I really wanted to look up and ask him how Darren Potter was doing.
I had stayed here to get firsthand information.
One of the parents asked, "What about Potter?"
"He wasn't killed. He was sent to St. Mungo's."
"Then if he isn't dead, what right do you have to keep our children?"
They shouted loudly.
I saw murderous intent flash through Snape's eyes.
I let out a sigh of relief.
While Mum and Dad were still arguing with Snape, I slipped out of the crowd.
I didn't think they would remember me anyway.
Besides, I thought they probably wouldn't have any way to pay attention to me for a long time.
After all, Conte had colluded with the Death Eaters to kill Darren Potter.
Even if Dumbledore did not care, Professor Snape would not let those people off.
My only regret was that Conte had not died.
What had Darren been thinking? Why had he spared Conte's life? My thoughts ran wild.
I staggered back to Hufflepuff.
Hannah asked worriedly, "Polly, why are you crying?"
Crying?
Didn't I cry all the time? I thought.
But then I suddenly remembered that I was crying over Darren Potter.
I had dragged him into this.
Would he be angry?
Would he decide never to protect me again? Would he...
I thought despondently.
But I could not think of anything.
I simply hugged Hannah and cried, "Hannah, Darren isn't dead! He was sent to St. Mungo's!"
"That's wonderful, that's wonderful!"
Hannah screamed. She burst into loud laughter.
I knew her.
Most of her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness revolved around Darren.
If she found out that I was the reason Darren had ended up in St. Mungo's, she would definitely be angry.
I thought sadly.
But I knew I would not say it.