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He put his arm around Darren's shoulder.
The members of the Order of the Phoenix all had bloodshot eyes. They were almost too afraid to speak.
The injuries on Darren's body were so severe that even those of them who had experienced real war could not bear to look at them closely.
boom!
Just as everyone was in pain, the sound of Apparition came.
"Severus!"
"Dumbledore exclaimed."
Snape stared at Darren's injuries with almost fury.
"St. Mungo's or the school infirmary?"
He held back the angry curse that almost escaped his lips, and looking into Darren's empty eyes, he could no longer utter a word of blame.
"The school clinic... I don't want anyone to know I'm injured..."
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[bite……]
"I'm sorry, but to cover up your disappearance, everyone has been saying that you've moved into St. Mungo's and haven't recovered yet!"
"Snape said bluntly."
Darren seemed to only realize it at that moment.
He tilted his head, trying to see in the direction Snape was speaking, and hesitated before saying, "Professor, how long have I been missing? Is my brother particularly worried? I should..." Darren asked anxiously...
"It won't be too long, I think it'll be about a month!"
"One month!"
Darren cried out in surprise. He seemed stunned.
Then he suddenly said, "Professor, I need to go to my brother's. I need to see him first. He must be very worried about me..."
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[bite……]
He seemed dizzy from struggling. His body swayed.
Snape's eyes narrowed.
He suddenly pulled out a bottle of potion and poured it into Darren's mouth. Darren really wanted to curse.
He was just pretending; he didn't actually intend to sleep, okay?
As always, Snape's potion required finding the real potion in the Water of Life and Death.
He felt dizzy almost immediately after the potion was poured into his mouth.
He struggled and said hurriedly, "Let...let my brother let me go..."
He hadn't finished speaking when he lost consciousness. Dumbledore summoned a stretcher.
He placed Darren on the platform and said seriously, "Don't let Voldemort know about this for now. I think he might rush into St. Mungo's at this time!"
Harry was asleep, slumped over the table in his room. He could vaguely hear himself snoring loudly. A newspaper lay slung under his arm.
The newspaper cover read: Harry Potter, the Savior?
People continued to talk about the person whose name couldn't be mentioned, who had appeared at the Ministry of Magic a little over a month ago.
"We were told not to discuss this, and we're too busy..."
A Ministry of Magic memory-erasing wizard said.
Even though the Ministry of Magic forbids further discussion of this matter, we still have reason to believe that the place where the mysterious man appeared was the legendary Hall of Prophecy.
It is said that the Man of Darkness needs a prophecy orb, which is related to Harry Potter and the Man of Darkness...
The remaining text was pressed down by Harry's arm.
However, through Harry's fingers, one could vaguely see the smallest section of the Daily Prophet, which read: Darren Potter is suspected to have died in battle.
However, I wrote to Harry Potter and Dumbledore for inquiries, but have not received a reply yet.
However, according to Darren Porter's classmates, Darren Porter should be staying at St. Mungo's at this time, and his injuries are very serious...
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In addition, Harry also had a newspaper nearby.
The headline read: Rufus Scrinker succeeds Fudge. Scrinker's photo occupied most of the newspaper page. He was looking seriously at everyone in the photo.
His lion-like expression immediately gave people a sense of security.
Rufus Scrimgeour, the former Auror Director, succeeds Connery Fudge as Minister of Magic.
However, according to rumors...
Scrimgeour is at odds with Albus Dumbledore, who has just been reinstated as the chief wizard of Wizengamot.
Scrimgeour's representative stated that Scrimgeour had just corresponded with Dumbledore...
Next to this newspaper, there was also a magazine titled "About the Ministry of Magic Protecting Student Safety" lying on the side.
However, the above content was blocked by the bird's head that was watching Hedwig. Hedwig was grooming her feathers inside the birdcage.
But sometimes it would make an impatient clicking sound, but Harry didn't hear it at all.
There was a box in the middle of the room.
There were several pieces of clothing inside the box, neatly folded, as if the owner wanted to pack them up but didn't.
Besides the box, a little further away from it, there were several apple cores, candy wrappers, and some owl feathers.
A kitten was lying in the corner. The kitten was just sitting there blankly.
In front of it was a delicate cat bowl. The bowl was filled with cat food.
There was a paper cup with water next to it. There was a cat bed on the bed.
The cat bed was made with a fluffy blanket, but it looks like the cat didn't go in to sleep for even a short while.
Next to the cat's bed lay a piece of parchment. The parchment lay there flat and smooth. Dear Harry:
If you'd like, I'll pick you up at 11 p.m. on Friday night to go to the Burrow. The Weasleys have invited you to play there.
Of course, Sirius Black could move in if he wanted, and they built him a small house too.
Also, I need to take care of something on my way to the Burial Ground, and it would be even better if I could get your help.
We will meet in person to discuss the details.
If you would like, please give the reply to this owl to carry back. Love, Albus Dumbledore.
Harry knew the letter by heart. He was willing to go to the Burrow.
Because the Dursleys kept mentioning Darren, he simply couldn't come up with any more reason why Darren hadn't written them a letter while hospitalized.
For more than a month, he has been suffering every day.
And to this day, he still hasn't been able to tell anyone in the Dursleys that Darren died.
He can never come back, and there's nothing he can do to send them any more letters or buy them any gifts.
Dumbledore's letter saved him.
He sent the most affirmative answer via owl.
He packed up all his things, except for Darren's. He put them away and then put them out again.
He always felt that if he left Darren's things outside, Darren would have to come back and clean them up himself.
He knew it was wishful thinking.
But this was the only method he had. Finally.
The alarm clock struck eleven with five minutes to spare. Harry's alarm went off. Harry jumped up.
Hedwig let out an annoyed sound.
He quickly looked at the kitten in the corner, and when he found that almost every single cat food in front of the kitten was still there, he showed a sorrowful expression.
"Lez, eat some cat food. Darren... is gone. I can't let you starve to death too. Be good... eat some!"
Harry shoved a handful of cat food into Lez's mouth. It barely struggled.
If Harry forced it to eat, it would. But it seemed to have died along with Darren. It had lost all its lively movements. It sat there listlessly, as if waiting to die. As Harry fed it, it began to sob.