Chapter 1287

He gave you a pair of two-way mirrors. Why didn't you use the two-way mirror to ask him that day?"

Two-way mirrors?

"I didn't..."

Harry stopped.

He remembered that Sirius had indeed given him a package. Was there a two-way mirror in that package?

If it was a two-way mirror, why, why didn't Sirius say so? Why had he never opened it?

If he had opened it...

If he had opened it, would Darren not have had to risk his life at the Ministry of Magic and die there?

Harry realized with unprecedented clarity that everything was his fault. It was he who, step by step, led Darren to this outcome...

Harry carried Darren's trunk; it was incredibly light.

However, he was also holding a pile of books in his arms; these were the ones he needed to help Darren return to the library.

He hadn't wanted to return them... Darren hadn't left him many mementos.

But he had to return them; Darren wouldn't want to be known for not returning school books.

When he finished returning the books and put Darren's luggage in his own dormitory, as he came out, he saw Luna posting a lost-and-found notice on the bulletin board.

"Why aren't you attending the feast?"

Luna asked curiously. Harry shook his head.

"I don't want to go there; I want to be alone for a while. Besides, you didn't go either, did you?"

"My things were taken by someone. When Darren was here, he would help me cast spells, calling out 'Accio Luna Lovegood's things.'

And then everything would come back. But I can't do it myself; I don't have such powerful magic. I can only take it slowly, finding them back one by one."

Harry's throat tightened again. He froze in place.

Luna seemed to know his emotions.

She said softly, "He will come back. Didn't you also hear him speaking behind the Veil?"

Did he hear it? Yes.

It was just that he hadn't paid attention to it at the time.

At that time, most of his energy was on saving Sirius. So, didn't all of this have omens long ago?

As long as he had taken one step to think about this matter properly, or taken Darren away from there, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

"I'm going to the feast now. I hope my things come back soon..."

Luna waved at Harry.

She walked away.

Harry stood in place, silent for a long time, and finally, he gently covered his face. The next day.

They needed to climb onto the Hogwarts Express from the dormitory. Harry carried a trunk in each hand.

Ron had originally wanted to help him, but he refused.

"It's fine, Darren's trunk is very light. I don't know why he always packed so little? I don't know where his other things went!"

Harry smiled softly.

In reality, he had no heart for conversation at all.

He was just subconsciously imitating Darren; even when Darren didn't have the energy to talk, he would comfort them, worried they would be concerned because of his emotions.

He didn't want Ron and the others to overthink things either.

And he didn't want to hear them tell him not to think about Darren anymore. He walked into the compartment.

On the way, Malfoy and the others tried to ambush them.

As a result, the DA members were almost all in the next compartment, and they rushed out to help.

When they threw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle out, they smiled.

Harry also managed to muster a little spirit for once.

Then he heard Cho Chang's voice, asking in a melancholy tone, "Harry, when will Darren's injuries heal? Is it so difficult for St. Mungo's to treat injuries? Did he suffer very serious injuries?"

His mood sank to the bottom again. Fortunately, Ron helped cover up all the questions. During the rest of the journey, Harry didn't say a word.

He didn't have a shred of energy left to answer any questions.

He just wanted this train to reach the station as soon as possible, so he could quickly part ways with these people. But when the train was really about to arrive, Harry regretted it. He would rather this train keep moving forward than get off. Because he would have to face his aunt and uncle's faces.

He might also have to face Mr. and Mrs. Flamel. They might ask him, "Where is Darren?"

And Mr. and Mrs. Weasley; perhaps the Order of the Phoenix had already told them the news of Darren falling behind the Veil.

They would look at him with red, swollen eyes, as if questioning him, "Why did everyone go there, and why was only Darren left there forever?"

Harry's throat tightened.

He suddenly felt his throat hurting incredibly; he didn't even have the strength to speak.

However, the train eventually stopped.

Harry heard the announcement on the train telling them to get off.

He had a pale face as he brought down his and Darren's trunks, as well as Hedwig's cage.

Even though they weren't very heavy things, Harry felt like they were a heavy burden.

However, when he walked out of Platform 9 3/4, he saw Sirius, Moody, Lupin, and even Tonks...

Harry's heart almost couldn't beat.

He lowered his head and came to their side, enduring the sorrow to face their gazes.

He thought.

He had already experienced the most painful things, so these didn't count for much.

"Harry, I'm innocent. The appearance of You-Know-Who, the confessions of those Death Eaters, plus Dumbledore's guarantee, I can come out now."

Black said happily. Is that so?

Sirius could come out. He was free!

If it were before, Harry would have laughed out loud upon hearing this news, but now, he only managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Congratulations!"

"If Darren knew, he would be thrilled!"

Black said happily.

Harry looked at him, not understanding why he could say Darren's name so easily.

Darren had died there, and they seemed to have forgotten Darren very quickly.

"Yeah!"

But Harry still echoed him.

Pretending he had already moved past Darren's death.

No one would have the same feelings as him; only he would be sad and heartbroken for Darren. They might feel he died as he should have...