Chapter 1097

Harry's face turned pale. He even wanted to take a deep breath.

But under Darren's gaze, he still hurriedly said: "Nothing, just telling you to go eat, Mrs. Weasley is calling us."

After he finished speaking, he looked like he was about to cry, and hurriedly left. Leaving Darren looking at his back in a daze.

He suspected Harry had misunderstood something. But he had no evidence.

So he looked at Sirius. Black squeezed out a smile.

"Darren, welcome here, perhaps this is the first time you've seen me since coming here, but I've already seen you several times."

Darren nodded obediently. There was no intention of refuting at all.

After all, this was a very normal thing; he had come here on the first day, brought by Dumbledore, and then slept.

The second day he was even hit with a Stupefy spell.

Until the third day, which was today, he was truly wandering around the room, so it was normal for Black to have seen him several times.

But he didn't know what he had said wrong, but compared to Harry, Black's face was even paler.

He wanted to say something, but in the end, he held back.

"Go eat! Molly and the others are waiting for you."

Black finally said.

Darren could only nod, and then walk toward the dining room. The dining room was full of people.

Before Darren went over, they were all worriedly talking about something.

Darren originally wanted to listen secretly, but in the hallway, Black cleared his throat, as if reminding those people that he was coming.

Then the whole room fell silent. Darren was completely speechless.

He was now starting to suspect, did he really have some kind of big illness? Were these people discussing his condition behind his back?

But he really felt that after waking up, he hadn't done anything out of line! He was afraid these people would be driven to nervous breakdown by him, so he was definitely behaving himself today!

Fortunately.

Perhaps they also sensed something unusual.

Mrs. Weasley hurriedly stood up and said: "Oh, Darren, sit down quickly, we were just waiting for you, have some stew, it was made by Fleur!"

She laughed lightly.

Only then did Darren see Fleur.

She was sitting next to an empty seat without any makeup, waving at him, signaling him to sit over.

"Shouldn't you be in France?"

Darren showed a confused expression.

As if he didn't know at all that Fleur had returned here to work.

"I'm working at your Ministry of Magic now, Headmaster Dumbledore provided me with some help... um, you try this!"

Fleur ladled some soup for him.

Darren tasted it and thought it tasted great.

He praised it, then lowered his head and drank. Only then did the dining table become lively again. Fred and George were talking about Extendable Ears. Harry was secretly discussing him with Hermione.

He listened intently.

"Just now Darren was just staring blankly at that portrait, you all know how ugly Mrs. Black was cursing, but he acted as if he couldn't hear it.

I called him several times, and finally tapped him on the shoulder, only then did he react, I almost thought he was going to break down."

Uh. Alright.

He was researching how to cast magic on the portrait at that time. Without destroying them, making them shut up.

Forgot about this.

"Who says it isn't? Just now their wands were all ready!"

This was Ron's voice. Darren clicked his tongue.

Good grief. These people really still wanted to sneak attack him?

This time he wasn't planning to be sneak attacked.

A group of people actually wanted 5000 Fatherly Value, more than what Dumbledore wanted.

"This can't go on, I don't know who the psychologist Dumbledore found will be."

Harry whispered.

"Muggle psychologists are actually useless for Darren, he can deceive those people, I suspect he secretly modified those people's memories, don't underestimate him, he can do it!"

This was Hermione's voice.

Even at this time, she was as always declaring Darren's strength.

"No one doubts he can't do it, it's just that he can't always be like this, I now dream of him going to find Voldemort to die together!"

Alright. Darren felt helpless.

So it was because he acted too much like it that day! Now they were startled by every bird and bow.

"Darren, Darren, are you alright?"

It was Tonks.

She called Darren's name worriedly.

It seemed she noticed he hadn't eaten just now and thought he was going to break down.

Because of Tonks's words, the people at the dining table all stopped talking. They looked at him in unison.

Darren was completely speechless.

But he still politely said: "I'm fine, very fine..."

He was now looking forward to the psychologist Dumbledore mentioned arriving quickly, so he would have an excuse to get better.

He had pretended to be so serious before, just thinking that Dumbledore would erase his memories.

But who knew Dumbledore didn't choose to do that, but chose a psychologist to treat him.

And had to wait until school started to appear. This was really... speechless to the extreme.

He couldn't just say he was better now, right?

And whatever he said, these people probably wouldn't believe it. A miscalculation.

However, after Darren stuffed a piece of sausage into his mouth, he decided to forget this miserable matter.

Because the food was really delicious!

The feeling of finally being able to eat a meal after so much trouble was just so happy.

Of course, this happiness became double happiness after Dumbledore appeared with someone.

A psychologist. Alright!

He really hadn't expected that the psychologist Dumbledore mentioned referred to her. Luna Lovegood's...

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