"Looks like I was pretty lucky. I didn't die at the hands of those scum!"
After Truman opened his eyes and woke up, he reached up to clutch his throbbing head. Turning to the side, he saw Cedric sitting beside him and flipping through the Self-Defense Guide, and he could not help but breathe a sigh of 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 with a smile as he put down the book. "How are you feeling now?"
"Terrible. The Cruciatus Curse feels terrible." Truman looked around curiously. "Where am I?"
"The Defense Association's temporary infirmary," Cedric replied without hesitation.
"What happened to those scum?" Truman tried to roll over and sit up, only to grimace as pain shot through his entire body.
"The Ministry of Magic has already taken them away. Whether they'll be sentenced to death is hard to say, but using Unforgivable Curses will definitely get them life in prison." Cedric picked up a knife from the table and peeled an apple, then cut it into small pieces and placed them on a plate. After taking a bite from one piece, he pushed the plate in front of 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?" Truman asked instead.
Cedric had already given up his promising job at the Ministry of Magic and gone into hiding because of the