Although the word "home" made my heart sway, I really wanted to say, Professor McGonagall, could you please stop scaring us with this kind of twisted sense of humor?!
Returning to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall was only a minor interlude. What we cared about more was how Darren had killed that Basilisk.
Although I knew the plot from the original story, I figured that with Darren involved, it couldn't possibly have been that simple.
Then, while Harry was recounting it to everyone else, I stood not far away from them.
I was fortunate enough to hear the whole thing.
Looking at Harry's reddened eyes, and the way everyone else was crying after hearing it, I only wanted to say one thing: Darren, you really were a bastard!
You could even make a Fiendfyre Curse this elaborate. Self-immolation and rebirth from the flames like a phoenix?
Seriously...
He'd probably made a fortune, right? I grumbled as I left.
Halfway there, I touched the corner of my eye. No tears.
So I touched the corner of my mouth instead and realized I could barely suppress my smile. He really... really was an interesting person!
...Of course.
Besides Darren, the one drawing attention at school was Lockhart.
I heard Lockhart had been paralyzed.
Only one eye on his entire body could still move. The word "cyclops" immediately came to mind.
But then I felt that was a little disrespectful toward disabled people.
Actually, I rather liked Lockhart. After all, Lockhart was handsome.
That kind of handsome, middle-aged-man sort of handsome, was still quite to my taste.
I had always felt that as long as Lockhart didn't speak or pull out his wand, he was actually pretty intimidating.
A perfectly good man, ruined by having a mouth.
Come to think of it, why had he