Chapter 806

Does he have a unique hobby?

I feel like my head is about to explode.

Why can't I be a little smarter? Because of this kind of speculation.

I secretly observed Darren Potter for several days.

Focusing on observing whether he likes Harry Potter.

But I immediately discovered that he probably doesn't like Harry Potter. Liking someone makes one more willing to have physical contact with that person.

I found that he is closer to Hermione.

Unobtrusively showing his wit for Hermione.

Alright.

This should be a transmigrator with a normal sexual orientation.

Then what exactly does he want to do?

By the way, is he not afraid that Dumbledore will see something? Could his golden finger be helpful for Occlumency?

For example, some god-level Occlumency? Indeed, it is really possible.

After all, he appeared so magically; Dumbledore probably used Legilimency on him.

Since he can pass Dumbledore's Legilimency, then he must know Occlumency.

Thinking about it this way, he really doesn't need to worry.

If Dumbledore wants to know what he is thinking, it's only Legilimency or Veritaserum; he has the help of a golden finger, so he will definitely pass the level very easily.

Heart-tired.

Jealous again; why don't I have a golden finger!

My current Occlumency definitely cannot pass the inspection of Dumbledore and Snape and those people, so I stay far away from them, fearing they will notice.

As a result, Darren doesn't need to work hard and can get it comfortably; I feel like I've eaten a very sour lemon.

Forget it.

Just take care of myself.

Exams are coming soon; what I need to worry about now is exams.

I must control my grades to be lower-middle; I can't let people discover anything.

Absolutely cannot let others notice me.

As for the Sorcerer's Stone at Hogwarts, that has nothing to do with me.

That is all the protagonist's and Darren's business; what can a stupid girl like me do?

After modifying some correct answers, the exam finally ended.

Hannah and I lay on the lawn outside the castle, and I looked at the white clouds in the sky and was dazed.

Darren and the others were also sunbathing under a big tree. Suddenly, I saw Harry Potter jump up.

I knew the plot had started again.

Hannah's questioning voice came to my ears: "Polly, what do you think Harry Potter is taking my Dadda to do again?

Can't my Dadda just take a good rest? It's simply bullying him.

Harry Potter doing this, isn't it just looking at my Dadda..."

Hannah was nagging indignantly.

I curled the corners of my mouth.

Responding from time to time, while recalling Harry Potter's original work in my heart.

Darren Potter, wish you peace!

"He was hit with the Cruciatus Curse, Polly, he was hit with the Cruciatus Curse!"

Hannah threw herself into my arms, screaming.

My body trembled.

I hugged her back.

Pretending to ask stupidly: "Who was hit with the Cruciatus Curse?"

Actually, I didn't need to ask at all; I knew that the one making Hannah so terrified should be Darren Potter.

Isn't he the protagonist of a fan fiction? How could he be hit with the Cruciatus Curse?

As I expected, Hannah screamed and said: "It's Darren, he was hit with the Cruciatus Curse, I heard it from Madam Pomfrey, I went to the hospital wing... no matter how I call him, he won't wake up, will he never wake up again?"

"How could that be? There's Dumbledore!"

I pretended to be reassured and said.

In fact, my tears had already fallen.

I hugged Hannah tightly.

For my panicked future.

Hannah didn't let go of me.

Her hands holding me were particularly tight, her voice was particularly sharp, and her eyes touching my shoulder were also particularly moist.

I didn't dare to comfort her.

Because I know this will be the norm.

Unless Darren Potter has a system that kills everyone, or a golden finger. Otherwise, to maintain the plot, he has to be constantly injured and enter the hospital wing. I thought tremblingly, fortunately, I don't have a golden finger, and I'm not the protagonist.

My plan is correct; I really shouldn't stand out.

Those with golden fingers are so miserable, let alone me! This world is really not a fairy tale.

Darren Potter was in a coma for a long time.

Hannah would drag me to the hospital wing to see him secretly every morning and afternoon.

He lay on the hospital bed with a pale face, those green eyes never opening.

The lips that should have been rosy were also pale and bloodless at this time. We also heard the sound of Madam Pomfrey and Snape arguing.

Snape insisted that Madam Pomfrey use his potions.

Madam Pomfrey believed she was the physician.

But Snape insisted that Madam Pomfrey's potion-brewing technique was not good.

This made Madam Pomfrey furious.

She almost got into a fight with Snape.

Fortunately, they noticed our appearance, so they didn't fight.

But Madam Pomfrey still didn't have a good tone for us.

She told us not to come so frequently.

"Every time you come, you bring candy; do you think he can finish eating it in seven years? I've already used several cabinets to put your candy!"

Madam Pomfrey said angrily.

But the palm she leaned down to wipe Darren's forehead was still gentle.

"Really, getting himself into the hospital wing day after day!"

I heard her mutter as she left.

Hannah next to me looked at Darren Potter with watery eyes.

I quickly pulled her away.

"Let's go, we..."

I pulled Hannah.

My gaze swept over Darren Potter.

Even lying on the hospital bed without blood, this child was still so good-looking, simply like glowing.

It makes people's hearts ache to look at him. How miserable! I couldn't help but think. My body trembled. I am indeed very cowardly.

I can only rely on him.

Darren Potter woke up before the feast, but when he came over, the feast had already started.

We were still eating when we saw him walk in with light steps.

He tilted his head, cute enough to make people scream.