Chapter 1144

He looked forward to seeing Ron's figure.

But there were figures everywhere, he couldn't distinguish at all which one was Ron.

But even so, it was better than sitting here thinking of nothing, watching himself bleed.

Harry thought about how Ron's tryouts were going.

Then he thought about Darren's recent situation. Darren had been a bit wrong lately.

The time Darren came out of Snape's office was getting earlier and earlier. But the number of times he showed exhaustion and self-doubt on his face was increasing.

Even several times, he heard Darren muttering to himself in a low voice, as if saying things like Snape wasn't that kind of person.

Mentioning these, Harry felt he might know something.

Because Darren had told him before that Snape said bad things about him and Headmaster Dumbledore...

But Harry felt, wasn't this very normal?

Snape had always been unhappy with him, it was normal to say bad things about him. It was also possible for Snape to say bad things about Dumbledore.

Because Snape had once complained about Dumbledore to Fudge.

Angry that Dumbledore gave him so many privileges.

These things, hadn't Darren always thought they were normal before? How did he suddenly become worried?

Harry felt puzzled, but also felt that this matter must be asked clearly early.

In any case, he wasn't at ease letting Darren live in such worry.

Harry thought while using the quill to write on the paper: I must not tell lies.

I must not tell lies. I must not tell lies.

The parchment was dyed red by the blood left from the back of his hand. Half an hour later.

Umbridge finally walked behind Harry.

"Let me see, have you understood this sentence thoroughly?"

Umbridge pressed on Harry's wound with her hand.

She even pulled the scratch on Harry's wound open a bit. Hiss!

Harry couldn't help but make a sound. It wasn't because Umbridge hurt him.

But because, his scar felt extremely painful after Umbridge put her hand on it.

Just like every time Voldemort approached him.

"Very painful? It seems, this time gave you a profound lesson!"

Umbridge laughed.

She might have thought that Harry had given in.

"Very good, it seems Mr. Potter, your punishment this time can end, I gave you a very great lesson."

Umbridge laughed. Then she stepped back one step. Giving way to a passage.

Harry left through that passage.

He said nothing. Pretending he hadn't felt anything.

In fact, he was extremely nervous inside.

Umbridge... could she be a Death Eater in disguise? He walked with a straight face all the way to the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Mimbulus mimbletonia."

He entered the common room.

The common room was lively.

Harry saw Ron laughing and holding a glass of butterbeer. Seeing him come in, he immediately shoved a bottle to him.

"I passed, I really passed Harry, I became the Gryffindor Keeper!"

He shouted loudly.

Harry endured the nervousness in his heart and congratulated him a few times.

Then he asked worriedly: "Where are Darren and Hermione?"

"They are over there!"

Fred pointed to the side of the fireplace.

Darren was holding a cup of butterbeer. Sleeping soundly on the table.

Hermione was carefully taking the cup out of his hand. She draped a piece of clothing over Darren.

She complained in a low voice: "Earlier Ron said he was successfully selected, everyone was very happy, so Fred and the others brought butterbeer, they got Darren drunk."

"But he is really too sleepy."

"Yeah, his dark circles are too heavy, we don't know how long he hasn't slept well."

Fred and George said helplessly in a low voice. Hermione sighed.

"So, I didn't stop you, I was just thinking, there are better ways to make him sleep, no need to force-feed him alcohol."

"But, he won't drink anything else!"

"We sent him sleeping candy, he saw through it with one look!"

Fred and George said frustratedly.

"I said, don't take your little tricks to others, what if you make someone sick?"

Hermione became angry.

"We have experimented on ourselves many times, there is absolutely no problem, besides, we just wanted Darren to give some opinions!"

"That's right, Darren said our ideas and creativity were very good, but he didn't want to fall into a coma, so he refused the candy."

Fred and George explained to Hermione indignantly.

Because Hermione said that if they didn't listen to her requirements, she would tell Mrs. Weasley what they had done.

They didn't dare to provoke her.

"That's still..."

Hermione was still wanting to say something.

Fred and George pushed her to look at Darren.

"Don't always stare at us, stare at your Darren, there are already girls eyeing him!"

Hermione turned her head in a hurry.

Sure enough, there were already girls starting to walk toward Darren. Seeming to want to sit with Darren.

She walked over with a straight face.

Sat next to Darren, making that girl leave indignantly. Harry watched all this, he rubbed his temples.

He grabbed Ron, and said in a low voice: "Go to Hermione and Darren, while Darren hasn't woken up, I want to tell you something!"