Chapter 807

I covered my mouth.

Hannah screamed out.

Fortunately, her voice wasn't loud, otherwise it would have been too abrupt.

Darren Potter sat at the Slytherin table.

I saw Cassandra get him a piece of pudding.

I also saw Malfoy arrogantly stuff a piece of steak for him.

He showed a grateful expression.

Like a little hamster, gnawing with relish.

I wanted to ask him if it hurt, if it was worth it, if we should run away together—but I never went over from start to finish.

Except for when he came in and I looked at him openly, other times I pretended to see him by accident.

I started to despise my own cowardice and timidity in my heart.

And my selfishness and fear.

I can't do it.

In my heart, my life is always the most important; only by staying alive can I possibly see Mom and Dad; I will absolutely not let myself fall early.

This year ended just like that.

Sitting on the Hogwarts Express, Hannah and I played wizard chess and read storybooks for a while.

It was still quite interesting.

When we got off the train, I said goodbye to Hannah and asked her to write to me often.

When I walked out of Platform 9 3/4, I came to my parents in this life.

They were here to handle some business today and picked me up by the way.

When the house-elf carried my luggage past Harry Potter, I looked straight ahead, pretending not to see Darren Potter, who was not far behind Harry Potter.

Dad turned back to talk to Mom.

"Oh my god, I just saw Harry Potter, and the one next to him is Darren Potter; this is truly an incredible thing.

But I must warn you, Conte Flynn, as the future heir of our Flynn family, I must guarantee that you cannot follow either Darren Potter or Harry Potter.

We are just ordinary purebloods; we must not participate in those things, do you hear me?"

"Of course, I definitely won't have a good relationship with them; Dad, you know I also quite hate those Mudblood wizards, and I even hate the children born to those Mudblood wizards!"

Conte said triumphantly. Dad nodded with a smile.

Then he looked at me.

I showed a stupid expression.

Dad frowned tightly.

"Polly, I heard you like that Darren Potter at school?"

"It's okay?"

I showed a silly smile.

Conte pushed me.

"You are not allowed to like him, you must hate him with me; if you like him, I will fill your bed with mice!"

Conte shouted loudly.

I screamed.

Tears smeared my face.

I feel like snot also fell down.

But I felt nothing inside.

I was just performing as they wished, showing the appearance they wanted.

I sobbed.

Mom left me with disgust.

I think, if I were their real child, I would be heartbroken now, right? Fortunately.

I also didn't treat them as parents.

When my tears crossed my cheeks, I sobbed and said: "I don't like him anymore, I don't like him anymore, don't put mice in my bed..."

"Humph, you know it's for the best; if I know you like that kind of person, I'll make sure you don't have a good summer!"

Conte announced loudly.

Dad lifted him high.

Praising him as the man of our family.

Mom leaned over and kissed him.

Then she smiled and told me that if I really liked Darren Potter, it was okay, but I couldn't show it.

Otherwise, in the future marriage alliance, it would make the marriage partner feel awkward.

Of course, she also told me that if Darren Potter becomes successful in the future, maybe my marriage partner will be Darren Potter.

She also told me not to show any hatred for Darren Potter.

"Polly, be smarter, don't always be so stupid, how will you marry into a family in the future?"

Dad said finally.

I nodded while sobbing.

Quietly rolling my eyes in my heart...

The summer vacation passed quite well; after all, no matter how much they dislike me, I have their blood, so they won't let me starve.

Plus, I also promised them that I wouldn't like Darren Potter, so they didn't make things too difficult for me.

They never thought about the possibility that I was lying to them.

After all, I am so stupid.

How could I lie to people?

Of course, even though I am so stupid, Conte still threw mice into my bed.

And a green grass snake.

I picked up the green grass snake, my hands trembling.

I am most afraid of snakes.

Conte is not a brat; this is truly insidious.

I really want to take my wand and teach him a lesson.

But after taking several deep breaths, I finally regained my reason.

I screamed loudly.

Tears wet my face.

My body trembled violently.

Mom, Dad, and Conte all came in.

Conte saw my appearance and laughed loudly.

"Look, this is the end of you liking that guy!"

Conte said mockingly.

Mom and Dad also showed an expression that I was making too much of a fuss.

"Alright, it's not poisonous, Polly, don't scream and shout, we are still busy!"

Dad picked up the green grass snake.

He walked out of the room.

Mom looked at me, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

She just grabbed the other mouse in the room and took it out.

After they left, Conte mocked me a few more times.

Finally, he looked at me only knowing how to cry stupidly.

He left, bored.

Conte's pranks ultimately had some benefits.

