Chapter 33

Such a bloody scene, coupled with the sight of Darren’s wretched state, only deepened the impression on everyone.

Slytherin killed someone!

Greengrass of Slytherin killed someone!

……

Madam Pomfrey was startled by Becky’s appearance.

She had begun checking carriage by carriage for casualties when she felt the train shudder.

Later, hearing that Slytherin had killed someone, she assumed an internal conflict had broken out within the house.

She never expected that the one involved would be Darren.

“Oh, my child, who fired that shot? It’s fortunate I am here; had you been among Muggles, you would have died!”

Madam Pomfrey said angrily, waving her wand.

Such a good child, why was he always getting hurt?

“The one who fired was a werewolf; I have already killed him!”

Becky said, pursing her lips.

She clenched her fists as she looked at Darren’s wound.

She had said this fellow was a little fool, and he had even thought she was wrong.

Hmph, no normal person would repeatedly block injuries for others.

Thinking of the fanatical look the boy had worn earlier—as if he were looking at a precious treasure—Becky suddenly understood everything.

This boy liked her!

That was right; only by liking her would he have blocked death for her twice.

If this wasn’t liking, what could be?

But……

It simply wouldn’t do!

The Greengrass family would never agree to her marrying a Muggle-born… a common little wizard.

Besides, she was already sixteen, while this little brat was only eleven.

There was such a large gap between them.

By the time he grew up, perhaps he wouldn’t like her anymore.

Becky found countless excuses in her heart for why they couldn’t be together, then forced herself to look at Darren with cold eyes as quickly as possible.

“Consider it another life I owe you; I will repay it!”

“Don’t think that just because you saved my life again, you can climb up to the Greengrass family.”

“There are some people you cannot covet; I advise you to know your place!”

“……”

Becky whispered into Darren’s ear, but Darren… Darren didn’t hear a word.

He was watching with great interest as Madam Pomfrey healed his wound.

Healing in the magical world was clearly far more impressive than in ordinary hospitals.

Madam Pomfrey had taken care of the wound on his back in just over ten minutes, though it had already healed quite a bit by the time Becky carried him over.

Perhaps if he waited a little longer, he would have recovered completely.

“The bullet is out; drink the potion.”

Madam Pomfrey handed him a vial of potion, likely the remainder of what Snape had brought over last time.

“There, if you don’t want to spend the start of the term in the hospital wing, drink it!”

Madam Pomfrey stared sternly at Darren, clearly needing him to drink it right there on the spot.

Darren got a headache the moment he saw the potion; he had slept for three days after drinking a bottle last time, missing nine temporary tasks, and he really didn’t want to drink it.

“Don’t worry, child. At worst, you’ll just sleep for another three days. Perhaps that will help you remember the phrase ‘cherish your body’!”

Madam Pomfrey’s tone was displeased; this child truly hovered on the edge of death every single time, which was more than she, as a doctor, could bear to watch.

“Hurry up, drink it. Do not challenge a doctor’s patience!”

Before Madam Pomfrey could force the potion down his throat, Darren finally chose to drink it himself.

It was indeed the same kind Snape had brought last time.

The taste was decent, and the medicinal effect was excellent.

After he finished the potion, Madam Pomfrey checked his body once more with her wand and said with a smile:

"Alright, child, you are cleared to be discharged. Of course, if you'd like to stay here, that's fine too."

"No, no, that would be a waste of medical resources!"

Darren hurriedly declined the invitation.

If he stayed in the hospital wing, how would he farm his Saintly Father points?

When he returned to the carriage, the bloodstains and such had already been cleaned up.

Even that werewolf was nowhere to be seen; the carriage was completely empty.

He subconsciously looked toward the corner.

A little girl had been lying there earlier.

Now, she had vanished without a trace.

"No need to look. When encountering such things, Slytherins always choose to protect themselves first."

Becky took a cup from her trunk, tapped it with her wand, and a strange, glowing green liquid appeared inside.

"Drink it!"

She pushed the cup of liquid toward Darren.

Darren looked at her in confusion.

Was she trying to kill him?

"Poison. Drink it and your intestines will rot, and you'll die!"

Becky snorted coldly.

Darren felt relieved; it should be fine.

However, when he picked it up, he still asked the system.

[Ding, a healing potion secretly brewed by the Greengrass family. It has effects such as replenishing blood and accelerating healing.]

Hmm, this girl really is a tsundere.

Darren tilted his head back and downed it all.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't bitter.

He hadn't expected potions in the wizarding world to be so tasty.

Becky was stunned.

She thought she would need to threaten him, or even explain what the potion was, before Darren would drink it.

Who knew that when she said it was poison, Darren would just drink it like that.

Did he trust that she couldn't possibly poison him, or...

The word "love" is truly harmful.

She remained silent for a moment before looking at Darren.

The little brat looked much better now; at least the paleness of his cheeks from his injuries had completely vanished.

In their place were rosy little cheeks and bright, sparkling green eyes.

A single strand of his red hair stood up stubbornly, making one involuntarily want to reach out and touch it.

Hmm, the little brat is actually quite cute.

It's just...

"You should have understood what I said to you in the hospital wing!"

Becky said solemnly.

She didn't want this little brat to fall for her.

Life is only lived once, and he shouldn't be using his life to do these things.

Furthermore, even if he sacrificed his life a thousand times over, it would be impossible for her to become his lover. ===== CHAPTER 83 =====