Chapter 771

The Potter little brat is very strong.

Becky also has to admit this.

But she also has to admit that the Potter little brat likes to cause trouble very much.

The first week of school.

He left the Slytherin dining table directly with Harry Potter. She was stunned when she watched the Potter little brat leave.

Is the Potter little brat crazy?

Clearly, Cassandra didn't stop him! Does he have no sense of propriety at all?

Becky frowned and watched the Potter little brat's movements.

She believes many people are doing this.

Because they all want to know what this guy, who publicly violated house rules, wants to do.

As a result, they were just chatting? Of course, they also talked about Potter's background.

Whether it's Harry Potter's or Darren Potter's.

Becky heard the little brat say he grew up in an orphanage, and in her heart, there was only the emotion of "so that's how it is."

Also.

This guy is so thin; it's normal to grow up there.

She suddenly felt Dumbledore was truly useless, actually throwing him away.

Then she was called away by the Head of House.

What?

Use the Cruciatus Curse on the Potter little brat! No!

She couldn't do this.

She also couldn't bring herself to do it.

But what the Head of House said, and the things he exaggeratedly dropped, made her understand something.

The Head of House also likes that guy.

Also, she heard people say that the little brat's talent in Potions is top-notch; the Head of House cherishes talent, so there is no problem.

When implementing the punishment, she looked at the Potter little brat's confused and conflicted face and almost laughed out loud.

This stinky brat should be punished a bit.

Hmm, this Screaming Curse is quite suitable for him.

It's just that after ten minutes, she felt heartache again.

After everyone left, she hurriedly helped him up.

Seeing him embarrassed and conflicted, trying to hide for her in front of Cassandra, Becky felt her chest was full of happiness.

However, when she left the Slytherin common room, she saw Bulstrode.

He looked at her jokingly like that.

Clearly it was a joking expression, but Becky understood.

Bulstrode was telling her: either accept his threat and play-act with him, or stay further away from the Potter little brat.

Her tricks were not unseen by others.

It's just that they didn't want to expose them.

Or, they were giving her a chance to correct herself.

Correct.

Yes!

How could she walk so close to the Potter little brat?

She is a sixteen-year-old witch; she is not a little kid like Cassandra; she must have self-control.

Then.

Then let it be like this!

She, Becky, is not a child anymore; where is there any love in the world? She turned and left.

Her back was desolate. This year.

She was very busy.

Busy studying, busy checking jobs after graduation.

Until she discovered the Potter little brat again.

It was at the end of the term.

She was working too hard, so she needed to come over and rest. Then she saw Dumbledore send the two Potters in.

The Potter little brat was placed on the bed next to her.

She heard Madam Pomfrey's angry roar: "Cruciatus Curse! A Cruciatus Curse lasting half an hour!"

Looking at the Potter little brat's face, pale as paper.

Becky buried her face in the quilt.

After she poked her head out again, Madam Pomfrey was still treating the Potter little brat on the side.

She poured bottle after bottle of potion into the Potter little brat.

She sighed softly sentence by sentence.

Finally, Madam Pomfrey finished those actions, and she went to the back to rest.

Only then did Becky get out of bed and sneak to the Potter little brat's bedside.

She touched the Potter little brat's face with her finger.

Cold.

Bloodless.

"Fool, going on adventures with Harry Potter all day!"

Becky laughed and scolded.

But after laughing, she fell silent again.

What does this have to do with her?

The Potter little brat has nothing to do with her, Greengrass!

She thought coldly.

She wanted to turn and leave, but finally turned back to look at him.

She lowered her head and touched his forehead lightly with her lips.

"Be better to yourself; even Harry Potter isn't as miserable as you!"

The second-year Potter little brat is even more disaster-prone.

On the first day of school, he went to the hospital wing because of a magical outburst.

Becky watched everything start and end from afar.

She picked up her cup silently and clinked it with Bulstrode.

"Then, happy new year!"

Seventh-year Becky is even busier.

The final year's exams affect the final future.

She must pass with high marks.

And just when she was working hard.

She found that the Potter little brat had become the heir of Slytherin in the mouths of others.

?? This is truly a funny joke.

Slytherin would choose this kind of person as the heir?

However, the continuous petrification incidents still attracted her attention.

Especially after hearing that the Gryffindor Colin was petrified after seeing Harry Potter, she had a kind of worry from the bottom of her heart.

So she went to find the Head of House.

As a result, when she went, she found Cassandra was there.

She stopped at the door of the Head of House's office.

She sighed softly.

What qualifications did she have to ask?

What's more, Potter just went out to calm down.

But why can't he be found at the dining table? Becky notified the professor.

Finally, all the students at Hogwarts moved.

Because she is a prefect, she was able to go out to find the Potter little brat.

When Headmaster Dumbledore found the grass outside the castle.

She was also there.

It's just that no one noticed her.

She saw the Potter little brat being sent away by Professor McGonagall, covered in blood.

After a long silence, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She nodded at Headmaster Dumbledore and then left elegantly.

She walked into the Slytherin common room.

"Becky, what happened to that Potter again?"

Bulstrode was like joking and like pitying.

Becky curled her lips.

She smiled elegantly: "Suffered some injuries, still alive."

Yeah!

Still alive, that's it.

"Why aren't you sad at all? Really let go?"

Bulstrode looked at her suspiciously.

Becky curled her lips, showing an indifferent expression, and said disdainfully: "What let go or not, I just gave him some face before because he saved me.

Don't say such things in the future; people might think I have something with him!

I'm different from you; I don't rob the cradle!"

Isn't it just a little boy?

She had long forgotten.

Forgotten it completely.

She couldn't even cry with those little girls, so where is there any love?

Right, it's possible to write a letter to Dad, let Dad see if he can use this matter to scrape a layer of skin off the Ministry of Magic.

Dad should like doing this, right?

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