Chapter 816: Side Story—He Is Back!!

Darren Potter had completely disappeared.

Before he disappeared, he was still researching a potion to turn Squibs into wizards.

I hadn't carefully looked into the situation in his dormitory for the past two days.

Or rather, Snape had people hide the situation in Darren’s dormitory.

On the third day, I finally got news about Darren’s dormitory from Hannah.

It was said that Darren’s dormitory was full of experimental data, and even the food he left there, not even the water was spared.

They analyzed every little detail of how hard Darren worked in the dormitory.

Listening to Hannah relay what others had said, the idea I had of running away was temporarily suppressed.

I mean, if he was going to run away, would he still create such a good persona for himself?

I think he must have gone out on purpose, not sure when he would return, so he set up those displays so that everyone who entered his dormitory would know what a good person he is.

I thought to myself, wanting to laugh a little.

But I couldn't laugh at all.

I could only let Hannah drag me to the infirmary.

Because of my thinking and worrying over the past two days, I caught a cold and was kept by Madam Pomfrey.

She made me stay in the infirmary, drink a potion, and stay for the night.

She thought I was overthinking, not eating or sleeping well, and needed to take care of my body.

I had no choice but to agree.

I lay on the hospital bed, my eyes boredly staring at the ceiling.

Finally, I got bored and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the curtain next to my bed had been drawn.

I originally wanted to pull it open for some air, but I heard footsteps, so I instinctively didn't do that, but looked outside through the gap in the curtain.

It was Miss Astoria Greengrass, and she, she was holding what looked like Darren! My eyes lit up immediately.

I saw that Darren’s body was covered in wounds, and blood had stained his robes. His face was extremely pale, his eyes closed, and he seemed to have fallen into a coma.

I stared at him greedily.

Finally, I revealed a smile.

I thought with relief that I finally didn't have to leave.

Madam Pomfrey took over Darren.

She poured a lot of potions into Darren; I didn't know if they were bitter, but I felt terrified watching it, and it was hard for him to be able to drink them.

When Madam Pomfrey finally announced that Darren could rest and returned to her office, I saw Astoria walk up to Darren again.

She lowered her head.

I thought she was going to kill Darren, so I nervously gripped my wand. Although I couldn't do anything else, I could at least warn Madam Pomfrey.

But I was wrong.

I saw Astoria plant a kiss on Darren’s forehead.

She held that posture for a while; from my angle, I suddenly felt that this scene was incredibly beautiful.

Especially after she shed a tear, I covered my mouth and forced myself to look away.

Scumbag, little scumbag!

I sighed helplessly.

I originally thought that only Astoria had come, but before Darren woke up, Dumbledore and Professor Snape also came.

Their arrival made me not dare to peek anymore.

I quickly lay down and slowed my breathing, pretending I was still sleeping.

I don't know how much time passed.

Just as I was about to fall asleep.

I finally heard Darren’s voice.

He woke up.

He honestly reported his wounds to Snape and the others, and obediently recounted his suspicions.

My eyes blinked, and tears flowed down the corners of my eyes.

I wasn't moved by him; I was very sure he was making it all up.

However, upon hearing his voice, I only felt "peace of mind."

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

I hadn't slept well for three days. He really is a little scumbag! I thought helplessly... Darren is back.

The plot continues.

When I saw Malfoy and Harry Potter almost get into a fight over a diary one day, I knew Harry should know that Hagrid was the student expelled fifty years ago.

But I didn't see any change in Harry Potter.

This was also normal.

His brother Darren Potter almost occupied his entire life.

He would go to the infirmary to see Darren whenever he had time.

It was also time to choose courses for the third year.

In the original book, Hermione chose all the courses and was given a Time-Turner. Honestly, I was actually very curious and really wanted to see it. ===== CHAPTER 1744 =====

But I wasn't that stupid.

I pointed my wand at those courses, and then I chose Divination and Care of Magical Creatures.

Please, I had no other choice.

These two courses are the ones I know best.

And they are the easiest courses to slack off in.

I don't intend to work in the magical world, so I don't intend to learn that much.

I feel that a student as diligent as Cedric is really a freak in Hufflepuff.

Because we Hufflepuffs really don't love studying.

We can only say that we haven't given up on the basic courses.

Slacking off is us.

Hannah didn't have any other ideas; after knowing that we had to choose at least two courses, she chose the same as me.

I know her thoughts: at least there’s someone else to share the blame.

I submitted the course schedule.

Professor Sprout didn't care at all.

She even praised me for being obedient and rubbed my head.

I suspect it might be because I’ve been wearing glasses this year that she thinks I’m cute.

I mean, Darren’s kindness to me—could it be that he has his eyes on this loli body of mine?

I spun around in front of the mirror.

It is indeed very cute, but... inside is such an old soul; would he like that?

I instinctively understood that he wouldn't be interested in me.

We are both so old; how could we be attracted to each other? I let out a breath.

Then I looked at the calendar.

It’s already February.

Besides Valentine’s Day in February, the rest is the Spring Festival.

When I saw Cho Chang wearing a bright red dress, I knew the Lunar New Year had arrived.

In my previous life, at this time, I would have to welcome the visits of aunts and uncles; they would urge me to get married, urge me to have children.

I fought with them, hated their urging, and was annoyed by Mom and Dad’s willingness to see it happen.

But it’s been over ten years since I transmigrated, and I miss that time more and more.

Even the noisy voices of those relatives are so pleasant.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, I was rarely reckless; I made some preparations and then came to the top of the tower.

I stood on the edge and looked at the moon.

The moon wasn't very bright.

The weather wasn't very good either, but I just kept my eyes on that moon for a long time.

It wasn't until I sneezed that I came back to my senses.

I took a step back, and then I saw Darren...