Chapter 1303

"Exactly, that is also Severus's worry, so he will delay telling You-Know-Who this news as much as possible.

Even if Voldemort knows Darren is back, he will do his best to make Voldemort think that Darren is currently receiving treatment at Hogwarts, not St. Mungo's.

But because of this, Severus will take a great risk; if Voldemort finds out everything, he will punish Severus.

So, Harry, don't be reckless!"

Dumbledore said sternly.

Harry could only nod.

Tonks also stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

She hurriedly said: "I have to go, it's too late today, I won't disturb you anymore."

"Stay a bit longer..."

"No, no, I can't disturb you anymore, you know the reason..."

Tonks waved her hand.

She nodded at Dumbledore, then disappeared outside the door.

"This child, really..."

Mrs. Weasley was a bit annoyed.

However, she still held onto Dumbledore and Harry.

"What would you like to drink tonight? Lemonade? Tea? Wine?"

"No, Molly, I won't go in, I still have things to do... Also Harry, remember my words, we'll see you at Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore nodded.

Then he also disappeared outside the door. Mrs. Weasley shook her head helplessly.

She could only look at Harry.

"Good heavens, Harry, you've grown taller this summer; you and Ron are the same, you look like you've been hit by a Stretching Charm.

I don't know if Darren has grown taller; his current situation is indeed very bad.

But if you ask me, they shouldn't have put him in St. Mungo's; the school infirmary would clearly be better.

I believe in Poppy's medical skills; if it were Poppy, she definitely wouldn't have let Darren stay in a coma for so long without waking up."

Mrs. Weasley complained. Harry smiled awkwardly.

He felt that Darren's coma might not be a problem with St. Mungo's.

Darren had once told him that he suspected Snape had put the latest type of Draught of Living Death in his potion; one sip and you would sleep for a long time.

This was very possible.

Snape always liked to make Darren drink those massive amounts of potions.

He had once seen many scenes of him force-feeding Darren potions in Snape's memories.

However, at that time, he thought Snape was poisoning Darren.

Speaking of which, Darren actually acted for a whole year, and he didn't notice at all.

And now that he thought about it, Darren's story was indeed full of holes, but at the time, he really didn't discover anything.

Harry felt a bit guilty.

This perhaps also showed from another angle that he really didn't pay enough attention to Darren last year.

"By the way, Harry, are you hungry?"

Mrs. Weasley suddenly asked.

Harry felt extremely hungry.

During the summer holidays, for a whole month, he hadn't had the appetite to eat much.

He was so thin now that, in Aunt Petunia's words, he looked like a telegraph pole.

"Child, hurry and sit down! I'll get you something to eat."

Harry sat in the kitchen.

He took out Lezi and tried to feed it cat food again. But Lezi had no reaction.

"Good heavens, Darren's little cat has become like this!"

Mrs. Weasley said in surprise.

Harry hurriedly explained: "It hasn't seen Darren for a long time; it doesn't eat or drink, and it doesn't even sleep, it's just like..."

Harry choked up a bit.

He wanted to say, just like him; they both felt that life was empty, as if they had lost the most important person.

Even if he didn't clearly know that his life was exchanged for by Darren, perhaps his performance wouldn't be as good as Lezi's!