Chapter 1231: Who had an accident this time?!!

Darren shook his head.

"It seems you haven't forgotten thoroughly enough, Obliviate!"

Before Umbridge forgot, despair hung on her face.

Clearly, before she was forgotten, she guessed her previous feelings.

But after she finished forgetting, her arrogant smile hung on her face again.

She looked at Darren and said: "Continue tomorrow!"

Darren nodded with a pale face. Umbridge subconsciously wanted to laugh.

But she shivered violently. She always felt that something was a bit wrong.

Darren naturally didn't dare to stay long.

He hurriedly walked out with big strides, not giving Umbridge a chance to go back on her word. However, when he walked out, he saw Harry and Hermione and the others. They were looking at him with full worry.

Darren hurriedly comforted them: "It's okay, look at me, I don't have any injuries."

But Harry and the others couldn't laugh at all, and they couldn't feel at ease either.

Tortured from six o'clock until midnight, how could there be nothing wrong?

"Darren, do you remember what kind of torture she used on you?"

Harry asked, clenching his fists.

Darren thought of many spells, some of which Voldemort gave him in his first year.

Others, of course, were spells he came up with himself.

For several hours, Umbridge's screams echoed in the office, even the Memory Charm couldn't eliminate her fear.

Even Darren was a bit low on magic. It was clearly extremely terrifying.

However, Darren didn't intend to tell Harry and the others about all this.

So he said softly: "It was just copying things, the same punishment as my brother received..."

He said this, but Harry and the others didn't believe it. Just copying things?

Just copying things, and Umbridge would keep Darren until now? Just using that strange quill, could it make Darren this tired?

But Darren wouldn't say, so they naturally couldn't get any information. Hermione sighed.

She took out a bottle of Draught of Living Death and said: "This is what Professor Snape gave me, asking me to give it to you, he said he wanted you to have a good sleep at night, I think, perhaps he wants to please you?"

Darren looked at this Draught of Living Death silently. For a long time, he nodded. He put on a full act....

Harry and the others looked at Darren's back, with expressions of doubt and worry on their faces.

"I don't know why, but I feel that after Hermione gave that potion to Darren, Darren became even stranger."

Ron said suspiciously.

Harry retorted: "If your enemy gives you something, of course you won't be happy."

"But according to Snape's statement, they clearly haven't reached the level of enemies, Professor Snape said he and Darren just have a disagreement!"

Hermione frowned and said.

She was a bit worried now that giving that potion to Darren would make Darren feel even worse.

Perhaps she should use the words Snape taught her to tell Darren that they got it from Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing.

That way, perhaps, Darren would drink it. Unfortunately, she really didn't want to lie to Darren.

She didn't want to lie to Darren for Snape.

"No matter what, we should go back to sleep now, otherwise if the Fat Lady runs away, we won't be able to get in."

Ron finally said.

They returned to the Gryffindor common room.

The Gryffindor common room still had many people.

Fred and George enlarged Darren and Harry's portraits and hung them on the wall, making them shout loudly that Umbridge was a waste and the Ministry of Magic was a big fool.

This made Harry want to laugh a little. But Hermione didn't approve.

She said to Fred and George: "Darren clearly wouldn't shout such words, and it's very strange."

Fred and George could only take down Darren's portrait. Harry found that only his own portrait was left shouting those things. He also started to feel it was meaningless.

He politely declined some people who wanted to ask him for details, and then returned to the dormitory with Ron.

When lying on the bed, he kept clearing his mind, but he could always think of Darren staring blankly at the potion Snape asked them to give to Darren.

How did Darren and Snape become like this? Harry suddenly asked himself in his heart.

But just as he thought of Snape's past actions. His scar suddenly started to hurt.

He held his breath to keep himself from screaming.

Then, he found that the situation in front of him changed.

He was standing in a room with curtains and only candles. A man was kneeling in front of him.

"So, my plan failed?"

Harry felt that he was full of anger at this moment.

"I was tricked, right?"

"I'm sorry, Master..."

The man in front said tremblingly.

"I don't blame you, Rookwood! At least you brought news... Voldemort thanks you... go, go call Avery over..."

Harry felt himself moving toward the mirror. Then he saw himself.

A face paler than a skull, and snake-like red eyes...

"Ah!"

Harry was scared awake by himself.

"Don't move around, otherwise you might fall off..."

It was Ron's voice.

He gave Harry a hand. Harry was finally able to sit up.

Then he found that he had almost fallen off the bed.

"Who had an accident this time?"

Ron looked at him worriedly.

Harry gasped and said: "No one had an accident, Voldemort is very angry."

"He got wrong information from Avery, but Rookwood got him back on the right track..."

"Must tell Dumbledore about this!"

Ron said hurriedly.

But Harry shook his head, he said silently: "Can't tell Dumbledore, because I am learning Occlumency now, I shouldn't know these things, if I say it, I will only be scolded!"

His words made Ron shut up. Ron went back to sleep.

And Harry could only grit his teeth, feeling the pain in his scar all night.

He knew clearly that the person named Avery should be being punished right now.

Because Voldemort's anger hadn't dissipated until now.

Harry told Darren and Hermione about this the next day. But Hermione told him not to dream about these things anymore.

Because Dumbledore clearly didn't want Harry to continue seeing these things. He had to close his mind well.

Harry was very angry at this statement.

Of course, he also understood that the reason he was angry was just because he hadn't been able to master Occlumency until now.

He felt that he might not have any talent for Occlumency at all. This caused him to be full of anger whenever it was mentioned...