Chapter 129: Mr. Weasley, terrified!!

Fred’s words caught Mrs. Weasley’s attention.

She said with a touch of embarrassment, “Darren is certainly handsome, but he is still just a boy.

For us ‘aging’ women, Gilderoy Lockhart is still more attractive.”

“A boy? Hmm, Mum, your tone sounds exactly like those little witches at Hogwarts.

They also spend all day saying, ‘Darren is still a little boy, I’m going to wait for him to grow into a man.’

Good heavens, it’s as if there’s no one left at Hogwarts they like, so they have to wait for a little boy to grow up…”

Fred joked with affected mannerisms.

He received a shy smile from Darren, at which he helplessly shut his mouth.

“Goodness, I finally understand why even the fiercest Snape at Hogwarts wouldn’t yell at Darren. Who would bully such a simple-hearted child?”

“Hmph… now that you’ve realized that, stop making such reckless jokes. Darren is not one of your riffraff friends!”

Mrs. Weasley said indignantly.

Fred and the others walked toward the garden with no other choice. Those annoying gnomes kept coming back. They had already driven them away many times.

Mrs. Weasley watched their retreating backs, urging them that they must finish the job before coming back.

Then she put down the book in her hand and looked at Darren and Harry with a soft gaze, saying, “Children, I imagine you are tired; don’t go work with them.”

Darren shook his head quickly and said, “No, no, Lady, my brother and I will join them too. After all, when Fred and the others were driving the car, we didn’t stop them…”

[Ding, Saint Father Value +50]

[Ding, Saint Father Value +60]

[Ding, Saint Father Value +40]

[Ding…]

Pocketing the Saint Father Value, Darren pulled Harry along to hurry after Fred and the others.

Just as Darren and the others were catching gnomes in the garden, Mr. Weasley returned.

As soon as he entered, he collapsed into a chair. With his eyes closed, he looked extremely exhausted.

“Raided nine houses… Mundungus actually tried to curse me the moment I turned my back…”

[Mundungus?]

Darren repeated the name hesitantly, which gave Mr. Weasley a start.

He looked at Darren in confusion.

“You, who are you?”

“Dad, he is Darren Potter, and this is Harry Potter… we were the ones who picked them up…”

Fred’s words were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley.

“Yes, they flew a flying car to Harry’s house this morning and brought Darren and Harry back!”

“Did it fly well? Oh, children, that is wrong… it’s not right—”

Mr. Weasley saw Mrs. Weasley glaring and quickly changed his tune.

To change the subject, he recalled why he had noticed Darren just now.

“Darren, do you know Mundungus?”

“I don’t know if I can say I know him, but last year in Diagon Alley, I saw a wizard named Mundungus…”

Darren recounted what had happened back then, making Mr. Weasley suddenly realize.

“So Mundungus fell into your hands…”

Oh, oh, Molly, I was just sighing, I didn’t mean to lose my temper at Darren.

I think he did exactly the right thing; Mundungus sometimes just needs to be taught a lesson.

Mr. Weasley muttered to Mrs. Weasley about the things Mundungus had done, while Ron grabbed Darren and Harry.

He whispered, “Come on, let’s go to my room, I’ll introduce you, let them talk!”

Life at The Burrow was very pleasant. Especially for Darren.

There was the gentle Mrs. Weasley, and the humorous and witty Mr. Weasley.

Upon learning that Darren had created an antidote capable of treating over three hundred types of poisons, Mr. Weasley collapsed onto the floor in shock on the spot.

“Good heavens, Darren, you are simply a genius; even Lily didn’t have your talent back then!”

Mr. Weasley believed that this achievement of Darren’s could definitely earn him an Order of Merlin.

He pointed to Mrs. Weasley’s Lockhart book and whispered to Darren that even someone like Lockhart could receive a Third Class Order of Merlin.

He highly suspected that Lockhart had slept with the female judges.

However, after saying this, he was tapped on the head several times by Mrs. Weasley with her chopsticks.

“Don’t say such things to Darren, he is still a simple-hearted baby!”

Hmm, aside from Mrs. Weasley’s overly sweet endearments, Darren felt everything else was quite good.

Especially with the Weasleys’ youngest daughter, Ginny. Ginny was undoubtedly a match for her appearance in the original work.

She was worthy of being called the school beauty.

She would blush every time she saw Harry and Darren, though she could manage to say a few more words to Darren.

She even told Mrs. Weasley that Darren had once given her a candy. ‘Oh, we were once so close!’

Ron exclaimed in surprise.

He had actually never known of Darren’s existence.

“Alright Ron, don’t talk nonsense. Little Darren must have been shy back then; you can’t expect everyone to be like Fred and George!”

Mrs. Weasley poured all the sausages from the pot into Darren’s plate.

“Darling, eat up! After you finish, we’ll go to Diagon Alley to buy books today; the letters arrived this morning.”

Mrs. Weasley took out several thick envelopes and handed them to them one by one.

“Hurry and open them!”

For a moment, there was only the sound of everyone tearing open envelopes.

Inside, besides the school notices, were the lists of books to buy. Most of them were books by Gilderoy Lockhart.

Darren curled his lip; he wasn’t sure if he should just not buy the books, which would save a sum of money.

But thinking about it, it wouldn’t do; if people knew the Savior’s brother was this frugal, some might suspect Harry didn’t give him money to spend.

It didn’t fit his persona.

Forget it, buy them and treat them as storybooks; and according to the original story, these were real stories.

Lockhart just took them and claimed them as his own.

Speaking of which, does Dumbledore really not know Lockhart is a fraud? And Lockhart, a hollow shell, really dares to come to Hogwarts to teach? Is he not afraid of being exposed?

These two are truly a pair—one dares to come, and the other dares to hire.

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