"What about you?"
I hurriedly asked.
He laughed and said that he hadn't even gone back himself, yet I still wanted to worry about him.
I wanted to ask if he'd been charmed by all those witch girls and decided not to go back.
But when I looked up, I saw that his eyes were faintly red.
"What feelings could a playboy possibly have?"
He said it with self-mockery.
I didn't understand, but seeing the way he looked, I didn't dare ask any further.
"Thank you."
I finally stood up and said.
It had been some time since my last conversation with Darren, and we hadn't spoken again.
But the casual chats in that space had become my motivation.
He said he could let me go back and see my parents.
I missed them so much.
So, so much.
I was excited for quite a while.
Even the next Quidditch match failed to catch my attention.
Well, I'd never really cared about Quidditch matches anyway.
But just as I was wondering whether I should go watch it, a voice suddenly sounded in my ear: Think about the plot!
It was Darren's voice.
I was about to laugh when my face suddenly went pale.
I remembered. This was one of the plot points.
In this plot point, Hermione would be petrified too.
If I ran around recklessly, I might get petrified as well.
My conversations with Darren over this period had made me lower my guard.
Luckily, luckily he remembered everything.
I refused Hannah's invitation to go watch the Quidditch match and told her I needed to catch up on homework in the Common Room.
In reality, I hid in the dormitory, gripping my wand tightly to prevent any accidents.
I didn't have to wait long before I heard a mass