Chapter 1281

One must die at the hand of the other... that boy possesses a power the Dark Lord knows not... only one of them can survive...

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the memory vanished.

He said softly, "There are three boys who meet this condition: you, Darren, and Neville. Harry, he chose you!"

"But, but Darren should be even more powerful..."

"Yes, but he chose you, Harry. Nothing else matters. When Voldemort chose you, then this prophecy pointed to you.

Voldemort wanted to know the full prophecy, and then you shattered it... but he will have other ways to learn the full prophecy, and it won't take long..."

"So, we must kill one another? Only one can survive? Does Darren, does Darren know?"

"He knows. He guessed it himself. When he figured it out, he was very strong. He said he would definitely help you defeat Voldemort!"

Harry's throat tightened once again.

If he could have been calmer tonight. If he could have listened to Darren's intuition. If he hadn't lost his temper at Darren.

If he hadn't turned back and asked Darren to find a way... perhaps they could be eating breakfast right now? But now, Darren was dead.

None of this had any meaning anymore.

But Harry still didn't want to believe it; he still wanted to go to the Veil. He pulled back the curtain and reached out to lift Darren, who had fallen there.

He must have been wearing an embarrassed smile, as if guilty for causing trouble.

"Harry, I feel I still owe you an explanation, which is why I didn't choose you as a prefect: because I thought your coursework was already very heavy, and I didn't want to add to your burden."

"Darren didn't become a prefect either."

Harry said in a light, airy tone.

"Don't you understand yet? Because you didn't become a prefect, he didn't want you to feel bad, so he refused the position."

Harry looked at the old man before him. He seemed to have aged even more suddenly.

Tears from the corners of his eyes slid into his gray beard, soaking the dawn light...

Darren was indeed not dead.

After getting Harry and the others out, he had prepared to tilt his body to let Harry know he had almost fallen in, to gain some Saint Father Points.

As a result, he suddenly heard a system prompt.

【Ding, Space-Time Corridor detected. Merge with the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets? After merging, you will obtain a portable Space-Time Corridor and can choose to enter at any time.】

It was because he heard the system prompt that Darren froze for a moment, and then he really did fall.

After he fell, he saw a layout identical to the Space-Time Corridor at Gryffindor.

It was practically a copy.

【Ding, will you use 10,000 Saint Father Points to choose a door to push open, or randomly choose a door to enter for free?】

Uh.

【Do I have to go in?】

【Ding, it is recommended that the host enter. When merging the Space-Time Corridor, the host must stay here until the merger is complete.

However, you can choose to enter the Space-Time Corridor, which can accelerate time.】

【Fine, then I won't use Saint Father Points to enter!】

Darren said, being stingy and miserly.

Although he had now grasped the essence of gaining Saint Father Points and was earning them quickly, one couldn't be wasteful, right?

Furthermore, free things are the most expensive. Darren chose this most expensive option.

He randomly opened a door. The door pushed open easily. Huh?

Looking at the sky, it seemed to be midnight. Is this the Hogwarts lawn?

Darren looked around and discovered that fierce fighting was happening everywhere inside the castle. He walked in curiously.

Passing through the battlefield of Hagrid and Grawp, walking past the struggle between Mr. Weasley and someone else, he then saw Fred and the others.

Percy was throwing a sea urchin onto a man's head.

He shouted loudly, "Hello, Minister! I said I was going to resign, didn't I?"

Fred turned around and said incredulously, "Percy, you can joke? How long has it been since you joked, ever since..."

The air suddenly exploded. Someone had cast an Explosion Curse. Darren immediately waved his wand.

A barrier blocked the space above the heads of Fred, Percy, Harry, and Hermione.

The sound of the bombing crackled. Darren laughed.

He said to Harry, "Brother, look at this Explosion Curse. During the summer of my fifth year, I... it was much more powerful than this when I was with Voldemort, but this power is still quite something!"