Chapter 113

His cub had not yet fully grown, and there would always be people wanting to use him.

When Voldemort forced Quirrell to crawl down and drink blood, he saw Harry Potter—this was Dumbledore’s savior.

He was actually so frightened by the Dark Lord’s appearance that he couldn't move. He was even a bit disappointed.

He had observed this brat for nearly a whole year; his aptitude wasn't too bad, but—he definitely couldn't be counted as a genius.

He had some attainments in Dark Magic, but he needed to practice for a long time to release a simple spell.

This brat, he really hadn't discovered anything other than Quidditch that gave him the possibility of defeating him.

His cub could easily thrash this guy.

Voldemort showed a mocking expression toward Harry Potter. He even felt it was too ridiculous.

Dumbledore was senile, actually intending to train such a child to kill him?

Pfft! Voldemort scoffed.

Then he saw a pair of old and wise blue eyes. Dumbledore!

Was Dumbledore going to kill him at this moment? Voldemort became vigilant.

Then he was kicked by a centaur, and that centaur took Harry Potter away right in front of him.

Dumbledore, that insidious wizard!

He styled himself a white wizard, but according to the things he had investigated, Dumbledore was not what people saw.

The first generation Dark Lord had a lot to do with Dumbledore, and as far as he knew, Dumbledore also had an improper relationship with Grindelwald.

Such a Dumbledore had the nerve to be called the most powerful white wizard in the world.

Heh.

Voldemort almost laughed at this joke. However, he quickly left the spot.

He looked back at the direction where Dumbledore was, then left quickly. It was just such a coincidence that he met Darren again.

He almost thought again that this was Dumbledore’s probing, but fortunately, this should just be an encounter without any calculation.

So he pushed Darren aside. Prepared to continue moving forward and leave.

But after thinking about it, he still put on a show of fighting that stupid giant, destroyed a crossbow, and quickly left the place.

Hopefully, this would make Dumbledore dispel his suspicions about him.

So that Darren wouldn't one day become someone Dumbledore could use to threaten him.

In the days that followed, he rarely paid attention to Darren; he began to think of ways every day to obtain the Sorcerer's Stone and how to possess powerful energy.

It wasn't until Darren crossed the fire that he truly faced his cub for the first time.

A very pure bloodline; he was his seed.

He looked very much like Lily; one could say he was a carbon copy of that woman.

Although he considered himself very handsome, Darren appeared even more handsome, and even carried an affinity that made people like him involuntarily.

When this child stood with Harry Potter, a sense of pride welled up in Voldemort.

To pave the way for Darren, he took the opportunity to make Darren spit out his trust in Snape.

To make Harry Potter give him the Sorcerer's Stone, he deliberately pretended to torture Darren. He thought he would definitely be able to leave smoothly with the Sorcerer's Stone.

Who knew everything would come to nothing.

Detestable Dumbledore, he would definitely kill Dumbledore and return to the peak of wizardry.

This old wizard who made him lose all face in front of his cub! When Darren woke up again, he was in the hospital wing.

The table next to him was piled with a large stack of candies. The sunset outside the window shone in through the glass.

The red sun looked extremely warm and beautiful.

"Right, you also think this scene is beautiful, don't you?"

Dumbledore.

Darren turned his head, a pair of spectacle lenses flashing above him.

"My child, you finally woke up; if you didn't wake up, you would miss the Hogwarts feast."

Feast? Darren rubbed his head.

It seemed that the day he had the adventure with Harry, the feast was still four or five days away...

"Yes, yes, my child, you don't need to calculate anymore; you slept for a full four days and more, and tonight is the feast."

"Four days and more!"

Darren exclaimed in shock.

At the time, after seeing Harry get knocked down by Voldemort’s retaliatory strike, he hurriedly pretended to faint.

As a result, as soon as Snape came over, he fed him a bottle of potion, and then he slept until now.

Sure enough.

Snape must have put sleeping pills in the potion he gave him, right?

He hurriedly suppressed this unlikely thought. After all, this was something he shouldn't know.

So he hurriedly asked anxiously: "Brother, Headmaster Dumbledore, my brother..."

[Ding, Saint Father value +80]

"Rest assured, child, calm down, Harry is of course fine; he woke up yesterday morning..."

"Originally he wanted to stay with you, but I thought you wouldn't want him to miss this feast, so I let him go."

Dumbledore said with a comforting smile. Darren finally felt relieved; he showed a happy smile, and his pure face made Dumbledore feel much better.

He said happily: "Good child, I am very glad you are still alive; when Hermione told me the truth and I rushed over, I thought you and Harry were both dead..."

"You know, Severus was particularly angry about this, and the other Slytherin students were also very angry."

"They are considering giving you the punishment from last time once you wake up."

Dumbledore smiled and winked at Darren.

Clearly, this headmaster was telling Darren that he knew about Becky cheating last time.

So Darren scratched his hair embarrassedly, putting on a full display of a guilty conscience.

"Oh, my child, you are always so kind, but we cannot remain unchanged."

"As long as we possess... love, this beautiful quality, then even Slytherin will become likable!"

Dumbledore said comfortingly.

Darren finally became happy again.

However, at this moment, he noticed he was still lying down facing Dumbledore.

This was too impolite and didn't fit his persona. So he hurriedly climbed up.

Huh. Full of energy.

There wasn't a single uncomfortable spot on his whole body.

He didn't know if it was the effect of Snape’s potion or the effect of the Cruciatus Curse Voldemort gave him.

Anyway, now it looked like he had just had a wonderful sleep.

"I am very guilty, child; I cannot tell you the reason, but please allow me to say sorry... child, this is my fault..."