Chapter 1285

Because Darren is the first person in history to receive the Order of Merlin, First Class at such an age, his portrait is kept at the Ministry of Magic.

If he died, the portrait would come to life, but clearly, the portrait has no reaction; it's possible he is still alive.

It's just that we don't know where he fell to through that Veil."

Hermione's words only won Ron's agreement.

He wanted to tell Harry this news.

But Luna, Ginny, and even Neville disagreed.

"He should receive some punishment; he was too reckless... Furthermore, Darren still hasn't returned... it's been a week.

School is about to let out... even if we tell him Darren isn't dead, he might not believe it.

Actually, I don't quite believe it either... I feel like Dumbledore was just trying to comfort me.

He knew that if he said Darren had died, I would want to jump into that Veil together with him."

Ginny said in an ethereal voice.

Ron wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing. He pretended he hadn't heard that sentence.

"If Darren doesn't come back soon, the students at school will start to suspect.

Many of them think Darren should be like us, staying in the hospital wing or St. Mungo's...

Yesterday, Madam Pomfrey asked me if Darren was at St. Mungo's.

I said I didn't know... I saw her shedding tears; she was worried..."

The hospital ward was silent.

Harry sat by the lake, his cup filled with fruit juice.

He held a book, imitating Darren's way of looking at the content inside. Then he would occasionally look up at the opposite shore of the lake.

He still remembered that in his third year, Darren had cast a Patronus Charm there, and that dragon had driven away hundreds of Dementors.

He didn't know if he wanted to talk about Darren. This perhaps depended on his mood.

But sometimes he thought.

He just wanted to think about Darren silently, rather than listening to them say those things, telling him to let go.

How to let go?

He and Darren were twins!

Just like Fred and George, they were inseparable.

With Darren gone, he felt as if all his spirit and energy were gone. He even lost the thought of wanting to defeat Voldemort.

He even thought in frustration, let Voldemort kill him, so he could be reunited with Darren.

They would become ghosts... Harry suddenly froze.

A thought he had never considered appeared in his mind. He leaped up from the lawn.

Then he rushed toward the Gryffindor tower. He was looking for Nick.

"Good evening, Harry..."

"I have something I want to ask you!"

Harry's face was filled with hope.

Nick didn't have the heart to refuse him.

"Alright, alright then."

"Nick, you died, but you can still come back, right?

I can still talk to you, you can still stand here... I want to say, can everyone come back?"

"Only wizards can..."

Nick said softly. Harry was pleasantly surprised.

He remembered Darren's dedication to him; Darren was always afraid of him being alone, and Darren had wanted to stay at school.

He would definitely come back.

He would greet him happily, telling him, "Brother, I'm back, I'm alive, I've returned!"

As long as there was even the slightest way, Darren would definitely come back.

"He won't come back... very few people take this path... most people move on; only those who fear death return... of course, perhaps the Department of Mysteries would know more about these things..."

Harry stood blankly in place.

He thought of the sentence Nick had said.

Only those who fear death stay behind. Does Darren fear death? He doesn't. He looked forward to dying to protect him.

For him, those were wishes fulfilled. Nick left.

Leaving Harry alone in place. He stood there dazed.

Until Malfoy's voice came.

"Scarhead, Professor Snape is looking for you!"

Snape is looking for me?

Harry came back to his senses.

Why would Snape look for him?

He didn't really want to hear Snape's voice.

But he also understood that the misunderstanding he had with Snape before was Snape acting with Darren.

Snape and Darren hadn't been arguing. Snape was still on their side.

"You're dead!"

Malfoy suddenly said viciously.

"You made my father get severely punished by him!"

"Isn't that what he deserved? Why didn't he kill you all?"

Harry sneered.

Malfoy was a Death Eater. They deserved to be punished! Malfoy raised his wand.

"Potter!"

Snape's voice came from the other end of the corridor. Malfoy immediately put away his wand.

Snape looked at them, and looking coldly at Harry, he said, "School is about to end. Go pack up Darren's, Darren Potter's things!" Harry turned around in disbelief.

His pain was almost about to gush out.

Darren had only just been gone, and Snape was already making him pack up Darren's things! They wanted to drive the last trace of Darren out of the school.

"I won't allow it, I won't let him..."

"Enough, Potter. I don't have time to play house with you.

Now, immediately, right now, come with me to his dormitory, then pack your things, attend the feast tonight, and then get out of this school!

If you aren't willing, I'll have the house-elves pack them, and if anything is missing, you'll bear the consequences!"

Snape said viciously.

His brows were filled with anger and annoyance...