Chapter 502: Why is it him?!!

"Miss Astoria Greengrass went to see the scene; I heard it was particularly miserable. Potter was lying almost in blood, and there were the corpses of Flint and the others around him!"

That's an exaggeration, right?

Lying in blood?

She had only seen such descriptions in books.

And Flint?

Were they already dead, turned into corpses?

Did Potter do it?

Did he kill someone?

No, he couldn't do it; only a completely fallen soul could use a killing curse.

Potter wouldn't dare to kill anyone.

"Professor McGonagall sent Potter to St. Mungo's; I just contacted my aunt."

She said Potter's condition was very bad, and if it had been any later, Potter would have died.

That's fake, right?

How could it be such a coincidence?

What does "any later would have died" mean?

Potter is so strong, what kind of injuries could he have?

Just those minor injuries.

Cassandra thought, feeling bored.

But suddenly she heard a sound of sobbing.

She thought it was herself crying, but after touching her eyes, she found them dry.

It wasn't hers.

She had cried for a long time in the dormitory earlier and couldn't squeeze out any tears for a while.

"Didn't you say you were going to pretend?"

She looked at Pansy.

Pansy was secretly shedding tears while hiding beside her as she spoke.

She found it hilarious.

There was nothing to cry about; the idiot wasn't dead.

"I am, I am pretending; everyone is crying, me shedding two tears is just fitting in!"

Pansy pretended she was being humorous.

It almost made Cassandra laugh.

The idiot stayed at St. Mungo's for two days.

And then he would be sent directly to trial.

She used a two-way mirror to ask her father if the idiot would be okay.

Her father told her it was a game of chess between Dumbledore and Fudge; the idiot might face some trouble, but he would definitely be fine.

After all, he was still a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Did Fudge want to quit his job by sending him to Azkaban?

Cassandra felt relieved.

However, at noon, swarms of owls flew in from outside.

They brought Pensieve orbs and the Daily Prophet.

She opened the Daily Prophet nonchalantly.

Hmph, what could be reported in here?

Isn't it just the idiot ending the trial unscathed?

But.

The idiot actually refused to cooperate at the trial; he took all the blame upon himself.

Was he crazy?

Cassandra clenched her fists in anger.

Did he want to go to Azkaban?

She even wanted to curse.

But thinking of so many people, if she really cursed out loud, the news of Miss Vole hating Darren Potter would spread throughout the upper class by tomorrow.

She held it in.

So she looked at the Pensieve orb...

This was sent by her father, who only told her not to force herself to watch it if she couldn't stand it.

Cassandra snorted; what was there that she couldn't stand?