"Looks like my luck wasn't too bad. I didn't die at the hands of those scum!"
After Truman opened his eyes and woke up, he reached up to cradle his throbbing head. Turning slightly, he saw Cedric sitting beside him and reading the Self-Defense Guide, and he could not help but sigh in relief. It seemed his life had been saved.
"Albert thought you might be in danger, so he sent us to pull you out," Cedric said, setting down his book with a smile. "How do you feel now?"
"Not good. The Cruciatus Curse feels awful." Truman looked around curiously. "Where am I?"
"The Defense Association's temporary infirmary," Cedric replied without hesitation.
"What happened to those scum afterward?" Truman tried to roll over and sit up, only to bare his teeth in pain as his whole body ached.
"The Ministry of Magic took them away. As for whether they'll be sentenced to death, that's hard to say. But using the Unforgivable Curses will definitely get them a life sentence in prison." Cedric picked up a knife from the table, peeled an apple, and sliced it into small pieces on a plate. After taking a bite from one piece, he pushed the plate toward Truman. "What are you planning to do next? Anyway, I suggest you disappear for a while."
"Resign?"
Truman understood what Cedric meant.
It really was the best choice.
After all, the Death Eaters had already set their sights on him. If he did not hide now, they would probably come for him again. Next time, he might not be so lucky.
"What about you? What are your plans from now on?" Truman asked.
Cedric had already given up his promising job at the Ministry of Magic and gone into hiding because of the Death Eaters.
"Albert