Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Chapter 809 Fanwai – He’s a good guy!!

Something happened to Lockhart.

When he went down the stairs, he fell because of improper posture.

I was right next to me.

Lockhart had fallen badly.

I let out a scream, but did nothing, to see Professor Lockhart fall all the way down the building.

What can I do?

I’m just such a stupid girl, no one notices me! I thought about these memories, and then I finished dinner and walked to the common room.

Hannah was a little unwell today, and she went to the school infirmary to prescribe medicine.

I was the only one left.

It was a bit late because I ate more.

I thought, I should go back as soon as possible.

But as I walked, I realized something was wrong.

The corridor was quiet, there was no sound, only a voice that creeped me out.

I immediately closed my eyes.

Panicking is like playing a drum.

I didn’t even dare to move, afraid that the basilisk would give up glaring at me with his eyes and eat me directly.

Just as I panicked, I heard footsteps.

“What academy are you a student of and what are you doing here?”

I closed my eyes and couldn’t hear who he was, so I could only subconsciously say: “My eyes hurt a little, it’ll be fine in a while.” ”

The voice seemed to believe my words.

He kept walking.

I heard the creepy voice that seemed to follow him away.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I can’t understand the snake language, but if I listen carefully, I can know that the snake’s voice still exists.

I clenched my fingers and thought to myself what I should do now.

After all, even if the basilisk ran away with that student, it didn’t mean that it wouldn’t make a horse gun.

The most infuriating thing was that the basilisk followed the direction that the student left, which was the only way for me to get to Hufflepuff.

I was so scared.

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

Plus, I’m just telling the professor what good can it be?

I suspect Dumbledore was well aware that there was a basilisk at Hogwarts.

Even if he didn’t know what the animal was, he knew it was an animal that could kill people.

Why didn’t he do it? Because the basilisk is all about pipes.

It was still moving very fast, and if Dumbledore wanted to find this thing, he would have to blow up Hogwarts.

Even blowing up Hogwarts may not be able to be found.

Plus there are secret rooms.

It was indeed impossible for him to find the Chamber of Secrets.

So, I just told them that it was a basilisk, and it didn’t help, and even let them notice me.

I have to hold steady.

I thought tremblingly.

Just as I was terrified, I heard the footsteps of a man.

He clapped my hand when he walked up to me.

“Don’t worry, there is me!”

He continued to walk forward.

The sentence just now seemed to be an illusion of mine.

I opened my eyes.

Look at his back. Sure enough, it was Darren Porter.

My trembling body stopped.

Some strength appeared in my heart.

I was relieved to see him quicken his pace and seem to run over.

Instead of running with him, he slowed down.

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

Then pretend to panic and run over. I knew I wouldn’t be in danger.

I ran in front of him.

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

And of course the yelling Peeves.

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

I quickly pretended to be stunned, and shouted stupidly: “Petrified, oh my God, who did it!” ”

I was stupid, but no one accused me.

They should all pity Darren, right?

After all, he looked like he was in a trance, sitting on the ground dumbfounded, with a small face pale, as if he had been hit particularly hard.

I want to laugh.

But when I laughed, tears kept flowing.

At night.

Hannah knew what happened to me, and she was stunned.

“You were on that road, and if Darren hadn’t been there, you might have been petrified!”

That being said.

But don’t ordinary people generally think, if Justin hadn’t been petrified, would I have been a victim?

All right!

Hannah’s love bean is Darren.

She would only think of ways to say good things to Darren.

I know her mind.

So he echoed her to thank Darren. I appreciate it sincerely.

Because he did save me.

He didn’t ask me for anything and saved me like this.

My tears welled up again…

I don’t know why, I just want to cry.

Christmas has arrived.

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

I took out the last of my capital to tell him how grateful I was to him.

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

He gave me a somewhat dried fig and a worrisome grass.

The effect of the worrisome herb is about the medicinal herb in an antidote.

Not so precious.

At first, I held these two things, not knowing what he was trying to do

But when I put the Chinese of these two things on paper, I saw their first word connect, and it was: worry-free.

Hassle-free? What does that mean?

I held back that subconscious thought in my heart.

But I can’t help but think madly, he makes me worry-free, what is worry-free? Sanssouci basilisk, or the final ending of Sanssouci Carefree?

Will I be able to live without worry, or will I be able to see my parents without worry?

I clenched my palms and pondered, and then found myself in tears, and at this time of leaving home, someone gave me only two words of promise, which could make me not argue.

But I told myself in my heart that he gave a lot!

He didn’t reveal my identity as a crosser, he noticed that I was cold, sent me two warming charm clothes, and helped me deal with Canter.

Even before I met the basilisk, he comforted me.

And I, did not help him with anything.

I wanted to keep myself calm down and not be impressed by something, but my heart just beat uncontrollably.

Why?

Why would he be so nice to me?

For no reason, pie in the sky?

I thought about it, but only if he was a good person, or he was purely a crosser, would be so good to me.

After all, I really couldn’t find anything in me that was his plot.

My memory?

At first, I was worried that his original memory was incomplete, and I was afraid that he would force me to name those memories.

But it seems that his memory is clearer than mine.

My abilities?

My abilities were obviously not as strong as Hermione Granger, and I was timid, how could I possibly help him?

So, is he really a good guy?