Chapter 1159

Ron was simply speechless.

He felt that these two were just putting on an act. But Harry and Darren wouldn't admit it.

"Then everyone is happy, Darren and you will teach us together."

Ron said happily.

But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Hermione.

She said a bit guiltily, "Actually, it's not just Ron and me; there are some people who want to hear Darren, ahem, hear you two lecture."

"After they heard my proposal, they all wanted to sign up, and they also said they planned to gather at Hogsmeade, so that... I'm sorry, Darren, I was just thinking, thinking about helping more people," Hermione said hesitantly.

Darren sighed. He knew it.

After all, in the original story, Hermione gathered a whole bunch of people to organize Dumbledore's Army. These were the groups that would fight Voldemort later.

He had originally thought that with his participation, maybe he would only teach Hermione.

As a result, there were still so many people.

Fortunately, he had the excuse of being mentally exhausted. He would only serve as an assistant.

Darren thought to himself.

But when he arrived at Hogsmeade on Sunday, he almost understood. Hermione said they were meeting at the Hog's Head Inn.

When they arrived at the Hog's Head, there was a witch sitting there. Darren knew this witch was Umbridge.

She had heard about Hermione recruiting people, so she had come specifically to listen.

Of course, she was wearing a mask and a cloak, making it almost impossible for anyone to recognize her as Umbridge.

The owner of the Hog's Head was a grumpy old man. He had gray hair and a white beard.

When he saw so many people coming in, he cleared his throat unhappily.

"What do you want?"

"Three butterbeers!"

Hermione said.

Then she looked at Darren.

Darren hesitated and said, "A juice for me."

"..."

"Drinking juice in a pub."

The old man muttered.

His gaze fell on Darren at this moment. Then he showed a look of shock.

Darren suspected Dumbledore had told Aberforth something, but he had no evidence. But whether there was evidence or not, it had nothing to do with him.

He just needed to pretend he didn't know Aberforth and wasn't familiar with him.

"Juice."

Aberforth's gaze finally moved away from Darren.

Then he found a clean glass, washed it, and squeezed a glass of juice for him.

Then he looked at Hermione, Harry, and the others.

He grabbed three random glasses, made three butterbeers, put them on a tray, and served them.

Darren glanced at Harry's glass. He didn't know how long it had been since it was washed.

In any case, he wouldn't drink anything from such a glass.

Fortunately, Aberforth didn't give him that kind of glass...

Otherwise, he would have had to cast a cleaning charm on it right in front of Aberforth.

Darren picked up the glass and took a sip. The taste wasn't bad.

At this moment, he was still looking around the pub. After all, this was also a place described in the original story.

He still thought that only the twenty-something people from the original story would attend this gathering.

But ten minutes later.

He was so scared that he dropped his glass on the table.

"Let me count, boss, give me eighty-nine butterbeers!"

Fred said with a grin.

Then he handed the butterbeers to everyone one by one.

By the way, he said, "Everyone chip in some money, I don't have the money to pay the bill for so many people!"

Darren and Harry stared at Hermione in a daze. Was this what Hermione meant by "some"?

Was this really not a "crowd"?

"I told everyone, but everyone wanted to come, I couldn't stop them."

Hermione told Darren carefully.

Darren saw that eighty percent of the people here were girls.

Hermione seemed to have dragged over every girl in the castle except the Slytherins.

These girls were chattering and looking at Darren. For the first time, Darren felt that having too many girls wasn't good either.

He felt like a sheep being visited—weak, helpless, and pitiful. Aberforth was also stunned.

He mechanically made butterbeers, as if he were completely stunned. Even Umbridge shifted her body.

She probably really hadn't expected Darren and Harry to be so popular in school.

Darren sat innocently in the corner, pretending he didn't exist. Harry's face was flushed red.

He sat next to Darren and asked him in a low voice why so many girls were looking at him.

He was a bit embarrassed.

Darren gave him an awkward but polite smile. As long as Harry was happy!

But no matter what, Harry was also at a loss. He looked at Hermione.

"What exactly did you promise them? It wouldn't be that you'd have me and Darren tell them about our experiences, would it?"

Hermione shook her head quickly.

"... No, forget it, I'll talk to them!"

Hermione stood up.

She said nervously, "Thank you all for coming here, and I believe in the appearance of You-Know-Who."

"No, I don't believe it, I just heard you say you could teach us more spells!"

A boy said loudly.

"Then you can leave!"

Fred roared.

The boy muttered indignantly. But he didn't leave.

Harry whispered to Darren.

"This is Michael Corner, he used to hate you the most, but I don't know why he came this time?"

Darren looked at Michael suspiciously. Why did he have an enemy?

Clearly, he was such a little Saint-Father who never made enemies? But when he saw Michael's infatuated look at Ginny, he finally understood—this was a love rival!

He petty-mindedly noted Michael's name in his heart, preparing to take a small revenge when he had time.

Hermione continued speaking.

"Regardless, we need to learn how to protect ourselves... in this environment, you aren't still waiting for that woman Umbridge to conquer you with theory, are you?"

"But, but you are about to take your O. W. L. s, right?"

"Do you really have the time, or rather, are you willing to waste your time to teach us?"

Michael said again.

He looked at Darren, his face showing a questioning expression.

Darren smiled and said in a low voice, "I guarantee with my reputation that we will teach. If anyone has any objections to my guarantee, you can raise them now!"

The scene was silent.

This made Hermione smile.

"This question is clearly resolved, so let's move on to the next question."

"No, I have a question. You are about to take your O. W. L. s, so you need to study yourself, but our time hasn't come yet, why should we learn?" ===== CHAPTER 1161 =====