She Was So Kind and Beautiful

After Professor Flitwick sent the House-elf Lulu to protect Jacob's family, he seemed to relax, and his speech became more fluid.

"She, Travers, is deliberately trying to befriend all the pure-blood girls in the school." He glanced at Turpin, who was sitting beside him. "Even young witches from newly emerged wizarding families like Turpin are among her targets."

Turpin turned her head and glared at him.

Professor Flitwick nodded upon hearing this. Most of the professors at Hogwarts were already aware of this matter.

Jacob didn't mind Turpin's angry gaze and continued, "This morning, the professors questioned those of us who are close to Travers. I imagine Professor Snape and Professor Sprout did the same."

Professor Flitwick said, "Yes, we stumbled upon this student group while investigating the cause of the three girls' illness. But our questioning this morning yielded no results."

"The girls said it was just girls of the same age hanging out. I'm sorry, I told you this morning that the girls asked me to run errands for them because of the incident where Rowle fell down the stairs." At this point, Jacob lowered his head again.

"We were telling the truth!" Turpin stared at Jacob, emphasizing loudly.

She took several deep breaths, finally unable to help herself as she stood up and shouted at Professor Flitwick, "Professor! Jacob has been lying this whole time!"

Her emotions were clearly very agitated.

"He is slandering her! Miss Travers never did those things! You'll see once the House-elf you sent returns!"

She turned her head back to Jacob and shrieked, "Don't think you can push everything onto Miss Travers, you nasty thing!"

"No! I'm not lying! You just don't know, Turpin!" Jacob shook his head rapidly, his voice tinged with a sob.

Turpin continued to glare at him angrily. "You are lying! Jacob!"

Immediately after, she began to cry as well.

"Miss Travers just wanted the students of the four houses at Hogwarts to become united. She chose to befriend the younger pure-blood girls first because it was just the first step of her plan! And she had no other choice, did she?"

Her expression looked incredibly aggrieved.

Scott leaned back on the sofa, resting his head on his hand. Listening to what Turpin said, he found it quite interesting.

The same event, when viewed from different angles, produces completely different perceptions.

Jasmine Travers, a master of acting.

Scott felt he couldn't compare. At the very least, when he was truly 11 in his past life, his brain could only hold thoughts of playing.

"Poor Miss Travers, she is so kind and wonderful! She never looked down on you just because you are a Muggle-born witch! She is even lying in the hospital right now because she is sick! How dare you! How dare you slander her like that!"

It seemed that after suppressing it for so long, Turpin had completely let go, and her mouth didn't stop for a second as she accused Jacob.

"Also, it was clearly you who pushed Caitlin down the stairs on the night school started, just because she argued with you on the train..."

"Quiet! Quiet, Miss Turpin!"

Professor Flitwick tapped the table with his finger.

"Miss Turpin! You may voice your rebuttal after Mr. Kent has finished speaking."

"But... Professor! You already believed him just now; you've been deceived by him!" Turpin looked at Professor Flitwick, feeling wronged.

Scott watched this scene and felt that she was genuinely aggrieved on behalf of her Miss Travers.

"Oh! Do not worry, Miss Turpin."

Professor Flitwick waved his hand, signaling her to sit back down.

"I believe that as your professor, and as an elder, I have the ability to distinguish whether my students are lying." He said with a stern face.

"How could you!" Turpin exclaimed, then covered her mouth under Professor Flitwick's gaze.

At this moment, Jacob gave Turpin a look of pity, and he said to Professor Flitwick, "Professor, actually, this cannot be blamed on Miss Turpin. They... I mean, most of the girls have been deceived by Travers's false facade. They have never seen Travers's true face."

Hey, this kid!

Scott couldn't help but smile with amusement.

The "green tea" scent is a bit strong!

Professor Flitwick glanced at Turpin again, making her swallow the words she wanted to blurt out, then signaled for Jacob to continue.

"Travers only reveals her true face in front of Morgan Avery and me," Jacob said. "In private, she calls all Muggle-born classmates Mudbloods."

Speaking of this, he looked at Turpin with pity again.

"She even said that someone with Miss Turpin's background still hasn't washed the smell of mud off her body."

Turpin's eyes widened in disbelief, and she kept shaking her head while covering her mouth.

Jacob stopped looking at her. He took a deep breath and said to Professor Flitwick, "The only reason Travers let me stay by her side was to experiment with her Dark Magic on me."

"What?"

The quill Professor Flitwick had just picked up dropped onto the table, and he jumped off his chair in agitation.

"Don't worry, Professor." Jacob gave a brave smile. "I'm fine. Travers didn't dare to make a big scene. Most of the time, she just used some Hexes on me and would give me healing potions afterward."

Professor Flitwick gasped for air and said sternly, "You should have sought help from the professors from the very beginning, Jacob! Perhaps in your eyes, you were facing a dead end, but for the professors, getting you out of trouble is just a simple task!"

"Yes, it's my fault for not realizing it. I... I had just come into contact with magic and didn't understand anything. I was always very terrified," Jacob said sadly.

Professor Flitwick's tone softened. "Now you know. I hope you will try to trust the school's professors in the future."

"I will, thank you."

Jacob was incredibly grateful to Professor Flitwick; he wiped away his tears with his sleeve and looked at Scott and Roger, who were sitting across from him.

"Also, thank you both as well, Mr. Trollope, Mr. Davis, for trying to save me."

"No need for thanks, just call me Scott, Jacob."

Scott smiled gently.

"I am deeply sorry. If I had been more persistent, you wouldn't have had to go through all of that."

Jacob quickly said, "No, this isn't your fault, Tro... Scott."

"And, right, about Travers's retaliation against you."

As if he had suddenly remembered that this matter was still unresolved, he said to Scott and Roger, "I'm sorry, I only knew that Travers was planning to retaliate against you, but she didn't tell me the specific plan."

"She only instructed me to provide assistance for Miss Turpin's actions. Then... she suddenly fell ill, and the operation targeting Tro... Scott might have been aborted because of that."

"So that's how it is."

Scott smiled with relief. He turned his head and said, "It seems I am much luckier than you, Roger."