Bab 83: Besty Greengrass Chapter 1
I, Betsy Greengrass.
The eldest lady of the Greengrass family.
From birth, I was a pure-blood noble lady.
I hated Muggle-born wizards.
I also hated pure-blood wizards.
The former were scared when they saw me. The latter, of course, were because they were crazy enough to make me sick. They all rotted on the dance floor and were disgusting.
The surface was shiny, and the back was disgusting.
I hated them.
Not a joke.
I really hated everyone.
Of course, it also included the mysterious man who ruled the entire British wizarding world more than ten years ago.
When I saw Mom and Dad kneeling at his feet, when I saw Mom and Dad kissing his robe, when I saw Mom and Dad reverently letting him mark them with his sign.
I was disgusted.
"Control your expression, Betsy, if you can't beat him, then you better make yourself adore him."
This was at least to protect their own rights and interests, to maintain the dignity of their pure blood.
The dignity of pureblood?
Did you mean kneeling on the ground and kissing his robe? Little Betsy was disgusted.
But I had to comply.
I stood gracefully behind my mother.
I heard her respectfully say to the mysterious man, "May I be your servant?"
The mysterious man was in his glory at the time.
He reservedly said that he would wait for these little Death Eaters to grow up before leaving his mark on them.
OK.
I escaped.
That night, Mom and Dad rolled around in pain.
They constantly shouted for the master to spare their lives.
I was at a loss.
I tried to make them well.
But it didn't work at all.
Fortunately, they finally got back on their feet.
"Something happened to the Dark Lord, Betsy, take your sister and hurry up... Let the house-elves take you away, and after leaving, you look at the Daily Prophet. If it says the information of the ancestral house auction, you will come back, if not, definitely don't come back... Just pretend we died!"
Little Betsy, Daphne, and her sister Astoria were taken away by the house-elves just like that.
They were brought to the Muggle world by house-elves.
They hid there.
Sometimes they were sent to the sewers by house-elves.
Astoria was very young at the time.
Because of those years of hiding, her courage became very small.
Even now, she dreaded every day.
OK.
They finally returned home when they saw in the Daily Prophet that the ancestral home was going to be auctioned.
Only then did they know that Mom and Dad had almost given away a large amount of property in the family, which allowed them to escape punishment in the name of suffering from the Dementor's Kiss.
The ancestral home was handed over at that time. From then on, Betsy was even more confused.
What exactly was right and what was wrong? Or maybe strength was the most powerful.
That's right, only if I was strong, then no one could force me to do anything.
I met Darren when I was sixteen and had just been appointed as a Slytherin prefect.
Because I had turned down Malfoy's invitation at the ball, he kept looking for faults.
Even in front of the public, he deliberately tripped me.
I held back my anger and prepared to return to Slytherin so that Malfoy could get a good idea of what education was.
Who knew Darren would come out.
He pulled out a bunch of equal life words, which did not make me feel the slightest touch, only made me think that this little boy was really naïve.
But still.
The boy's theory was interesting.
I could make friends with that kind of person.
Who knew that this guy actually rejected me? He was crazy!
The friendship of the eldest lady of the Greengrass family also dared to refuse? Hmph.
He must be a wild boy from the Muggle world.
That's it.
She gave him another chance.
Outcome.
Raid! Sudden attack.
It was a killing curse.
The kid stood in my way.
Then his body fell into my arms.
She subconsciously hugged him tightly and aimed at the attacker.
After taking care of the attackers.
She didn't even dare to look at the guy in her arms.
Death curse.
How could anyone escape? He was dead.
A Muggle-born wizard, a first-year student, died blocking her spell.
Moreover, he was the first person who did not want to protect her, which made her feel indescribable.
Hey?
He was alive? Betsy was stunned.
The death curse had no effect, this guy wouldn't be some kind of freak, would he?
Her first reaction was to send him to the laboratory at home to study what was going on with him.
If they could, maybe their family wouldn't have to be afraid of the death curse.
But looking at the guy's innocent eyes, she finally gritted her teeth and gave up the idea.
"Little cub, as your future senior sister, I give you a piece of advice: don't tell the outside world about your experience, especially don't say that you have survived the death curse, forget about this, understand!?"
Betsy said coldly.
That's right, just because she was his senior sister! That's right.
She also gave this kid thirty thousand Galleons.
To buy his life.
Although, when she handed out the card, she felt her toes curl up weakly.
Too little.
It was really too little.
What could he do with such a sum? But that was all she had saved over the years.
If she still wanted to ask the family to chip in, then she would have to make it clear.
This little cub was also likely to be discovered by his parents that something was wrong with him.
That was it.
This kid should also know that blocking the spell for others would not only prevent him from getting rich, but he might also die.
She hoped he learned his lesson next time!
Betsy, who returned home, interrogated the attacker.
The attacker was the one she had provoked.
Because she had provoked some pure-bloods over the years, there were always some brothers who wanted to teach her a lesson.
The death curse was also intentional.
They wanted her to be a disgrace to the Greengrass family.
An eldest lady who couldn't even block a spell.
Pity.
Their attack failed.
Inexplicably thwarted by a cub.
Betsy laughed wickedly.
In order to celebrate this incident, she dragged those sons and brothers out to beat them half-crippled.
Of course, she also robbed their wallets.
She prepared those purses for the vault.
In this way, the kid would come to get the Galleons, and there would be more.
Who knew that when she got there, she found that the Galleons had already been taken away?
This kid was quite fast!
So, she asked more, did the little cub get them himself?
Who knew that the answer was St. Mungo's Nightingale Fund.
St. Mungo's?
Nightingale? Betsy was puzzled.
Could it be that something had happened to that kid? Did he need medical bills?
Worried about the impact of the death curse, Betsy came to the payment gate, she wanted to inquire which ward the cub was in.
Who knew that the woman was discussing with another woman, there was a little brat who donated money to Longbottom.
Brat.
Longbottom.
These two words reminded her of the day in the hospital, the little cub sneaking at the door of the Longbottoms' ward.
At the time, she thought this kid was curious about the Longbottoms.
Who knew that she was thinking of giving her Galleons to Longbottom!
She was a Death Eater, Longbottom was an Auror, and it was like a rat donating money to a cat!
This little cub really dares to do such a thing!
And he also said the name of Betsy Greengrass, if her parents knew it, I am afraid that she would be directly angry!
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