This was what happened to the idiot.
Inside, he had knelt painfully before those Death Eaters to protect those people, begging them, shielding others from curses.
Every death left him in unbearable pain.
As she watched him in the Remembrall, she suddenly understood why he had done that at the trial.
He was just too tired.
Why did it have to be him?
Looking at the idiot in the Remembrall, Cassandra suddenly asked herself that from the bottom of her heart.
Why did Harry Potter's brother have to be him?
Why, when those people wanted to harm Harry Potter, had they chosen him instead? Cassandra found it utterly unimaginable.
Then she saw the idiot push the door open and walk in.
What should she say?
How could she make him act normally again and live properly?
Cassandra racked her brains for words that could comfort someone.
Only to discover, sadly, that all her comforting words were sarcasm. If the idiot heard them now, he would probably feel even worse.
Besides, the idiot did not seem to want to speak to them at all.
His eyes held embarrassment and sorrow.
Every word they said was probably like a knife cutting into his heart.
Fortunately, they did not need to comfort the idiot. Harry Potter arrived with his Miss Know-it-all and Weasley.
The idiot hid in the dormitory and refused to come out. Only after the Head of House rushed in and called for him did he reluctantly walk out.
Harry Potter threatened the idiot with his own life, and only then did the idiot seem to regain a little of his will to live.
Cassandra stood at a distance, and suddenly she felt relieved.
Actually, as long as she could see him alive, she was happy...
She still hated Harry Potter,