Su Er lay in bed, staring blankly at the bed curtains with his eyes open. In the middle of the night, the dark clouds dispersed, and moonlight slipped quietly inside, pooling on the floor.
This time, he had chosen to conceal his reason for putting down the Remembrall in Hagrid's class. Dumbledore had not asked, but he could surely guess that Su Er had "seen" the future, which was why he had brought up their old conversation at the end as a reminder.
So, the choice I made this time very likely changed that Hippogriff's fate. Will I regret it?
"No." Su Er gave his answer at once.
As for whatever exchanges of interests lay behind Buckbeak's situation, those were matters for the adults. What did they have to do with an ordinary Hufflepuff student like me?
The answer was nothing.
In other words, if scenes from the original story's future truly unfolded before my eyes, would I remain unmoved and stand by to watch the final outcome?
The answer was also no.
Then what was there left to agonize over?
People who spoke in riddles always liked to keep others awake. It really was torment.
Neither of the two bosses from the past two school years had been someone he could handle alone. Since the beginning of this school year, however, he had first received Professor Snape's one-on-one training and then begun to acquire some ability to protect himself. At the very least, Su Er reckoned he could exchange a few moves with an adult wizard now.
If I came across a plot whose ending I could rewrite with just a little intervention and still remained unmoved, what would be the point of coming to this world?
*Besides, there was absolutely no way I could stand by and watch