Chapter 819

Although I suspected Darren was torturing us, I had to say I was still very happy on the way back.

The danger was lifted, and I could finally live in Hogwarts with peace of mind; at least until the fourth year, everything was controllable.

I didn’t have to be so terrified anymore, right?

When I finally stepped on the ground of Hogwarts, I revealed a smile.

As soon as I got down, I saw Professor McGonagall coming over in a hurry with a stern face.

I was startled; wouldn’t there be another problem?

Could it be that Darren didn’t clean it up, and there was news of the Basilisk?

Or was that Horcrux diadem staying in the Room of Requirement making trouble again? I started to tremble slowly.

There were many people with the same thoughts as me; everyone didn’t dare to walk.

However, to my surprise, Professor McGonagall seemed to understand our emotions; she suddenly started to laugh.

She opened her arms to welcome us: Children, welcome home! I held back the tears in my eyes that were almost flowing.

Although the word "home" made my heart sway, I really wanted to say, Professor McGonagall, can you not scare us with such bad taste!

Returning to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall was just a small interlude; we were more concerned with how Darren killed that Basilisk.

Although I knew the plot in the original story, I believed that with Darren involved, it shouldn’t be that simple.

Then I stood not far from them when Harry was narrating to others.

I was fortunate enough to hear the whole thing.

When I looked at Harry’s reddened eyes and the others listening until they shed tears, I just wanted to say one sentence: Darren, you are really a dog!

A Fiendfyre spell could also be played so fancy by you. Actually, it was self-immolation and phoenix rebirth.

It really was…

I guess you made a big profit, right? I complained and walked away.

Halfway there, I touched the corners of my eyes; there were no tears.

So I touched the corners of my mouth; I found I couldn’t control the arc of my mouth. He really… really was an interesting person!

…Of course.

In the school, besides Darren, the one who attracted attention was Lockhart.

I heard Lockhart was paralyzed.

Only one eye could move on his whole body. Subconsciously, I thought of the word "one-eyed dragon."

But I felt it was not very respectful to disabled people.

Actually, I quite liked this guy Lockhart; after all, Lockhart was handsome.

This kind of middle-aged uncle-style handsomeness still made me quite like him.

I had always felt that as long as Lockhart didn’t speak and didn’t take out his wand, he was actually quite bluffing.

A good person, but unfortunately he grew a mouth.

By the way, why did he become like that?

In Harry’s narration, it was said that Lockhart accidentally looked at the Basilisk’s eyes, and Darren wanted to save him but didn’t succeed in the cure; at least he pulled back one life.

But I felt it didn’t look like that.

Was leaving Lockhart with only one eye that could move really not that guy’s revenge?

I thought secretly in my heart, but felt there was nothing wrong with it.

After all, that guy did offend people.

Who told him he had no strength and was still so suicidal?

That guy Darren wasn’t a good person; it would be strange if he could spare others.

You have to know that before, of those dozen Slytherin students, nine died, and the remaining six all went to Azkaban.

Although it could be considered venting for me, it could also show from the side that he was really not a saint.

Holding a saint system, yet not being a little saint, this was really difficult for him. I shook my head and sent a pair of glasses to Professor Lockhart, who was paralyzed at St. Mungo’s.

After all, Professor Lockhart would only be able to use his eyes from now on.

A few days after returning to school.

These heated discussions gradually disappeared.

It wasn’t that we were quick to forget, but that exams were coming up.

Heaven knows why, after so many things happened, there were still exams this year.

I hadn’t studied well this year; in the remaining time, I studied almost forgetting to eat and sleep with Hannah.

We two were almost going crazy.

When we finally finished the last subject, I felt I would rather be paralyzed with Lockhart.

At least I wouldn’t have to study.

And if I became like that, eight out of ten Death Eaters wouldn’t bother to do anything to me.

But thinking about it, I felt forget it; after all, those parents of mine might feel I was a disgrace and might take me home and give me a "Reducto."

Almost in the blink of an eye, I got my report card.

As I expected, it was still at a lower-middle level.

Hannah improved.

She reached the upper-middle level.

She saw my report card and looked puzzled.

“I remember you knew how to do many of the questions, didn’t you?”

Yes, so I didn’t do them!

I shrugged my shoulders and told her I had exam phobia; I would be afraid when taking exams, and being afraid would affect my grades…

Hannah believed it.

She looked at me sorrowfully, as if I were the most pitiful child in the world.

I complained that her look was strange, and she said she sympathized with me too much.

Hey, I was sympathized with!

…Summer vacation.

I saw my new younger brother.

The new brother was still small.

Mom and Dad named him Kafuflin.

I inexplicably thought of Karkaroff.

Of course, I immediately threw this name aside.

I gently touched Kafu’s tender little face with the back of my hand.

“Mom, he is so soft!”

I said foolishly.

A trace of sighing appeared in Mom’s eyes as she looked at me.

Probably she wanted to say I was silly, or felt I was stupid.

After all, I didn’t have my younger brother Cante, and I would very likely become the only heir of the Flynn family.

And now there was Kafu, and I was still a tool for marriage.

But I didn’t care.

Compared to Cante, I liked Kafu very much.

Kafu was a bit like me in my previous life; he even had a tendency toward Eastern features. I only just found out that the Flynn family used to have the bloodline of Eastern nobles; although it was only a little bit, it was enough.

I was willing to give a little bit of my liking for such a face of yours.

Besides praising Kafu, I would also hug him and kiss his little cheeks under the eyes of Mom and Dad.

But this was only in front of them; when they were not around, I had to keep Kafu at a respectful distance.

After all, they would suspect my intentions.

It was common news for an older sister to kill her younger brother for the sake of inheritance, and the house-elves wouldn’t want me to approach Kafu when Mom and Dad were not there.

I wasn’t that tactless.

I was actually more willing to stay in my room, whether reading or practicing spells.

I didn’t want to do those things under their suspicious eyes.

No matter how much I liked Kafu, I knew he would grow up to be like Cante.

After all, for Mom and Dad, Cante was the most excellent heir.

It was a pity that the heir provoked someone he shouldn’t have, he squatted in Azkaban, they had another little son, and Cante had become a thing of the past…

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