Thinking of what kind of turmoil the news of her donation to the Longbottoms would cause if it reached the ears of her parents, Betsy felt that her brain was splitting.
She had been having a good time, until the front desk receptionist had blabbed about it all over the world, right?
Betsy cornered the woman and her colleagues after they left work, stunned them, and poured Veritaserum down her throat.
It turned out that the woman had not told anyone else, she was just making small talk with her colleague today.
They had rules, and if the parties were not willing to disclose it, they would not talk nonsense.
She was a big mouth, and today she really could not bear it, so she spilled it.
These words made Betsy feel helpless and angry.
How did the little cub choose this big mouth, fortunately, she came in time today.
She managed to stop the damage.
So she interrogated the woman and her colleagues.
Finally, she made them forget about the donation.
She was going to make the woman forget everything.
But thinking of the image of the little cub in her mind, she finally left him a trace of memory.
Of course, for insurance, she still put a Memory Charm on the woman.
If she could not see the cub, she could not remember his specific appearance, if she ever saw him...
That meant that the Longbottoms owed the cub their lives.
According to the character of the Longbottoms family, if they knew about the little cub's donation, they might be indebted to him for 033 lifetimes.
Never mind.
She would just help the cub again.
Betsy thought with disgust.
Then she dumped the two people on the side of the road and swaggered away.
So, look, she was never a nice person.
That little cub, saving people saved the wrong one.
He should have saved the Longbottoms! It was time for school to start.
Betsy was dropped off outside King's Cross station by her father.
"Muggles look disgusting, I can't stand it, Betsy, get into the station yourself!"
Dad said in disgust.
Then he immediately Apparated away.
Betsy walked onto the train with her luggage indifferently.
She sat by the window and looked at the view.
Then she saw the cub walking into the station with a boy.
Coming so late, weren't they afraid that the Hogwarts train would leave, so that he, a Muggle-born wizard, could not go to school?
Betsy complained.
Who knew that in the next second, the little cub actually ran out again.
She was stunned.
Wasn't this kid going to school anymore? She thought she did not care.
As a result, the train was about to leave, and the kid still did not come in.
She could not sit still.
She walked out.
Then she pretended to have just arrived and brought the little cub in.
"Good fellow, your family still has a group to come to school!"
Since he had an older brother, why did he look so pitiful? It was like he had been malnourished since childhood.
Could it be that both of their parents had died? There was also that possibility.
But both parents had died, and he had donated all the Galleons she gave him? This little cub was such a fool.
Betsy felt disgusted.
She took the cub into her carriage.
She was ready to teach the little cub a lesson.
It was just that when the guys scolded the cub angrily, or pulled out their wands, she interrupted them directly.
In the next second of making these moves, she herself was in disbelief, let alone everyone else.
Of course.
She, Betsy, could not be wrong.
Only others were at fault.
So she acted as if she did not understand and let those people continue to think of a way.
In fact, she was already very embarrassed.
What a thing!
She already knew that she should not care about this little cub!
And when she was embarrassed, the little cub blocked her side again.
Looking at the wounds that exploded on the cub's body.
Betsy was furious.
She killed the werewolf.
She turned her head to look at the little cub, expecting to see his scared expression, but the little cub was smiling at her.
This little cub was so beautiful!
This was Betsy's first reaction.
The second reaction was irritation.
She had just taught this kid to be honest and protect his life, and he turned around and did this.
What the hell was he trying to do?
She looked down to ask, only to see his feverish eyes, as if looking at some treasure.
She suddenly understood.
What a fool.
He just liked her!
Realizing this, Betsy should have been bored and annoyed.
So many people liked her, this kid was a Muggle-born, what qualifications did he have to like her?
But... She didn't even feel sick.
She didn't get bored either.
There were only full of reasons that told her that she was not suitable for this kid.
So, she warned the cub.
The cub pretended not to hear.
But after she finally left firmly, the cub sat there for a long time in disappointment.
He must have been very sad.
Betsy thought a little sadly.
But... This kind of inexplicable feeling, she disdained to have!
Sorting was a big event.
She sat on the long Slytherin table and watched as the cubs were standing in the crowd.
Among so many little wizards, he was the most conspicuous.
Because he looked so cute.
And also because of the look of horror and fear on his face.
Sure enough, he was a Muggle-born, and he didn't fit in!
It was just that despite thinking so, Betsy sat up straight, hoping to let him see and be less afraid.
Big deal, she smiled at him to reassure him.
"Why do you always look at that red-haired brat, you know? Which son? Burst asked curiously. "
He was the boys' prefect of Slytherin.
His character... Insidious and cunning.
Of course, also a member of the pursuit of Betsy.
But his pursuit was much gentler, no, more like a task.
It was estimated that his family made him pursue her.
He actually had a girlfriend, a little girl in the second grade.
Betsy was very wary and disgusted with him, so she didn't bother to tell him the truth.
She just said nonchalantly: "On the Hogwarts train, a werewolf attacked me, and he was accidentally involved, so I took him to the school infirmary, which can be regarded as a sight." "
Everyone knew about this.
It was just that few people knew that it was that little cub who saved her. And the few people she knew, she knew, they valued their lives, and would not talk indiscriminately.
They were very measured.
So, she could explain it casually.
Thus, the little cub went from being a hero to being a victim.
The distance between them was very different.
As you could imagine, a special student award was gone.
Betsy thought disdainfully.
She hoped that this lesson would make him more honest.
He shouldn't always do those unwise things.
Betsy thought irritably.
She didn't know if the irritable cub would not save her in the future, or if the irritable cub w
ould stay away from her in the future.
Maybe both!
She was not rare in Greengrass, anyway!