Chapter 1125: Mutual Dislike!!

Harry felt he wasn't wrong.

His argument with Seamus was not a problem.

But inevitably, an angry and painful expression appeared in his heart.

This gaze of being misunderstood and disliked filled the eyes of most Gryffindor classmates.

He didn't even dare to imagine, if Gryffindor thought of him this way, how would Slytherin treat Darren?

Was Darren being insulted by those people together? He didn't sleep well all night.

First, he dreamed of the scene where Darren was insulted by those people.

Then he dreamed of Darren being taken to the Forbidden Forest by those people, and Voldemort torturing him severely.

Finally, his dream returned to a mysterious corridor. There seemed to be some treasure there.

Tempting him to walk toward it.

It wasn't until Ron called him that Harry realized he had been dreaming all night.

Harry's complexion was truly a bit ugly the next day.

He had originally thought Darren would be the same, but he found Darren's face was rosy and glowing.

He was walking toward them with a face full of smiles.

"Darren must have cast a refreshing spell on himself; I heard Fred and the others say they overheard Dumbledore and the others talking.

It is said that Darren had been using this spell throughout the summer vacation, and he only stopped after the house-elves discovered it.

Or rather, he used it more covertly.

I knew it, how could Darren have slept so well last night?

It must be that he suffered devastation, or didn't sleep all night, which made him cast this spell on himself again!"

Harry said worriedly.

However, after Darren approached, he quickly shut his mouth. He began to ask Darren about what happened last night.

Darren honestly told them that after he went back, Snape chose the fifth years to start selecting prefects.

He didn't participate and went straight back to sleep.

But after he finished speaking, Harry and the others showed expressions of disbelief and worry.

Because they had just heard a sixth-year Slytherin student get scolded to pieces by Snape because he didn't want to participate in the prefect tryouts.

It is said that the student even cried.

Darren said he didn't have to participate; how was that possible?

They suspected that Darren might have suffered inhumane torture. But he was unwilling to tell them.

Harry and the others were filled with anger and unease.

But in the end, they could only think about telling Black about this as soon as possible.

Let him ask Dumbledore to see if there was any way to get Darren out of Slytherin.

If this continued, they suspected that Darren would definitely be tortured into madness! Darren, of course, didn't know what they were thinking.

He was dealing with a beef patty.

This was something he hadn't eaten at Slytherin. Because there were only buns there.

He planned to find a time to tell the house-elves.

He wasn't a bun spirit; he didn't need buns for every meal.

"Look at today's class schedule, what bad luck; I really hope Fred and George research the Skiving Snackboxes soon, so I don't have to attend these kinds of classes!"

At this time, Ron received the Gryffindor class schedule.

History of Magic, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and their hated Divination class.

It was simply the four professors they hated most gathered together.

"A prefect actually wants to skip class!"

Fred mocked Ron.

Ron wanted to shove his class schedule under his nose to let him see how unlucky they were, but he refused.

"Stay away from me, Ron; you tore up the Skiving Snackboxes notice we put up in the common room!"

"I tore it up!"

Hermione turned her head seriously.

Just now she was pouring juice for Darren.

But hearing Fred's words, she glared at them sharply.

"You are not allowed to hang those things in the common room, otherwise, otherwise I will tell Mrs. Weasley!"

Fred and George were scared away.

Only then did Hermione wrap a beef patty in parchment and hand it to Darren.

"Let's go, eat on the way; I see the food on the other tables is starting to disappear."

Hermione stood up. Darren nodded.

While eating, he looked toward the Slytherin side.

He said vigilantly: "Hmm, fortunately they aren't there, otherwise they would make me copy the house rules!"

Harry and the others showed expressions of sympathy and sorrow. ===== CHAPTER 1127 =====