Chapter 826

I saw Darren Potter collapse.

He screamed in pain.

He bit his lower lip tightly, as if that could make the pain go away. I hoped he would stand up and resist, but he never resisted.

He was just like Xiao Bai, weakly waiting for death to arrive.

I clenched my fingers.

When Xiao Bai died, I didn't help at all.

Am I really going to watch him die now?

I thought in a panic.

Until an older student interrupted my thoughts.

"Enough, right? Watching him howl like that is pretty meaningless!"

He left.

I stood where I was, my face pale.

I missed the opportunity again.

I didn't help Xiao Bai, and now I didn't help him either.

I can't do anything...

I'm actually not as brave as I imagined.

I watched Darren Potter lying on the ground.

Becky Greengrass's Cruciatus Curse had ended, and he was curled up in pain.

My eyes were filled with guilt.

I stumbled out of the common room.

I'm really shameful, aren't I?

I asked Crabbe and Goyle.

They both showed stupid expressions.

I thought they were both truly stupid.

But I also understood that I'm not much different from them; the me from just now was the same as them, wasn't I?

I didn't even have the courage to resist.

No!

I'm too weak... is it really just that I'm too weak?

I thought of the effort that little fool made; he knew the punishment he was about to receive, yet he didn't have a shred of fear.

To meet Harry Potter, he never stinted on his abilities, while I couldn't even save Xiao Bai's life.

If that day, I had stood in front of Xiao Bai, Father might have spared Xiao Bai, right?

That Cruciatus Curse was a test.

I lost, and from then on, I am the pure-blood aristocrat Draco...

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Regardless, I don't think I like Darren Potter very much; after all, he's quite annoying.

Too kind, and a bit stupid.

Although I admire him, in the end, I think he's stupid.

How long can a person like that live?

But he is very powerful.

He beat me very hard.

This is truly a sad story.

Sometimes when I think about it, I feel quite unlucky.

I always thought that when I came to Slytherin, I would be the little prince of Slytherin.

Who knew I would be held in the palm of such a fool's hand.

But can I say I hate him?

I can't bring myself to hate him either; it's just that I know this person is a good person, and I'm repulsed by him, but I don't have any thoughts of wanting to harm him.

Whether it's for Xiao Bai or for some of the regrets in my heart, I don't really want to harm him either.

However, after hearing this guy say he had suffered the Cruciatus Curse and still wanted to associate with Scarhead, I still felt like I wanted to annoy him.

I had originally planned to find fault with Scarhead, but who did I see? The idiot Longbottom.

This is truly interesting.

Longbottom's grandmother gave him a crystal ball, and he was showing it off, so I snatched it away.

Although I didn't know what to do with it, I knew that little fool would definitely come to beg me for it.

Sure enough, Darren Potter ran over. He asked me to return the crystal ball to Longbottom.

Why should I?

I snatched it with my own skill; why should I return it?

Besides, the Longbottom family isn't short of one crystal ball; can't I play with it?

I tossed the crystal ball high up.

Then I saw the little fool's eyes turn red with anxiety.

Is it worth it?

Isn't it just a crystal ball? I just won't give it back!

I ran around the common room with the crystal ball.

Perhaps fearing that I would break the crystal ball, the little fool didn't use any hexes on me.

We two ran around like Muggles.

I thought it was quite fun; if the little fool let me play a bit more happily, I would return the crystal ball.

But heaven knows which fool wanted my life.

I couldn't dodge it.

My face turned white with fear.

Am I going to die?

Who knew, the little fool blocked it with his arm in front of me.

Darren Potter fell to the ground, blood gushing out, yet he didn't forget to pick up the crystal ball that had fallen.

I subconsciously shouted that this didn't count.

But I immediately realized, I had almost died.

It was Darren Potter who saved me.

He, he really is like a fool! I muttered.

But my heart was filled with panic.

