Chapter 1197: Let's talk!!

"Stay there!"

Phineas said calmly. Harry frowned.

He wanted to ask something in annoyance, but Phineas shrugged his shoulders and said directly: "That's just the sentence. He said to let you stay here, and you don't need to worry about other things!"

"Don't need me to worry? Has he not thought about Darren's safety?

What if Darren is killed by him? Why doesn't Dumbledore let Darren or me leave? Why!"

Phineas rolled his eyes.

"Just listen and be obedient, why worry about so much? You children have so many things, always making me pass messages!"

Phineas curled his lips. Then he disappeared.

Harry looked at his picture frame angrily. Finally, he lay on the bed.

Since Dumbledore wouldn't let him go out, then he would resolutely not go out. He wouldn't even leave this room; he absolutely wouldn't give himself the conditions to hurt Darren.

Harry thought desperately.

Then he fell asleep while thinking.

In his dream, he saw that door again.

His hand was blocking the black door, seemingly exceptionally wanting to get the things inside.

Then he heard Darren's voice.

"Brother, Brother, come out to eat..."

Harry woke up.

But he didn't want to open his eyes to look at Darren. He pretended he was still sleeping.

Then he felt himself being silently watched. It was as if Darren had seen through his disguise.

"Brother, I would rather be killed by you."

Harry's tears poured out wildly.

He didn't want to. He didn't want to at all.

He didn't want Darren to die, and even less did he want Darren to die at his hands! But no matter what, he still didn't speak, nor did he open his eyes. He didn't want to face such a silly Darren right now.

And he was even more afraid that Voldemort would look at Darren through his eyes, and then wake up from his scar, and then kill Darren.

At that time, he would definitely collapse in pain.

"Brother... Alright, if you don't want to talk to me, forget it. Then you think about it properly, I'll talk to you again in the evening."

Darren's voice left with some disappointment. Harry knew Darren must be very uncomfortable.

But even so, he couldn't communicate with Darren, couldn't let Darren get hurt.

He turned over and fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he could hear Ron's

snoring, and could also hear Darren's steady breathing; they were both asleep in his room.

And he could hurt them at any time.

However, he noticed that Phineas was in the picture frame. This might be someone Dumbledore sent to monitor him.

Dumbledore might be worried that he would suddenly kill Darren and Ron. If it were normal times, Harry would definitely be very unhappy about this kind of monitoring. But now, he was very happy.

As long as there were people around, perhaps they could suddenly interrupt him when he was possessed by Voldemort.

Or wake Darren up, then all this wouldn't happen. He breathed a huge sigh of relief.

The next morning. Darren woke up early.

Of course, it wasn't because his sleep quality was poor, but because Mrs. Black was screaming downstairs again.

"Good morning, Brother, good morning, Ron!"

Darren stretched.

He said in a voice full of smiles.

Ron and Harry both climbed up groggily. They also said good morning to Darren.

But they indicated that they still wanted to sleep a little longer. However, this thought was interrupted by Hermione.

Because Hermione had already started knocking on the door.

"Boys, hurry up, Mrs. Weasley wants you to go down to eat!"

Harry and Ron hurried to speed up and started getting dressed.

When they started folding their quilts, Darren had already started looking in the mirror in the washroom.

After finding that everything was fine with himself, he opened the room door. Hermione walked in happily.

She scanned Darren's bed like an inspection, and said to Harry and Ron with great satisfaction:

"If you two could be like Darren, it would be great. Every time people have to urge you, look at your own things, they are all messy, it's too annoying!"

Ron curled his lips.

Seeming to mutter something. Harry didn't say a word.

He folded his quilt with his head down.

But Darren sat on his quilt and said with sharp eyes: "Let's talk, Brother, you haven't talked to me for a whole day!"

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】 "I'm fine..."

Harry said stubbornly.

"If you want me to perform hurting myself for you on the spot, then you can continue with this attitude. ===== CHAPTER 1199 =====