Chapter 1122

Just as they were about to get off the carriage, she suddenly whispered: "Be careful, you must be careful from now on. He has returned, Slytherin is no longer safe!"

Darren was just about to say something grateful when he saw Cassandra jump off the carriage quickly and leave as if nothing had happened.

The Great Hall was brightly lit by candlelight. Everyone was talking loudly about something.

As if the events of last year were of no concern to them at all.

But when Darren walked into the Great Hall, it fell quietly silent for a moment. Then it returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

He pretended not to notice this and walked to his seat in Slytherin. When Malfoy saw him arrive, he grinned and said to Crabbe and Goyle: "That big oaf didn't come; maybe Hogwarts fired him.

I think if my father hears this news, he will be very happy!"

Darren ignored him. He looked toward Dumbledore's side, at the witch wearing pink clothes. Umbridge.

She might have sensed Darren's gaze.

Umbridge picked up her goblet and looked at him. Then Umbridge smiled. She drained her goblet in one gulp.

She gave Darren a haughty nod.

Only then did Darren remember he had one more reward: Umbridge's Delusion. Umbridge would treat him as one of her own.

Hmm.

Very good.

He achieved Umbridge-freedom in his second year? But he was immediately disgusted by himself.

Thinking of Umbridge's toad-like face, her sagging eyelids, and a pair of eyes like a toad's bulging eyes.

He felt that just having one Umbridge was disgusting enough.

"Ha, my father said Umbridge has a pretty good relationship with him; I think Umbridge was just greeting me!"

Malfoy's smug laughter made Darren almost roll his eyes. But Malfoy's excuse was good.

At least no one would think that he knew Umbridge. Even though Umbridge had once put him on trial.

Darren smiled.

Then he saw Professor McGonagall leading a group of first-year students in from outside.

The group of new students looked uneasy, their faces full of worry and fear. Darren thought that when he was a first-year, his face must have had the same expression—but then he remembered that he had been faking it back then.

Perhaps only others had enjoyed this fear filled with the unknown. He had lost his fear, and he had also lost his worries!

Darren almost laughed out loud.

Then he heard the Sorting Hat start to sing. "Long ago, I was a new hat, back when Hogwarts wasn't built yet, the four founders of this noble school, we must be closely connected inside, otherwise everything will crumble from within, I have already told you plainly, now let us begin the sorting!" The Sorting Hat's voice stopped.

Darren noticed that the students in the Great Hall were beginning to be filled with unease.

Clearly, they were starting to recall the things that happened last year again.

Even Malfoy had become full of unease now. But he still stubbornly wore an arrogant expression.

In this situation, a child of the Malfoy family could not show weakness; this must be the aristocratic education.

The Slytherin students all maintained blank expressions. Regardless of whether their hands were shaking or not.

This situation lasted until the sorting ceremony was over, and only then did Darren notice that everyone's complexion looked much better.

And at this time, Dumbledore also stood up.

He laughed loudly and said: "In any case, I hope everyone can be well-fed before what I have to say next.

Now, begin! Enjoy your dinner to your heart's content!"

Darren was just about to laugh when he suddenly turned his head, and the steamed bun on the plate in front of him poked his nose.

He seemed to see the expectant eyes of those house-elves.

It was probably for him to finish this mountain-high pile of buns! Darren suddenly felt that buns were just so-so...