At the very least, they completely discovered my stupidity, and were even a bit too lazy to talk to me.

I stayed in the manor, but few people could think of me.

Fortunately, my food and drink were not a problem.

My pocket money hadn't decreased either.

There were also house-elves taking me out to buy clothes.

They couldn't possibly let me, this future marriage partner, wear rags in front of outsiders.

I think I should thank them for this.

After all, many of these beautiful little dresses are styles I hadn't seen in my previous life.

They should be unique to the wizarding world.

I still quite like them.

For the whole summer, I tried my best to practice the Water-Fog Charm at home.

Trying my best to create a layer of water mist in front of my eyes, which can effectively block the basilisk from looking directly into my eyes.

Although the school made us sign a consent form not to practice magic during the summer, it is very obvious that in wizarding families, this is all supervised by parents.

My parents, of course, couldn't possibly supervise me. I practiced every day and every night.

Fearing that I would die at school next year.

I think this is a very dangerous year.

After all, it is an animal; even Darren probably has no way to control who that snake looks at.

I thought irritably.

The closer it got to the start of school, the more tense I became.

In August, Dad brought back news that it is said that Nicolas Flamel wants to take Darren Potter as his apprentice.

Listening to Dad sighing about Darren Potter's good luck there, I kept thinking in my heart about the reason he wanted to have a good relationship with Nicolas Flamel.

Could it be that he also wants immortality? I can't figure it out.

But I also feel that if there is Nicolas Flamel's help, perhaps there will be some assistance in defeating Voldemort in the future.

I hope so!

I paid attention to the follow-up of this matter, and after finding that Dad didn't know more, I threw myself into the atmosphere of practicing the Water-Fog Charm again.

It is worth mentioning that Mom is pregnant again.

Conte is not very happy.

He hates that child still in Mom's belly because he feels that the love he receives has decreased.

I heard Mom and Dad constantly comforting him.

While showing a stupid expression, I kept rolling my eyes.

Of course, I still have a bit of a fluke mentality.

Hoping that Conte and this unborn child will perish together.

I admit I am very vicious.

But I can't help it; I don't think this kind of family can raise better children.

It's a pity I can only think about it.

I am basically an outsider here.

I'd better practice my spells well.

Although I can now put the Water-Fog Charm on my eyes, some can still be seen; I am trying to find a way to block the little flaw.

After all, if people know that I have been blocking my eyes with the Water-Fog Charm, I will definitely be suspected.

But it's a pity, even though school is about to start, I haven't managed to do this.

This day.

Mom and Dad want to take me and Conte to Diagon Alley to buy things.

I don't really want to go, but they won't listen.

So I can only pretend to be timid and follow behind them.

Actually, they don't really want to take me either, but I have to marry into a family in the future; they must dress me up beautifully so they can pack me up and sell me out.

So I can only follow behind them obediently.

We went to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is so lively.

I also heard people discussing that today is Lockhart's new book signing event.

My hand hidden in my sleeve tightened.

This is another day that triggers the plot.

If I had known, I would never have come today even if I died.

It's a pity that I have already come.

I can only continue to walk forward.

Bowing my head, making a stupid look, even Conte doesn't want to say a word to me.

Mom and Dad came to Flourish and Blotts.

There was an argument going on there.

I saw Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley fighting.

Harry and the others were fighting with Draco.

Mom and Dad looked at Lucius in shock.

They seemed unable to imagine that this noble Malfoy would actually fight like a Muggle.

Finally, Darren walked over.

He grabbed one person with each hand.

He pulled Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley apart.

I saw the triumph in Mr. Weasley's eyes, and also saw the relief in Lucius's eyes...

Wait, why would Lucius be relieved?

I almost thought I saw it wrong, but I saw Draco Malfoy also seem to show a triumphant and happy expression toward Darren.

That's not right!

Young Master Malfoy, have some brains! Someone is lifting your father up!

I really want to tell him this, but I also know I can't say anything.

I can't even let people know I'm so sharp.

So, like those bystander wizards, I said stupidly: "Wow, Darren Potter's strength is so great, does he have giant blood?"

I heard Conte secretly calling me a fool next to me.

So what.

No one knows the big secret hidden in the heart of this fool.

No, except for Darren Potter!

I looked at Darren with complex eyes.

I don't know if he has confirmed my identity.

Also, did he really get hit with the Cruciatus Curse at the end of last semester? I actually don't believe he would be that miserable.

But I went to see it for real, and he was just that miserable.

But as a protagonist with a golden finger, even if he can't kill everyone, can't he even dodge the Cruciatus Curse?