Chapter 825

That tabby cat was actually that woman, Professor McGonagall. I earned my second detention of the school year.

So angry.

What scares me most is, Snape isn't going to write to Father again, is he? I don't want to copy the family rules anymore!

Seeing Darren Potter still looking at me with such worry, I suddenly felt regret. Why was I bickering with this little fool?

I stopped doing things like this when I was five; how is he any different from the me before age five? Just a little fool!

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Taking classes at this school, besides having to endure Darren Potter's stupidity, the other thing that makes one irritable is that Quirrell.

He really smells so bad, I almost threw up.

Seriously, heavens, Father, hurry up and fire him!

I really can't stand him anymore. Why did Dumbledore have to find someone like this to teach me?

I was so stifled in his class that I felt listless. When the bell rang, I was the first to rush out.

Wait.

I wasn't the first; the first one seemed to be Darren Potter.

Fine, I have to admit, this little fool doesn't seem... too foolish either.

At the very least, he knows what stinks.

Friday morning.

Harry Potter suddenly popped up and said he wanted the little fool to go eat at Gryffindor.

He spoke so condescendingly, he didn't even know how to use a "please." If I were the little fool, I'd definitely make him go back and practice his grammar first.

Besides, Slytherin wouldn't allow a student of their own house to abandon collective activities!

Hahaha.

Scarhead is about to be rejected by his brother in front of everyone.

This scene is truly satisfying.

That'll teach him to reject my friendship! I thought triumphantly.

Just that.

The little fool actually stood up? I was stunned.

This little fool hasn't actually gone stupid, has he?

He's actually quite cute, just a bit dim-witted.

Back in the common room, we started discussing how to punish him.

I suggested everyone give him a hex to punish him a little.

Anyway, he's so powerful, I doubt these hexes of ours will be of any use.

When the time comes, I'll just say I gave up on punishing him, to curry some favor; that should count as an explanation to Father.

I thought this to myself, then listened to the others talk about the punishment for Darren Potter.

I have to say, they were all quite ruthless.

Even I found it too miserable to watch.

The little fool is truly stupid to the core.

What kind of good people could there be in Slytherin? I thought triumphantly. Afternoon.

In Potions class.

Snape mocked Harry Potter from start to finish.

I saw Scarhead's face turn red with anger.

So satisfying.

However, what shocked me was that young Potter is very adept at Potions; he can even improve the potions.

I looked at my own potion and was green with envy.

Why?

How am I, a pure-blood aristocrat, not as good as this little fool?

But a little fool is a little fool; that idiot from the Longbottom family almost burned through his cauldron, and he just grabbed the pot and ran.

My train of thought weirdly aligned with his. If you take the pot away, no one will get hurt.

He really is... a little fool!

I snorted.

But what puzzles me a bit is that Snape seems to care a lot about Darren Potter. Others don't understand Snape, but I have observed him.

My impression of Snape has always been that, aside from Potions, he is cold-blooded.

This fits Father's requirements for an aristocrat.

Of course, occasionally he also likes to be flattered.

Father told me to suck up to him.

I used to try quite hard to suck up to him, but I never saw him care about me the way he cares about Darren Potter.

I saw Darren Potter run off with the pot, and he was nearly bursting with anger.

Although I know he was angry because of Darren Potter's action, this kind of anger wasn't ordinary anger; it was that kind of "caring" anger.

Or did I see it wrong?

How could Snape hate Harry Potter and yet care about Darren Potter? How strange!

Of course, these things still need more observation.

What I need to do is wait for Darren Potter to be punished in the afternoon.

Afternoon.

We all stayed in the common room.

Becky Greengrass said we were all forbidden from talking to that Darren Potter, to teach him a lesson, to look at him coldly and make him afraid.

So we all stayed in the common room, listening to her, waiting for that Darren Potter to return.

Darren Potter didn't return until a long time after school.

I grew a bit impatient waiting.

Everyone looked at Darren Potter in silence; I knew they wanted to give him a show of force.

But looking at the little fool's silly appearance, I thought of what Father said about befriending him.

Since I'm to befriend him, I could actually start right now.

So I was the first to open my mouth and say, "Harry Potter just gave you these things?"

Actually, I really look down on them. What kind of junk is all this?

Just looking at it feels like pig slop.

Has he never eaten snacks before?

He ran out regardless of the punishment just for these things? I think he's too stupid.

My speaking first clearly made some people dissatisfied.

The older students glared at me several times, but I didn't care at all.

They are nothing but trash anyway.

Who dares to touch me?

I sneered.

I wasn't afraid of their eyes at all. Darren Potter must have been scared.

But he didn't regret it.

Miss Becky Greengrass had people guard the door; she gave Darren Potter a chance to put his things away.

Then, when Darren Potter came out, she said she was going to punish him with the Cruciatus Curse.

I froze.

I looked at her in disbelief.

I remember, wasn't her relationship with Darren Potter quite good?

I thought this was a play she was putting on for others to see; how did she go straight to using the Cruciatus Curse?

Just as I don't care about those people's thoughts, Becky Greengrass didn't care about our thoughts either; she used the Cruciatus Curse directly on Darren Potter.