Chapter 1212: Darren

Darren felt he was very innocent.

Because it wasn't that he insisted on letting Dumbledore see those cruel images, but because the system always popped up and asked him to forge memories.

Dumbledore's struggle and the pain of empathizing with him had nothing to do with him.

Darren thought this way, and forged some memories out again.

The boy painfully begged everyone to save Harry, because Harry had fallen from his broom.

The boy stood in front of Hermione, facing the troll alone.

The boy raised his wand and chanted the Patronus Charm, he wasn't thinking of happy things, but wanted to protect everyone.

The boy learned that his name had been thrown into the Triwizard Tournament by Cedric, he looked at Cedric worriedly, afraid that he had been used by someone.

The boy stood at Mr. Diggory's funeral, guilt buried him, at that moment, he even lost the will to survive.

The boy...

Dumbledore voluntarily exited Legilimency again.

He said seriously: "Darren, you didn't use force to block me, I was rampaging in your memories, you had no intention of blocking at all!"

Darren covered his face.

He said in a low voice: "I can't raise any vigilance against you at all..."

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

Dumbledore was silent. His throat was a bit hoarse.

"You can't raise vigilance against anyone, child, this is not right, you will die because of this character, child, perhaps I must give you a lesson!"

Dumbledore said softly. Darren looked at him suspiciously. What lesson?

He still needed a lesson for this little saintly father? That shouldn't be necessary, right?

Dumbledore saw his suspicious eyes and laughed slyly.

"This can't be told to you, um, the lesson comes from the unknown, perhaps I might also die because I trusted the wrong person!"

Dumbledore said with a smile. Darren suddenly realized.

Dumbledore wanted to say that next year, he planned to let Snape kill him? But that wouldn't happen, right?

Old Dumbledore now had a partner, and his sister's soul was also there, so he wouldn't necessarily have to go die, right?

He felt the possibility of Old Dumbledore dying was not very high.

But he also felt that if he followed Old Dumbledore's own arrangements, if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to stop Harry at King's Cross Station and let him continue walking.

So, Old Dumbledore must die? Darren thought so.

But he always felt that Old Dumbledore shouldn't die this time. He hoped Old Dumbledore would think of a better way.

After all, since knowing Ariana was still okay, Old Dumbledore's spirit was much better. He even had some drive.

Letting Old Dumbledore voluntarily go to his death, he shouldn't be that stupid.

So it still depended on Dumbledore and Grindelwald to find a way themselves.

As for Darren, he didn't intend to participate, of course, he would just honestly follow the plot.

"Darren?"

Dumbledore's call made Darren put away his thoughts.

"Scared you? In any case, I have to give you a small lesson, I think you still haven't remembered the betrayal of the second year!"

Dumbledore said with feigned anger. Darren smiled embarrassedly.

This made more of his anger disappear.

"Never mind, let's try one more time, restrain your memories, Legilimens!"

【Ding, detected that the host is being subjected to Legilimency, do you want to forge memories?】

Uh.

Darren felt that he shouldn't let Dumbledore see everything either. There had to be some blocking.

Otherwise Dumbledore might be suspicious.

So he remembered in the original book, Harry didn't want Snape to see the scene of him dating, so he also set the memory here.

Then.

The boy watched a green light hit Mr. Diggory. He screamed in pain.

The boy saw the DA members learning faster and faster. The boy stayed up late at night to make the coin communicator.

The boy saw a line of words clearly written on the back of Harry's raised hand: I must not tell lies.

The boy was kissed by Cho Chang under the mistletoe, Cho Chang's moist lips touched...

Darren acted panicked.

He fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Dumbledore helped him sit in the headmaster's chair.

He said with interest: "So, you are dating?"

"No, no... I can't waste other people's feelings, I don't have the heart to consider these things now, I could die at any time, why let others be sad?

I watched Mr. Diggory be killed before my eyes, and I was in agony, unable to sleep for a long time, let alone the death of a lover, for them, it would definitely be very painful."

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】 Dumbledore's voice choked up.

Finally, he took out some chocolate.

"Eat them, you will feel better."

Darren picked up the chocolate and ate it slowly.

After eating, Dumbledore handed him a cup of lemon juice. Darren just raised the cup and took a sip.

And revealed a suspicious expression.

Because the cup contained Snape's Draught of Living Death. The latest kind.

Just one sip, and...

Darren narrowed his eyes, and before he was about to fall asleep, he heard Dumbledore say with a smile: "Child, sleep, I think you are extremely exhausted, nothing will happen here..."

Compared to the warmth here with Darren, Snape and Harry's situation was a mess. Snape loathed Harry.

Harry loathed Snape even more.

What made Harry even more furious was that Snape kept entering his memories. And while looking at the scene of him confronting Voldemort, he called him a reckless and arrogant coward.

But what Harry gained was that when he was practicing Occlumency with Snape.

He suddenly realized that the corridor he dreamed of every night was the path he took with Mr. Weasley to the Ministry of Magic for the trial.

It led to the Department of Mysteries.

It was also the path where Mr. Weasley was bitten by a snake.

He told Snape about this, wanting to see Snape's reaction.

But Snape told him not to ask about the Department of Mysteries, and also didn't allow him to say Voldemort's name.

He even mocked that he and his stupid brother were both fools. Harry glared at Snape, but had no way to do anything.

As he slammed the door and left, he heard Snape say in a mocking voice: "I hope you come over at the same time on Wednesday afternoon!"

"Got it!"

Harry said angrily.

The moment he rushed out of Snape's office, he suddenly turned his head thoughtfully, and he discovered the look of disgust in Snape's eyes as he looked at him.

Snape hated him. Or rather, hated him. Because of his father? Harry thought subconsciously.

After all, Snape had been looking at him like this since he first entered school. It could be said that it had never changed.

Kept it really well!