Chapter 1731

I saw Darren Potter collapse.

He screamed in pain.

He bit his lower lip tightly, as if that would make it hurt less. I hoped he could stand up and fight back, but he never fought back.

He was just like Xiaobai, weakly waiting for death to arrive.

I clenched my fingers.

When Xiaobai died, I didn't help at all.

Am I really going to watch him die now?

I thought in a panic.

Until an upperclassman interrupted my thoughts.

"Enough, right? Watching him howl for nothing is pretty boring!"

He left.

I stood where I was, my face pale.

I had missed the opportunity once again.

I didn't help Xiaobai, and now I didn't help him either.

I can't do anything...

I'm actually not as brave as I imagined.

I watched Darren Potter lying on the ground.

Becky Greengrass's Cruciatus Curse had ended, and he was curled up in pain.

My eyes were filled with guilt.

I stumbled out of the common room.

I'm really shameful, aren't I?

I asked Crabbe and Goyle.

The two of them showed stupid expressions.

I thought they were both really stupid.

But I also understood that I wasn't much different from them; I was just like them a moment ago, wasn't I?

I didn't even have the courage to resist.

Not at all!

I'm too weak... is it really just that I'm too weak?

I thought of the effort that little fool had made; he knew the punishment he was about to receive, yet he didn't have a shred of fear.

He never spared his own abilities to meet with Harry Potter, while I couldn't even protect Xiaobai's life.

If that day, I had stood in front of Xiaobai, Father might have spared Xiaobai, right?

That Cruciatus Curse was a trial.

I lost, and from then on, I am the pure-blood aristocrat Draco...