to others, I stood not far from them.

I was fortunate enough to hear the whole thing.

When I looked at Harry's reddened eyes and the others listening until they shed tears, I just wanted to say one thing: Darren, you are truly a dog!

Even a Fiendfyre curse can be played so fancy by you. It was actually self-immolation and phoenix rebirth.

It really is...

I guess he made a big profit, right? I complained and walked away.

Halfway there, I touched the corners of my eyes; there were no tears.

So I touched the corners of my mouth; I found I could hardly control the arc of my mouth. He really... is truly an interesting person!

... Of course.

Besides Darren, the one who attracted attention in school was Lockhart.

I heard Lockhart was paralyzed.

Only one eye could move on his whole body. I subconsciously thought of the term "one-eyed dragon."

But then I felt it was disrespectful to the disabled.

Actually, I quite like this guy Lockhart; after all, Lockhart is handsome.

This kind of middle-aged uncle handsome still makes me quite like him.

I've always felt that as long as Lockhart doesn't speak and doesn't take out his wand, he is actually quite bluffing.

A perfectly good person, but unfortunately he grew a mouth.

By the way, why did he end up like that?

In Harry's narration, he said Lockhart accidentally looked into the Basilisk's eyes, and Darren wanted to save him but didn't succeed, at least he pulled back one life.

But I don't think it looks like that.

Leaving Lockhart with only one eye that can move, is that really not that guy's revenge?

I thought secretly in my heart, but felt there was nothing wrong with it.

After all, that guy did offend people.

Who told him to have no strength and yet be so suicidal?

That guy Darren is not a good person; it would be strange if he could spare others.

You know, of the dozen or so Slytherin students before, nine died, and the remaining six went to Azkaban.

Although it counts as venting for me, it can also show from the side that he is indeed not a saint.

Holding a Saint System, yet not being a little saint, this is really hard for him. I shook my head and sent a pair of glasses to Professor Lockhart, who was paralyzed at St. Mungo's.

After all, Professor Lockhart will only be able to use his eyes from now on.

A few days after returning to school.

These heated discussions gradually disappeared.

It's not that we forget quickly, but that exams are coming up.

Heaven knows why there are still exams this year after so many things happened.

I haven't studied well this year, so for the remaining time, I studied almost tirelessly with Hannah.

We were both almost going crazy.

When we finally finished the last exam, I felt I would rather be paralyzed with Lockhart.

At least I wouldn't have to study.

And if I turned into that state, most likely no Death Eaters would bother to lay a hand on me.

But thinking about it, I felt it was better to forget it; after all, my parents might feel I'm a disgrace and might take me home and give me a "Reducto."

Almost in the blink of an eye, I got my report card.

As I expected, it was still at a lower-middle level.

Hannah improved.

She reached the upper-middle level.

She saw my report card and looked puzzled.

"I remember you knew how to do many of the questions, didn't you?"

Yes, so I didn't do them!

I shrugged my shoulders and told her I had exam phobia; I get scared whenever I take an exam, and being scared affects my grades...

Hannah believed it.

She looked at me with sorrow, as if I were the most pitiful child in the world.

I complained about her strange look, and she said she pitied me too much.

Hey, I was pitied!

... Summer vacation.

I saw my new younger brother.

The new brother is still small.

Mom and Dad named him Kafu Flynn.

I inexplicably thought of Karkaroff.

Of course, I immediately threw this name aside.

I gently touched Kafu's tender little face with the back of my hand.

"Mom, he's so soft!"

I said foolishly.

A hint of sighing appeared in Mom's eyes as she looked at me.

Probably thinking I'm stupid, or feeling I'm clumsy.

After all, without my brother Conter, I would very likely become the sole heir of the Flynn family.

And now with Kafu, I am still a tool for marriage.

But I don't care.

Compared to Conter, I like Kafu very much.

Kafu is a bit like me in my past life; he even has a bit of an Eastern appearance. I only just found out that the Flynn family used to have the bloodline of Eastern nobles; although it was only a little bit, that was enough.

I am willing to give a little bit of my affection for such a look as yours.

Besides praising Kafu, I would also hug him and kiss his little cheeks under the eyes of Mom and Dad.

But this was only in front of them; when they weren't around, I had to keep my distance from Kafu.

After all, they would suspect my intentions.

It's common news for a sister to kill her brother for the sake of inheritance, and the house-elf wouldn't want me to approach Kafu when Mom and Dad weren't there.

I'm not that oblivious.

I actually prefer staying in my room, whether it's reading or practicing spells.

I don't want to do those things under their suspicious gazes.

No matter how much I like Kafu, I know he will grow up to be like Conter.

After all, to Mom and Dad, Conter was the most excellent heir.

Unfortunately, that heir provoked someone he shouldn't have, he went to Azkaban, they had another little son, and Conter has become a thing of the past...

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