Chapter 792

Could it be that Harry Potter’s adventure yesterday made him angry?

This guy had a temper? Cassandra was skeptical about that.

And she also heard many people discussing that someone in Gryffindor had been petrified; it was said they were petrified while going to see Harry Potter last night.

Seeing Harry Potter...

The idiot was very likely to do such a thing.

Could he have been petrified too?

Cassandra couldn't sit still; she walked toward the Head of House’s office.

She wanted the Head of House to open that idiot’s door to see if he was there.

The Head of House went over quickly to check.

Cassandra followed his footsteps, only to suddenly discover that there were quite a few girls following her.

These girls were simply too annoying.

Couldn't they just sit in the common room?

What was the point of following her? She thought indignantly.

Fortunately, they got the news that the idiot wasn't in the common room, but he shouldn't be in any trouble either.

He had left a note saying he was going out to cool off.

He wasn't planning to be at odds with Harry Potter, was he?

Cassandra thought with some excitement.

That way, no one would call him away from Slytherin next time.

Just.

Why didn't the idiot come for lunch either?

Cassandra suddenly thought of what her father said: He is Harry Potter’s brother, he could die at any moment.

At any moment? Was this that kind of scene?

Leaving her world completely?

Professor McGonagall came to inform them that they must stay in the Slytherin common room and not run around.

She stood up, wanting to ask for news about that guy, when she was hugged by Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, child, don't cry, we will definitely find him..."

Cry?

Where was she crying? It was clearly Professor McGonagall who was crying! She looked up to speak, but found she couldn't say anything at all.

"Hurry up and wipe your tears, there are so many people watching!"

Pan Xi put her arm around her shoulder.

She continued to whisper intimately in her ear: "There are many eyes here, don't really show your liking for Darren here!"

Yeah!

In Slytherin, everyone could be like Pan Xi, pretending to be fake-nice to Potter, making it impossible to tell what was real and what was fake.

But one must never reveal true feelings.

The children here, at such a young age, were already much more calculating than children outside.

"Of course, I was just asking for news about Potter; after all, he is one of us in Slytherin!"

Cassandra looked up.

Her gaze swept across that tightly closed door.

Don't really let something happen!

You’re so strong!

"Miss Becky Greengrass went to see the scene; I heard it was particularly miserable, Potter was almost lying 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 didn't dare to kill anyone at all.

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

She said Potter’s condition was very bad; 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 and he would die" mean?

Potter was so strong, what injuries could he have? Just those minor ones.

Cassandra thought uninterestingly.

Just then, she suddenly heard a sound of sobbing.

She thought she was the one 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, so she couldn't squeeze out any tears for a while.

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

She looked at Pan Xi.

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

She found it extremely funny.

What was there to cry about? The idiot wasn't dead.

"I am, I am pretending; everyone is crying, so I’m shedding a couple of tears to fit in," Pan Xi pretended to be humorous.

It almost made Cassandra laugh.

The idiot stayed in St. Mungo’s for two days.

Then he would be sent directly to trial.

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

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

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

Did Fudge not want his job anymore by sending him to Azkaban? Cassandra was relieved.

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

They brought projection orbs and the Daily Prophet.

She opened the Daily Prophet nonchalantly.

Hmph, what could be in here?

Wasn'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 something.

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

She held it back.

So she looked at the projection orb.

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

Cassandra hummed; what was there that she couldn't stand? She opened the projection orb.

And then she knew why her father said that.

This was what the idiot had encountered.

Inside, to protect those people, he painfully knelt before those Death Eaters, begged those people, and blocked curses for others.

The death of every person made him suffer unbearably.

Watching him in the projection orb, she suddenly understood why he did that at the trial.

He was just too tired.

Why was it him?

Looking at the idiot in the projection orb, Cassandra suddenly asked this from the bottom of her heart.

Why was it him who was Harry Potter’s brother?

Why did those people choose him when they wanted to harm Harry Potter? Cassandra found this unimaginable.

Then she saw the idiot push the door open and walk in.

What should she say?

How should she make him normal again and live well?

Cassandra racked her brains thinking of words to comfort him.

But she sadly discovered that her comforting words were all sarcasm; if the current idiot heard them, he would probably be even sadder.

Moreover, the idiot didn't seem to want to talk to them at all.

His eyes were filled with embarrassment and sorrow.

Every word they said must have been like cutting his heart with a knife.

Fortunately, they didn't need to comfort the idiot; Harry Potter came over with his Miss Know-It-All and Weasley.

The idiot hid in the dormitory and didn't want to come out until the Head of House rushed in and called him; only then did he walk out reluctantly.

Harry Potter threatened the idiot with his own life, and the idiot seemed to have a bit more of a breath of life.

Cassandra stood in the distance, and she suddenly felt relieved.

Actually, as long as she saw him alive, she was very happy...

It was just that she still hated Harry Potter.

If it weren't for Harry Potter, the idiot wouldn't have been hurt at all.

Hmph!

As long as he was coaxed, she wouldn't watch these things here!

Cassandra turned and left.

Thinking this matter was settled.

And what happened? It was said that Veritaserum was used on the idiot the next day.

Veritaserum... was the idiot crazy?

Of course, along with the Daily Prophet, another part of the projection orb was mailed.

She opened the projection orb with trembling hands.

She watched those Slytherins conspiring to kill the idiot, and they discussed how to clean up after killing him right in front of the idiot.

She saw how the idiot begged them.

She saw those Death Eaters laughing wildly.

And she also saw the scene where the idiot finally collapsed with a bitter smile.

How could people be so excessive?

These students weren't Death Eaters, yet they were even more terrifying than Death Eaters.

Thinking of those people at the trial, actually blaming all the guilt on the idiot.

Cassandra actually didn't know what kind of mood the idiot was in when he admitted to those crimes.

Perhaps it was his silly kindness again? Fortunately, this matter was finally over.

Even if the idiot sent Fudge in, it didn't surprise her too much.

However, her father’s letter still mentioned his suspicions.

He felt that Dumbledore might have had a hand in this.

After all, Fudge being arrested did indeed seem beneficial to Dumbledore.

He also took over as acting minister.

Of course, he also reminded Cassandra.

Fudge couldn't be locked up for long; now many people didn't want Dumbledore to be minister, they were worried Dumbledore’s reputation was too high.

For the sake of mutual interests, Fudge would become minister again.

Tell him to be careful of retaliation! Her father reminded her in the last sentence.

Cassandra felt it was useless; could that guy value this kind of thing? But she still went over and said it.

But the idiot didn't care at all; he thought Cassandra was overthinking it.

Because he felt that if the minister could be released after being questioned, it must prove that the minister was a righteous person.

Since he was righteous, he couldn't be retaliated against.

Sure enough, it was useless to tell this kind of idiot!