Chapter 1200

Even the latest antidote Darren made had no effect on this toxin, so his physician used a Muggle stitching method.

But clearly, the Muggle stitching method didn't have any effect. Darren showed a somewhat helpless expression.

He took out a bottle of potion and handed it to Mr. Weasley, saying: "Let the physician try this. It's something new I made, I don't know if it's useful."

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding, Saint Father points +100】

【Ding...】

"Oh, Darren, I've made you tired again!"

Mrs. Weasley said embarrassedly.

Mr. Weasley was also a bit tangled, but he was more worried about whether his physician would be sad if he used Darren's potion.

This made Mrs. Weasley angry, and they started arguing.

Darren quickly indicated that he wanted to go out for a cup of tea to warm up, and then he quickly exited the ward.

When he was wiping sweat, he found that many people were wiping sweat. They looked at each other and smiled.

Finally, they decided to go out for a stroll.

Hoping that by the time they strolled back, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would have finished arguing.

Hermione asked where the tea room was. Sixth floor.

They climbed toward the sixth floor.

After climbing for a while, they observed which floor they were on, panting. Fifth floor.

"One more floor..."

Harry was just saying, and then he suddenly saw a photo from the ward closest to the stairs.

Lockhart's photo.

And there were two young witches in that room. They also saw Harry.

Their gazes turned to Darren, and they showed ferocious expressions and shouted: "Darren Potter, that's Darren Potter, it was he who caused Gilderoy to become like this!"

Darren was stunned for a moment.

Good grief, Lockhart's brain-dead fans?

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