Chapter 811

She smiled and thanked Ginny, then used her wide sleeves to block my hand holding the diary.

My body was trembling.

Her body was trembling too, but she kept holding me.

She told me not to be afraid.

I leaned into her arms, tears falling drop by drop.

We supported each other to the infirmary, and then came back out.

She let out a light sigh of relief.

When we returned to our dormitory, she looked at me with annoyance.

"How can you be so stupid? If Ginny Weasley goes back, she will definitely find out you stole it!"

Of course I knew that.

But Kante wants to kill me.

And Ginny Weasley wouldn't dare to tell everyone everything right now.

Besides, she couldn't be sure it was me.

What’s more, if Darren Potter really knows my identity, he will definitely cover for me.

Even if neither of them helps me, I still have to kill Kante.

The only accident was Hannah.

"Hannah, aren't you going to ask me why I stole it?"

My eyes were red.

Hannah glared at me.

"I don't know what you're doing, but we are friends, aren't we?"

Friends!

I burst into tears.

Then, when Hannah wasn't paying attention, I pointed my wand at her and shouted: "Obliviate!"

I'm sorry!

I can't believe it! I cried as I modified Hannah’s memory, tears streaming down my face.

I think I must be a cold-hearted person.

But I want to live!

I also want everyone to see my intelligence, and I want others to like me, but I only have one life, and I don't dare to gamble!

My own brother wants to kill me, let alone anyone else!

Perhaps the only person I can trust in this world is Darren, but even Darren cannot make me trust him completely.

Of course, maybe when the war is over, everything is settled, and we are finally safe, I will want to give him a hug.

And tell him he worked hard.

But right now, I cannot trust anyone completely.

I looked at Hannah apologetically, then used my magic-resistant gloves to hold the diary—it was time to send it to Kante...

I carried a pile of candy, wrapped the diary inside, put them together, and wrote a note.

"Write something on the diary, and all your wishes will come true!" I knew Kante would write in it.

He isn't exactly very smart, yet he hopes for my death.

Sure enough.

For the next few days, every time Kante saw me, he had this look like I was about to die.

Every time, I pretended to leave in fear.

In fact, I was waiting for him to go to his death.

I know very well.

Voldemort won't kill me for the time being; the first thing he wants to do is kill Harry Potter.

Does Kante think Voldemort can be manipulated by a little wizard like him? I thought with a cold sneer.

The Quidditch match arrived.

I watched as Lockhart removed the bones from Harry Potter’s arm.

I saw Darren Potter, looking pale and worried, sending Harry Potter to the infirmary.

I looked worried on the outside, but inside, I felt nothing.

I was more concerned about the movements of Voldemort and Kante.

But the day after I made my guess, I received news that Darren Potter and over a dozen Slytherin students had gone missing.

Of course, along with the news of Darren Potter’s disappearance came the news that Colin Creevey had been petrified.

I felt some grief for Colin.

After all, this little brat really was disaster-prone.

He even died at Hogwarts in the end.

It’s a pity I couldn't help him; I could barely save myself.

My own life was uncertain, so how could I help him? I shook my head and dismissed the thoughts about Colin.

I began to worry about Darren Potter.

That’s right, I was very worried.

I worried that this was caused by that diary.

I only thought that Voldemort would be interested in Harry Potter, but I didn't expect that Voldemort would also be interested in Darren Potter.

It was my own stupidity.

After all, Harry Potter has Dumbledore’s protection, while Darren Potter should have no one protecting him.

Who told him to be so powerful?

Yet not as famous as Harry Potter.

I pursed my lips.

Then I pretended to be anxious and went to find Professor Sprout.

I said I wanted to find my brother; I heard that over a dozen Slytherin students were missing, and I was worried something had happened to him.

Professor Sprout had no reason to doubt me. She also knew about my relationship with Kante.

After all, we both have the surname Flynn.

After she inquired, she told me that Kante was also missing.

As a relative of a missing person, I was allowed to wait in Snape’s office.

Waiting for them to summon my parents.

Mom and Dad finally arrived.

They waited anxiously for Snape, and took the opportunity to lecture me.

I cried submissively.

In reality, my heart was in a panic.

Darren won't die, will he?

I had warned him before, and when I went to steal Ginny’s things, I didn't use any disguise; if he had been watching me, he should have noticed.

But I was also worried: what if he didn't know my identity?

If he didn't know my identity and walked into this trap as a matter of course, would he die?

Did I kill him with my own hands? I thought, my face turning pale.

Mom and Dad were still scolding me.

But perhaps seeing how stupid and scared I was, they finally couldn't be bothered to deal with me.

I don't know how much time passed, but Snape finally appeared.

He brought more parents with him.

These parents almost surrounded his office.

They insisted that Snape give them an explanation, and Snape sneered: "Your children colluded with Death Eaters and went in a group to kill Darren Potter. Do you think you're fine just because your children aren't dead?"