Chapter 1157

She listened to the lesson quietly, then took her leave.

However, Umbridge's docility disappeared again in the Care of Magical Creatures class.

She kept asking Professor Grubbly-Plank about Hagrid's whereabouts. Professor Grubbly-Plank naturally wouldn't tell her.

So she simply stated that she didn't know. But Umbridge was very angry.

She again asked Professor Grubbly-Plank to state that Dumbledore was not a good person, or at least not a good headmaster.

After Professor Grubbly-Plank said she admired Dumbledore, she wrote several more notes in her notebook.

Of course, she also asked Grubbly-Plank about Harry's situation. She wanted her to say whether Harry was mentally ill.

But Grubbly-Plank wasn't a fool either.

She said unhappily, "If you want to know if Potter's brain has problems, go to the hospital wing and ask; I'm not responsible for that."

Umbridge was enraged.

She glared at Professor Grubbly-Plank, then told her to wait for the results within ten days.

Then she walked around in Professor Grubbly-Plank's Care of Magical Creatures class, asking the students how the course was.

Everyone said it was pretty good.

Only Malfoy showed a wronged expression.

He said he had been injured in the Care of Magical Creatures class. Darren hadn't had a chance to say anything yet.

Harry had already said angrily, "That's because you didn't listen to Hagrid!"

"Very well, det..."

Umbridge was just about to tell Harry he was in detention. Then she saw Darren.

They stared at each other.

Nothing remained... but disgust.

Whether it was Umbridge or Darren, they both felt extremely disgusted. Especially Umbridge; she found that although she had punished Darren.

She didn't know why, but she just felt dizzy, disgusted, and nauseous whenever she saw Darren.

She suspected that Darren had cast some dark magic on her. After all, Darren was definitely capable of doing that.

But she had no evidence, so she could only endure it.

"Hmph!"

When Umbridge left the area and headed toward the castle, Hermione glared fiercely at Harry.

That afternoon.

Hermione made Harry and Ron do their homework.

For once, she didn't force them to do it themselves, but agreed to let them copy Darren's homework.

This made Harry and Ron feel extremely creeped out.

But they still tried hard and finished their homework quickly.

And when they finished, Hermione finally revealed her purpose. She pulled Darren and Harry and the others over.

She made them get closer to her.

She whispered, "We can't go on like this; we're about to take our Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations."

"We can't keep arguing with that old woman about whether we can use our wands!"

Darren was thoughtful.

He remembered that in the original story, around this time, Hermione seemed to have Harry teach them magic.

Sure enough.

The next second, Hermione said, "We need a teacher... a teacher who can correct our dark magic..."

Harry hadn't realized it yet.

He asked suspiciously, "Should we invite Lupin over? Or find Moody?"

"No, no, no, I mean you and Darren!"

Hermione said firmly. Darren was silent. He was a bit reluctant.

Because he was very lazy, and teaching others dark magic was really... he just wanted to join in the fun, not be the initiator.

He had to find a way to decline. Of course, he didn't speak. Because Harry had already spoken.

"You're joking, which one of you and Darren doesn't use magic better than me!"

"No, only Darren uses it better than you. Harry, haven't you noticed? In the field of dark magic, by your third year, you had already surpassed me!"

Hermione said calmly. Harry looked at Darren.

He wanted Darren to say something in opposition. But he found that Darren was zoning out.

So he looked at Ron, wanting Ron to object. But Ron suddenly laughed.

He said softly, "This is actually a really great thing, after all, only you and Darren have faced You-Know-Who head-on."

"In your first year, you and him... that is, Professor Quirrell, faced each other..."

"In your second year, Darren faced those Death Eaters... and you went to find the basilisk, facing his projection again."

"In your third year, you two faced so many Dementors... in your fourth year, you and..."

Ron recounted every single thing excitedly. But the more Harry heard, the more sorrowful he felt.

"Enough, will you two listen to me? Can you stop talking with that proud tone?"

"Darren and I both paid for it with our lives. Didn't you see him come back covered in wounds?"

"Didn't you see what kind of torture he endured?"

"How can you say these things so lightly, with such smiling faces?"

Harry was almost furious.

Ron and Hermione's faces froze.

Only Hermione persisted, saying, "It's precisely because these things are painful that I hope you can..."

"Hermione!"

Darren interrupted Hermione.

He said in a low voice, "Just let my brother teach! I don't really want to teach... I'm leaving!"

He put on his schoolbag and turned to leave. Hermione stared blankly at his back. Harry was also silent.

Finally, as he left, he said, "Let him calm down, and let me calm down too."

"For you, it might be for the O. W. L. s, but for us, it's a need to recall the pain of that time!"

Ever since the suggestion for Darren and Harry to teach everyone dark magic was rejected, Hermione hadn't mentioned it again for two whole weeks.

She was just more attentive toward Darren. It seemed she had once again treated him as a fragile object.

This annoyed Darren a little.

He felt he would rather teach others dark magic than have others look at him as if he were about to collapse.

Because of Hermione's concern, many people now couldn't help but watch him.

Even some professors began to urge him to get some rest.

They seemed to have instinctively begun to suspect that Darren had encountered some painful event again.

In the last week of September, Darren finally couldn't take it anymore.

While he was looking up information in the library, he suddenly brought up the issue.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I think Umbridge like this isn't going to work."

"Hermione, you're right, we should all face those wounds, so I agree to teach you, if you don't mind that I'm too weak and want to learn from me."

"Of course, my mental state this semester isn't very good, so I can only spend a small amount of time on this. For the main teaching, I think I might have to trouble my brother."

"So, brother, is that okay?"

【Ding, Saint-Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint-Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint-Father points +100】 Darren looked at Harry. Harry was a bit uneasy. He rubbed his hands.

Clearly, he had also considered this matter over the past two weeks.

"Since Darren agrees, then I'll... as long as you two don't mind that I'm too weak!"