Chapter 814

I was speechless.

Alright, this guy is taking the opportunity to flirt with girls while pretending to be a good person.

Really...

I used to think he had a "Pretty Boy System," so I thought there was no problem with him flirting with girls.

Now that I’ve guessed he has a "Good Person System," seeing him flirt with girls—and several targets at that—I can only secretly mutter that he’s a little scumbag.

Sure enough, fanfiction protagonists are never honest after transmigrating!

Lockhart is in trouble.

When he was going down the stairs, he fell because of his poor posture.

I was right next to him at the time.

Lockhart fell really miserably.

I let out a scream, but I didn't do anything, watching Professor Lockhart fall all the way from the top floor.

What could I do?

I’m just such a stupid girl, no one even noticed me! I thought about these memories, then finished my dinner happily and walked toward the common room.

Hannah wasn't feeling well today; she went to the infirmary to get medicine.

I was left all alone.

Because I ate quite a bit, it was a little late.

I thought I should go back as soon as possible.

But as I walked, I felt something was wrong.

The corridor was quiet, there was no sound at all, only a sound that made my hair stand on end.

I immediately closed my eyes.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

I didn't even dare to move, afraid that the Basilisk would give up on staring at me and just eat me instead.

Just as I was panicking, I heard footsteps.

"Which house are you from, and what are you doing here?"

I kept my eyes closed; I couldn't tell who it was, so I could only say instinctively: "My eyes hurt a little, I'll be fine in a moment."

This voice seemed to believe me.

He continued walking forward.

I heard that sound that made my hair stand on end seem to follow him away.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Although I don't understand Parseltongue, if you listen carefully, you can tell that the snake’s sound was still there.

I clenched my fingers, wondering what I should do now.

After all, even if the Basilisk followed that student, it didn't mean it wouldn't make a comeback.

The most annoying thing was that the direction the Basilisk followed that student was the only way to Hufflepuff.

I was so scared.

I wanted to find a professor, but I didn't even have a reason to.

Besides, what would be the point of telling a professor?

I suspect Dumbledore knows very well that there is a Basilisk at Hogwarts.

Even if he doesn't know exactly what animal it is, he knows it’s an animal that can kill people.

Why didn't he take action? Because the Basilisk moves through pipes.

It moves very fast; if Dumbledore wanted to find this thing, he would have to blow up Hogwarts.

And even blowing up Hogwarts wouldn't guarantee he’d find it.

Plus, there is the Chamber of Secrets.

He really couldn't find the Chamber of Secrets.

So, even if I told them it was a Basilisk, it wouldn't help, and it would only make them notice me.

I must stay calm.

I thought, trembling.

Just as I was terrified, I heard someone’s footsteps.

When he walked up to me, he patted my hand.

"Go ahead, I'm here!"

He continued walking forward.

That sentence just now felt like a hallucination.

I opened my eyes.

Looking at his back. Sure enough, it was Darren Potter.

My trembling body stopped.

A sense of strength welled up in my heart.

I saw him speed up, as if he had run over, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I didn't follow him; instead, I slowed down.

When I heard Peeves shouting that Potter had killed someone, I let out a breath.

Then I pretended to be panicked and ran over. I knew I wouldn't be in danger.

I ran in front of him.

At this time, there was only Darren and Justin, who had been petrified behind him.

And of course, the shouting Peeves.

After I ran over, other students arrived one after another.

I quickly pretended to be stunned and called out stupidly: "Petrified! Oh my god, who did this!"

I called out stupidly, but no one blamed me.

They must all be pitying Darren, right?

After all, he looked dazed, sitting on the ground with a pale little face, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

I wanted to laugh.

But when I laughed, tears kept streaming down.

That night.

Hannah found out about my encounter, and she was stunned.

"You were on that road at the time; if it weren't for Darren, you might have been petrified too!"

That’s what she said.

But wouldn't a normal person think that if Justin hadn't been petrified, I might have been the victim?

Alright!

Hannah’s idol is Darren.

She will only think of ways to speak well of Darren.

I understand her feelings.

So I echoed her and went to thank Darren. I thanked him sincerely.

Because he really did save me.

He didn't ask for anything from me, yet he saved me like that.

My tears surged again...

I don't know why, I just wanted to cry.

Christmas arrived.

I sent Darren all the Galleons I had saved over the years, as well as all the good medicinal herbs I had collected.

I took out my last bit of capital to tell him my gratitude.

On Christmas morning, I was the first to receive a gift from Darren. ===== CHAPTER 1740 =====

He gave me a slightly withered fig and a sprig of Worry-Not Grass.

The function of Worry-Not Grass is roughly as an ingredient in an antidote.

It wasn't very valuable.

At first, I held these two things, not knowing what he wanted to do.

But when I wrote the Chinese characters for these two things on paper, I saw that the first characters connected to form: "No Worry" (Wuyou).

No Worry? What does this mean?

I suppressed the instinctive thought in my heart.

But I couldn't help but think wildly: he wants me to have no worries—no worries about what? No worries about the Basilisk, or no worries about the final outcome?

Is it no worries that I can survive, or no worries that I can see Mom and Dad?

I clutched my palms and kept thinking, then found myself already in tears. In this time of being away from home, someone giving a promise of just two words was enough to make me lose my composure.

But I told myself, he gave a lot!

He didn't expose my identity as a transmigrator; he noticed I was cold and gave me two warm-enchanted outfits, and helped me deal with Kante.

Even before, when I encountered the Basilisk, he comforted me.

And I, I didn't help him with anything.

I wanted to keep myself calm and not be moved by some things, but my heart was beating uncontrollably.

Why?

Why would he be so good to me?

For no reason, did a pie fall from the sky?

I thought about it over and over, and the only conclusion was that he is a good person, or he simply treats me well because we are both transmigrators.

After all, I really can't find anything about me that he would be plotting.

My memories?

At first, I was worried that his original-book memories were incomplete and feared he would force me to tell him those memories.

But it seems his memories are clearer than mine.

My abilities?

My abilities are obviously not as powerful as Hermione Granger’s, and I’m cowardly; how could I help him with anything?

So, is he really a good person?