Darren Potter was really having a hard time in Slytherin? That seemed unlikely, didn't it?
Professor Snape had his back, and there was also a girl named Cassandra, the first-year Slytherin prefect, who had been following behind him the whole time.
The moment anyone tried to provoke him, one look from her would scare them off.
And I'd heard that Darren Potter even had a dormitory all to himself.
Was he really having a hard time?
I thought these professors must be blind! But there were quite a lot of blind people.
At first, I could still hear some students saying Darren Potter was not a good person, but after less than a week of spending time with him, they had started speaking up for him.
They said he was pitiful, that he was the kindest and most innocent person there was.
True or false? I didn't believe it! It wasn't that I was petty.
I really didn't think someone who could turn around his reputation in less than a week would be some naive little sweetheart.
It was an act. He had to be putting on an act!
But Darren Potter really was adorable. I meant his looks. I wouldn't comment on his character, but his appearance completely had me hooked.
The system's taste was amazing.
Every single detail hit right at my heart.
I loved it so much.
Of course.
I tried my best not to look at his face.
To keep myself from being bewitched.
I still went to class like an idiot.
Honestly, among all the first-year classes, Quirrell's was the one I hated most.
I had to overcome my fear and act stupid, but I couldn't act so stupid that Voldemort got annoyed.
Every time I attended his class, I had to stay on high