Chapter 1220

Because on February 14th, Hermione received a letter. There was a piece of parchment in it.

Hermione was very happy to receive that parchment. She said she would take them to The Three Broomsticks to talk about things. And it was a good thing.

Because of this reason from Darren, Darren noticed that many girls had already started frowning as they looked at Hermione.

They might have started recalling the article Rita Skeeter wrote in the fourth year, saying that Hermione was wavering between the two brothers.

Playing with their feelings.

However, none of them cared about all this. Ron was a bit angry.

Because he also wanted to participate in their affairs, but Angelina insisted that he had to train for Quidditch that day.

They might not be able to go to Hogsmeade at all that day.

He kept complaining there, until finally, the jealous Harry couldn't help but interrupt him.

"Goodbye!"

When Harry finally left the school gate, he said coldly to Ron. Because he would rather play Quidditch than go to Hogsmeade.

He always felt that going out with Hermione and Darren now was like being a big lightbulb!

Unfortunately.

His Firebolt had been confiscated.

This made him even angrier whenever he thought about it.

... They saw Hagrid in The Three Broomsticks.

Hagrid's face was covered in scars. Old ones had healed, and new ones had appeared. He was drunk.

Seeing Darren and Harry, he showed a bitter smile.

"Darren, Harry. You have a pair of very good parents. I had a good father, my mother was not a good person, she left..."

"Bloodline is very important, we are all orphans, anyway..." He said a lot of things.

Harry noticed the scars on Hagrid's face.

He finally couldn't help but ask: "What caused those on your face?"

Hagrid seemed startled.

His drunkenness faded.

He shook his head and stood up.

"Nothing, I'm a manual laborer, it's easy to get hurt. Darren, Harry, take care!"

He walked away unsteadily.

Harry looked at his back, always feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He looked at Darren and asked: "I wonder what he is hiding..."

"Perhaps a giant, oh, I'm joking!"

Darren shook his head with a smile. Harry looked at him in surprise. It seemed he was surprised that he could still joke. Darren really wanted to roll his eyes at him. He wasn't a robot.

But of course, he didn't do such an impolite gesture. Also because Hermione was by his side.

And she was pulling them toward the seat where Luna Lovegood was sitting. Opposite Luna sat another woman.

Rita Skeeter.

These two people were the ones Hermione hated the most. Harry knew without thinking.

But today, she had actually brought these two together. Hermione was a bit embarrassed.

She winked at Harry.

Harry knew that Hermione didn't want him to mention that they had seen Rita Skeeter at St. Mungo's before.

Rita Skeeter saw Hermione, and an angry expression appeared on her face.

She said unhappily: "What else do you want me to do? I've already been fired by them, they don't allow me to use my real name to write articles in the Daily Prophet."

"The last article, I still had to drag a..."

Rita Skeeter finally saw Darren. She gasped.

Then she looked at Hermione.

"What exactly do you want? Want me to write a hymn for Darren Potter?"

Her quill had already been taken out.

On the parchment, the quill began to dance.

Darren looked at what was written: Red hair and green eyes, he is like an exotic..., Darren snatched Rita Skeeter's quill. He almost snapped it in half.

Rita Skeeter hugged her pen and cried out as if mourning: "Don't break it... if you break it, you might as well kill me!"

Well, the pen was Rita Skeeter's lifeline...