Chapter 114: The Arrogant Slytherins!!

Dumbledore’s blue eyes were filled with guilt.

Darren knew it was because he didn't stand up when Voldemort was using the Cruciatus Curse on him.

It was indeed quite excessive.

However, he certainly couldn't know Dumbledore’s meaning now, so he thought for a moment, then nodded gently and said: "I forgive you, if you want to hear those words..."

[Ding, Saint Father value +100]

"No, no, no, I don't want to hear those words; you don't need to forgive me, child; this is my mistake, and also my selfishness..."

"It is that I was too prejudiced against you, child."

Dumbledore said heavily.

He didn't even dare to imagine what the consequences would have been if Darren had really died from the Cruciatus Curse.

But he really couldn't stop it; this was also the scene Harry would have to face in the future. It was also Harry’s destiny.

Not every time could he happen to be standing behind the two brothers.

Voldemort would treat Harry as an enemy and would also treat Darren as someone threatening Harry.

They had to become strong themselves. They would eventually have to face all this themselves. Even if this was something he couldn't bear to see.

Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and returned to his previous cheerfulness.

"Then, let's talk about happy things!"

"You and Harry are both fine, this is fantastic; as for the Sorcerer's Stone... oh, my child, it wasn't lost; it has been destroyed by me..."

Darren felt grief in his heart.

He had originally wanted to steal it, but who knew Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Snape were all there.

No chance to make a move. Heartache.

"Mr. Nicolas Flamel... will he craft another Sorcerer's Stone?"

Darren asked tangledly.

Dumbledore was stunned. He hurriedly explained: "Brother is always worried that the money in our vault isn't enough to spend; if there could be a Sorcerer's Stone, I could create lots and lots of gold for brother..."

"Of course, the Sorcerer's Stone is Mr. Nicolas Flamel’s; I was just asking..."

[Ding, Saint Father value +100]

He smiled embarrassedly, looking a bit guilty.

Clearly feeling that asking whether the Sorcerer's Stone could be crafted again just now was a bit bad.

However, Dumbledore wasn't angry at all.

He shook his head with a smile, originally wanting to say that Mr. Nicolas Flamel would go on an adventurous journey, but looking at Darren, he changed his phrasing and said: "Whether the Sorcerer's Stone is crafted again needs to be decided by Nicolas and the others themselves."

"However, if they do craft it, I think they might agree to conjure a large piece of gold for you; after all, you and Harry helped them so much."

Dumbledore said jokingly.

Darren hurriedly shook his head, refusing this proposal.

"No, no, we can't take it; I was joking just now; such a precious thing as the Sorcerer's Stone is too wasteful even if it can craft gold..."

"Paqi said it is already doing a lot of business; it said it can definitely support me and Harry until we are adults!"

Darren said happily.

Dumbledore shook his head amusedly.

He picked up the toffee next to Darren’s table, opened one, and popped it into his mouth.

"Mm, sent by your admirers and your friends... not just these, there is a big pile that Madam Pomfrey put away."

"She said it's not good for you to eat too much candy and is preparing to give it to you next time you are hospitalized."

Ah, this.

Should he get a hospital wing package? Forget it, forget it, he didn't want to be hospitalized again.

Slept for nearly five days, fifteen temporary tasks were gone.

"Don't want to be hospitalized, then you have to be quieter; I heard Severus is preparing to give you detention."

"According to what he said when he was angry, he wants to keep you in detention until graduation to suppress your exuberant heart for adventure."

Dumbledore looked at Darren’s shocked, wide-open mouth with a smile. He laughed out loud.

"Alright, child, that's all; if you want to know more, you can go ask Harry; I told him many things..."

"Also, you and Harry will live at your Aunt Petunia’s house for the summer; she is your only relative."

Dumbledore sighed. His tone was a bit weary.

He took the opportunity to touch a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean, then hurriedly spat it out and said: "Pah! Stinky tofu flavor; the Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans produced recently have even stranger flavors."

Darren blinked, suddenly thinking of something.

It seemed Paqi said last time that he had acquired a portion of the shares of the Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean factory...

Asked him if there were any flavors he liked.

He had let Paqi try Chinese food. Could it be that it was added at that time?

Darren clicked his tongue, feeling that perhaps in the future, fans of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans might taste more flavors.

"By the way, child, if I were you, I would hurry and change clothes to go to the Great Hall; the feast will start there in ten minutes, and you wouldn't want to miss this feast, would you?"

"Quietly, Madam Pomfrey isn't here... I also saw she wasn't here, so I hurried in; I didn't expect to catch you waking up; I am truly lucky..."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took another Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean and threw it into his mouth; this time he showed a smile.

Ten minutes later.

Darren appeared neatly at the Slytherin table.

Sitting on his right was Malfoy, who looked at Darren as if he were looking at a rare animal.

On the left was Cassandra.

This Ms. Vole’s expression was very cold, and she even glared at Darren.

Darren suspected that if this weren't a public place, this girl would probably cast a few spells on him to teach him a lesson.

The gazes of the other Slytherins were even more arrogant, and they even shot cold knives at him.

Although no one spoke, the atmosphere was created perfectly.

Until Becky walked over from the front, walking to his front as if she were furious.

"Hmph, the punishment this time will be forgotten; I don't know why, but the voting machine for whether to punish you in Slytherin House is broken."

"It broke many times; every time it was fixed, it broke two or three minutes later, and I can't find who did it."

"I checked, and many spells were cast on it; I swear this was a group crime; if I find out, I will definitely give them each a Cruciatus Curse!"

Becky said angrily, looking at the students on the Slytherin table one by one.

These people turned their heads silently, either looking at the sky or the ground, just not making eye contact with her.

"Hmph, if I find out who it is..."

She said threateningly, then winked at Darren and returned to her chair.

"Ah, what a beautiful night!"

Dumbledore shouted loudly on the stage.