That was that.
The kid should have learned by now that taking curses for others would not only fail to make him rich—it might even get him killed.
Hopefully, he would learn his lesson next time!
After returning home, Becky interrogated the attackers.
They were people she had offended.
Over the years, she had provoked quite a few Pure-bloods, and there were always some young masters who wanted to teach her a lesson.
The Killing Curse had been deliberate as well.
They wanted her to become the disgrace of the Greengrass family.
A young lady who could not even block a curse.
Unfortunately.
Their attack had failed.
It had been inexplicably ruined by some little brat.
Becky laughed herself silly.
To celebrate, she dragged those young masters out and beat them half to death.
Naturally, she also robbed their wallets.
She planned to deposit those wallets in the vault.
That way, when that kid came to collect the Galleons, there would be a little more for him.
Who would have thought that when she got there, she discovered that the Galleons had already been withdrawn?
That kid had moved pretty fast!
So she casually asked whether the little brat had come to withdraw them himself.
Who would have thought the answer would be that a Thestral from St. Mungo's had withdrawn them?
St. Mungo's?
A Thestral? Becky was utterly confused.
Could something have happened to that kid? Did he need money for medical bills?
Worried that it might have been an effect of the Killing Curse, Becky went to the payment counter, intending to ask which ward the little brat was in.
Who would have thought that she happened to overhear that woman discussing with another woman how some little kid had donated money to Longbottom.
A little kid.
Longbottom.