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He immediately began to struggle.
The spells rained down on Darren without restraint.
Although there are no deadly spells, it would definitely render Darren instantly incapacitated.
There is even a lot of black magic.
Darren had dodged everything he could, and the system had disguised the rest, making it seem as if he had been hit with many wounds.
This earned him another large amount of "Holy Father Points".
Voldemort shoved him away.
He healed his own wounds with his wand.
Darren was covered in blood, but he still rushed to Harry's side while Voldemort was healing his wounds.
Then he used his teeth to bite through the ropes binding Harry.
His blood soaked through his robe.
Every movement felt like torture.
Voldemort looked at him in shock and anger.
He never imagined that Darren was prepared to do something so reckless.
"You've lost your grip!"
"Collapse!"
"There are many obstacles!"
Voldemort chanted several spells at Harry.
They seemed to be trying to stop Harry.
But Darren pounced on Harry.
He blocked the spell.
He escorted Harry towards the Quidditch trophy.
After Harry touched the trophy, he finally collapsed to the ground in relief.
But he still managed a weak smile at Harry and said, "Run, brother...run!"
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
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"Darren, Darren!"
Harry screamed wildly.
He tried his best to pull Darren up, but he didn't have much strength left.
He had difficulty even standing still.
He grabbed the Quidditch trophy, but the trophy didn't react at all.
It will likely take a while for it to recover!
Voldemort walked over from a distance with a cold laugh.
He stared at Darren, who lay motionless on the ground, and angrily exhaled several breaths of air.
"Dumbledore really raised a good dog for you... I knew it... You guys are really going too far!"
"What great white wizard? He's nothing but a brainwashing scoundrel who created this stupid, despicable Darren!"
"You're not allowed to talk about him like that! You're not allowed to talk about my brother like that!"
Harry glared angrily at Voldemort.
Voldemort laughed heartily.
"Brother? I think he's just a dog Dumbledore raised for you... Ah!"
Harry, imitating Darren, bit Voldemort's ankle.
Voldemort kicked him away.
"Useless trash, only capable of this kind of Muggle-like approach!"
He roared angrily.
Then he looked at the insect's tail.
Wormtail was slumped on the ground, trembling, afraid of being seen by Voldemort.
However, he was still discovered by Voldemort.
He roared, "What are you doing there? Get Darren Potter under control right now! I want him to watch me kill Harry Potter sober!"
Harry looked up in disbelief.
He would rather Voldemort kill him right now than let Darren watch him die in a conscious state!
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"Master, Master, my hand is broken..."
The insect's tail cried out.
It was only then that Voldemort realized that the insect tail was missing a hand.
"Hands out!"
Voldemort said coldly.
The severed hand extended from the insect's tail.
"Thank you, Master, thank you..."
"Useless trash, that hand!"
Voldemort cursed angrily.
In despair, the insect tail retracted its severed hand.
He stretched out his good arm.
Voldemort tore open the sleeve of the insect tail.
Harry was horrified to see a hideous and terrifying black scar on Wormtail's arm.
It's the Black Magic symbol from the Quidditch World Cup.
Voldemort placed his fingers on the arm of the insect's tail.
Harry's scar throbbed with pain again.
The insect's tail also let out a mournful cry.
"After experiencing it again, I wonder how many people will be willing to come!"
He started circling between Harry and Wormtail.
He would also occasionally cast two healing spells on Darren.
However, it didn't have much effect.
This made Voldemort's gaze towards Harry even colder.
"If Darren Potter dies today, then Harry Potter, you need to remember that you're the one who killed him!"
Harry glared at Voldemort with hatred.
He was suppressing a deep anger.
If he could, he would love to kill Voldemort.
Just like Darren, tear his throat open!
"You hate me? That's a funny thing. You hate me, but I hate you too."
Family love is something I can never have.
Dumbledore said love is the greatest thing, but you have never given even a little bit of love to anyone; it's all calculation!
You're plotting to turn someone into a dog, a good dog that serves only you, Harry Potter, aren't you?
"You're talking nonsense! He's not a dog, he's my brother!"
Harry clenched his fist.
He secretly examined the Quidditch Trophy, then grasped Darren's hand. As soon as the Quidditch Trophy was usable, they could teleport back immediately.
But his heart grew colder and colder.