Chapter 108

"I'm fine, Brother!"

Darren looked at Harry's expression, quickly shook his head, and stood up with effort.

"Brother, I'm fine!"

He declared again.

Harry's lips trembled; he even wanted to reprimand Darren. This guy said he was reckless, but this guy was even more reckless than him. Sure enough, the Sorting Hat was intentional back then.

Darren's personality didn't look like Slytherin at all. However, his thoughts strangely overlapped with the Sorting Hat.

If only Darren could learn some of Slytherin's cunning, that would be great.

That way, he wouldn't always have to worry about Darren getting himself into trouble one day to save someone.

"Darren, thank you!"

Ron said gratefully, and Darren finally escaped Harry's death glare. He quickly shook his head and said, "Don't say that. You and Hermione entered this dangerous place for Brother and me. I can't let you fall into danger for us.

Brother, Ron, Hermione, I have the ability to save people, and I like saving people.

Even if one day I die to save others, you should feel happy for me, because I will never regret it!"

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100] [Ding, Saintly Father Value +100] [Ding, Saintly Father Value +100] [Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

Four full-value Saintly Father Value notifications proved the emotion of everyone present.

Darren was happy for a moment; these four Saintly Father Value notifications clearly replenished some of his energy, at least supplementing the deficit from using Obscurus twice just now.

"Alright, be happy. I won't really die; I have a sense of proportion!"

Darren comforted them.

However, they all ignored Darren's words. Sense of proportion?

Did Darren have such a thing?

This guy always thought about taking the burden for others as soon as he saw danger. He was so kind that they couldn't bear to reproach him.

"Alright, let's continue moving forward!"

Harry broke the silence and pulled Darren forward. His heart was filled with a mixture of emotion and pride, guilt and sadness. Emotion and pride for Darren's kindness.

Sadness and guilt for why he didn't know about Darren's existence earlier.

Maybe he could have found him earlier and not let him become so kind! Harry thought, pushing open the door in front of him.

Then a foul stench rushed to his forehead. Darren was also moved to tears by the smell.

He saw a troll lying on the ground with a bloody bump on its head. He didn't know if it was dead or unconscious.

"Let's go quickly, I can't stand it anymore!"

Ron said, covering his nose.

They quickly ran out of this room and rushed to the next room.

They originally thought there would be something terrifying waiting for them in this room. Who knew that when they opened the door, they saw seven bottles of potion placed on the table.

"It should be Snape's magic."

Harry said through gritted teeth.

He noticed Darren was hesitant to speak, clearly wanting to remind him that it was a professor. But he still didn't say it.

Harry sighed; he knew this was Darren's kindness and politeness at work.

But having reached this point, he couldn't possibly have even a little bit of respect for Snape.

The four of them stepped into this room.

When the last person entered, a fire rose on both sides of the room.

The difference was that the fire in front was black, and the fire behind was purple.

They were trapped in the middle.

"Look!"

Hermione held up a piece of parchment and read aloud: Danger is in front, safety is behind.

Two of us can help you.

The fourth, the second on the left, and the second on the right.

Although the potions are different, the taste is the same. Hermione revealed a smile.

She looked at Darren.

Darren laughed and said gently, "If I'm not mistaken, the smallest bottle can pass through the black fire, and the round bottle on the far right can go back."

"Excellent, when you said the answer, I had already calculated it. That's it!"

Hermione said with admiration.

She still needed to think for a while, but Darren had already given the answer.

"You guys don't need to praise each other here. Why don't you think about what we should do?

Haven't you seen it? This smallest bottle only has one mouthful, it's impossible for us all to go in."

Ron interrupted their conversation and said anxiously.

Hermione rolled her eyes and was about to say something when she saw Harry pick up the small bottle and say earnestly, "You guys stop here! I'm going in to deal with him alone!"

He drank the potion in one gulp.

Then he looked at the round bottle and said:

"That one seems to only have enough for two people. You two choose two people to go out and quickly report to the professors. Snape must have already arrived.

Oh, Darren, don't look at me like that. I am the older brother; I can't always let you protect me.

You said, I am going to save the world, so the next journey, I should face it alone!"

Harry said with a smile.

The potion had been drunk by him, so no matter how anxious Darren was, he could only wait for him to come out, rather than follow him to take risks!

Thinking of this, Harry felt relieved.

He passed through the fire and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Hermione, Ron, you guys drink the potion in this round bottle, and then find the professors.

I want to wait here for Brother. If there is danger, maybe I can save Brother as soon as possible. You know I'm very powerful!"

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

Darren noticed that this time there were only two Saintly Father Value notifications.

Clearly, even Dumbledore felt he couldn't go in, so he followed Harry in.

"Alright, then Darren, don't worry, Harry will definitely be fine!"

Hermione comforted Darren and shared the potion in the round bottle with Ron.

"Hermione, why are you in such a hurry? Run slower!"

"What if Harry and Darren are in danger? Ron, run faster. Or you can run slowly, and I'll go find the professors myself!"

After they passed through the fire, Darren could still vaguely hear their conversation. Hearing this, he almost laughed out loud.

"Hermione and Her Two Good Sons"

He just wanted to mock out loud, but suddenly thought, wouldn't he have become one of them now?

No, no, that's the original work, this is fanfiction, it's different, it's different!

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