But I immediately realized, I have an amulet, what am I worried about? I'm wearing an amulet, even if the curse hit me, I wouldn't be in trouble; why should I thank him?

But watching Darren Potter run into the dormitory, I still frowned.

Is this really not a little fool?

His arm was pierced through; why didn't he go to the infirmary, but instead ran back to the dormitory? I suspect that curse wasn't one that makes people stupid, was it?

Miss Becky Greengrass had already dealt with the guy who attacked me; he was under the Imperius Curse.

I found Snape outside and sent that student to him.

Father and the others will handle it, and I...

I searched my dormitory for the best ointment my family had, and then walked toward the little fool's dormitory door.

Although I don't want to admit it, that little fool was indeed saving me.

Really...

I don't want him to save me! I thought indignantly.

But when he opened the dormitory door, his face still a bit pale, I was still a little worried.

What did this guy do inside?

It's just that I discovered his wound seemed to have healed, and he had also taken a bath.

Is his healing ability this powerful?

I put away my ointment and didn't take it out.

I looked at him inquiringly; this guy seems to be hiding a lot of things.

But I also felt a bit irritable; does Dumbledore know what he's hiding? I heard Father say that old thing is very suspicious; if he hides things from that old thing like this, will something go wrong?

Inevitably, I started to worry about him in my heart.

But I had no way to say it out loud.

If Dumbledore didn't know, and instead found out because I said something, wouldn't I have harmed him?

I didn't know how to talk to him, and instead watched him want to leave.

I grabbed his injured arm.

Huh?

It seems it hasn't completely healed.

Being gripped by me like this, there still seemed to be a very heavy smell of blood.

So, is his ability accelerated healing?

But if it's just accelerated healing ability, he could actually go to the infirmary; I was full of confusion.

But I still let go, wanting to go ask Father for help.

Because of my series of thoughts, after he left, I forgot to give him the ointment.

Sigh.

Hope he's okay!

I returned to the dormitory with the ointment. Then I took the two-way mirror and found Father. I wanted to know the reason.

After all, he also saved me.

Father asked me to give him a drop of Darren's blood.

I wanted to say I couldn't get the blood, but Father discovered the blood on the back of my hand.

I thought of the moment I grabbed Darren Potter just now; I didn't expect I really scratched him.

I felt a bit guilty, but I still followed Father's request and had the owl send the blood to him.

My family's owl delivers things fast.

It was delivered at one in the afternoon.

Father was explaining to me nonchalantly through the two-way mirror, which was opposite me.

He told me about the blood-testing curse.

And then I was stunned.

The little fool... no, Darren Potter is my brother?! I subconsciously mocked Father.

"You're really amazing!"

Truly amazing enough; even the brother of the Boy Who Lived is his son.

I suddenly thought of when Darren saved me, and shouted in terror, "He didn't know he was my brother from the beginning, did he?"

"No, Lily and I didn't know about this matter, he certainly wouldn't know either..."

I let out a huge sigh of relief.

That's true.

He certainly wouldn't know.

But to save me without knowing...

In my heart, I subconsciously felt a strange heartache.

My brother...

Even if we are half-brothers, I don't have any hatred for him.

In this circle, there are many such children.

Some are ambitious, some have no desire to fight; this is all normal.

It's just that as illegitimate children, without exception, they also live very well from childhood to adulthood.

Material life is never lacking.

I thought of Darren Potter's thin and small appearance; I really don't think he lived very well from childhood.

Not only did he not live well, he was also silly, just like Xiao Bai.

I thought of how he was toward Harry Potter.

I thought if he had lived in Malfoy Manor since childhood, then I could also have such a silly, sweet brother.

I don't mind that he's an illegitimate child.

Malfoy Manor is very, very large; as the heir, I am actually very lonely.

If he were my brother, I would definitely help him stand in front of my father.

Thinking again of the Cruciatus Curse he suffered before... I smiled bitterly...

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