Chapter 1350

When they saw Darren and the others nod.

He started singing loudly.

It was exactly the song Slytherin had composed for him.

Weasley is our King.

Romilda Vane, who was passing by, laughed out loud.

She seemed to think Ron was very interesting.

This was a chubby Gryffindor girl.

Ron once thought she was a bit fat.

But this time, his face turned red.

Darren suspected something was going on.

Sure enough, at the Gryffindor celebration party.

Ron and Romilda Vane were kissing passionately.

"Have they been like that the whole time?"

Darren looked at Ron and that girl incredulously.

"It's very normal. Romilda Vane has noticed Ron for a long time. She likes to collect outstanding Quidditch players, so this time, Ron successfully caught her attention."

Hermione said with a smile, holding a wine glass. She handed Darren a glass of wine.

Darren drank a few sips with a smile.

Then he saw several girls surrounding Harry, seemingly with the intention of developing something.

Hermione knew his confusion, and she giggled again and said: "They want Harry to take them to Slughorn's party, where there will be a dance... they can meet many big shots."

After all, these girls are girls who are good at..."

"Socializing," look, Ginny is the same, there are always boys wanting to get close to her...

Drink another glass, taste this, this taste is also quite good!"

Hermione saw that the wine glass in Darren's hand was empty.

She handed Darren another glass. Darren took a sip.

The taste was good.

He drank it in one gulp again.

Then Hermione handed him a stronger whiskey. Darren stared at this glass of whiskey, suddenly suspecting Hermione's intention. He tasted a few sips.

Then he drank it in one gulp again.

"Then, try this again..."

Hermione brought another glass.

Darren didn't want to drink anymore.

He leaned back on the sofa and started rubbing his head, looking as if he was about to fall asleep.

Then, he seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it had been, when he was wondering if he was overthinking, he felt a soft lip print on his lips.

Deep and full of guilt and tearful coldness.

The sweet wine aroma fermented in his mouth.

The intertwined taste was intoxicating.

Then he heard Harry's voice; he seemed extremely shocked.

"You, you guys..."

"I don't need you to care, go away!"