That was normal. Filch was not an idiot either.
He had lived for decades. If he did not know Darren was being kind to him, that would have been strange.
That was why I felt there was no point in currying favor with him.
It might even make people think he was a calculating person.
Was the cheat ability at fault, or had Darren miscalculated? I secretly wondered.
But I still did not say anything.
After all, someone with a cheat ability probably would not believe a few words from me.
Besides, I was not even sure whether currying favor with Filch was the right move.
Forget it. I would let him think it over himself.
Even if he made a mistake, I believed his cheat ability would handle it.
I should think carefully about how to deal with Conte if he wanted to kill me.
These past few days, the way he looked at me had become increasingly vicious.
He did not want others to know he had an older sister in Hufflepuff.
Did he think I wanted others to know I had a younger brother in Slytherin?
He wanted me dead, and I wanted him dead too!
Extra: He Wants to Kill Me!!
After seeing Conte give me that threatening look once again, I began preparing to write a letter to Darren Potter.
It was inevitable.
I could now guess what Darren Potter's cheat ability was: a good person system. Maybe he really would help me.
Besides, the two outfits at Christmas had truly made it difficult for me to stay on guard.
I kept telling myself that I had to be careful around Darren Potter.
Yet when Conte threatened to kill me, when I was afraid, he was the only one I could think of.
On Halloween.