Chapter 139: Please, I beg you!!

“Severus… you cannot go against a student’s wishes, oh, poor little Darren…”

Professor McGonagall muttered at Snape’s back as he carried Darren to the infirmary.

“Alright, Minerva, Severus is just too worried about Darren… the child almost destroyed himself…”

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

“What beautiful affection!”

He sighed deeply.

“I don't think so! Harry is not as sensible as Darren at all.

If he had half the affection for Darren that Darren has for him, he would know how worried Darren would be!”

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly.

She was very angry.

Just half an hour ago, the news that Harry Potter had driven a small green car across half the country had already made the headlines.

Her office had already received hundreds of letters, all asking if they had given Harry Potter special privileges.

Could their children also go to school like that in the future?

And that was just here; it should be even worse for Dumbledore.

“Minerva, children will always make mistakes; only through mistakes can they slowly become perfect people…”

I don't deny that the news of Harry’s disappearance was a huge shock to Darren, but Darren’s incident just now was more because he had been seriously injured before he arrived.

The people from the Ministry of Magic already told me; he saved Lady Nicolas Flamel and suffered a gunshot wound.

They didn't know much about healing, and because Darren insisted on coming to school, they only performed simple treatment before sending him to Hogwarts.

They intended for Poppy to treat Darren further.

So you can't blame Harry entirely; he is just a child…”

Dumbledore said with a smile.

“But that was also a trigger, Dumbledore. You are always right, but I still think Harry and Ron should be taught a lesson!”

Professor McGonagall insisted.

“Yes, yes, Minerva, you decide… I will go see Darren now, and then reply to a few important people.

Of course, if Harry and the others return, remember to notify me. For now, you preside over the Sorting! Those children have already been frightened.

If Darren knew he had frightened these children, he would be very sad and feel terrible…”

“Alright, alright, sigh…”

Professor McGonagall walked toward the Great Hall.

Dumbledore waited until she left before walking quickly toward the infirmary.

At the entrance to the infirmary, Snape was sitting there with his head in his hands.

He looked even more sinister.

Hearing Dumbledore’s footsteps.

He seemed to want to show a mocking smile, but it was very unsuccessful.

It looked more like an expression of someone wanting to kill.

“Severus, relax… Darren is fine…”

“Hah, fine? He suffered a gunshot wound earlier, and now he has ripped open his wounds, had a magical outburst… and a mental breakdown…

If that fool hadn't been worried about others getting hurt and pulled himself back to sanity, he might have died just like that.

Lily is dead; if the child she left behind dies… Dumbledore, tell me, what is the meaning of all these years for me?”

Snape’s voice trembled; Dumbledore understood his feelings.

Because he had also had such a time.

“Darren is not dead, he is very well now. When he wakes up, he will be jumping around again. And you must know, Lily had two children; Harry also has a pair of green eyes, very much like Lily’s…”

Dumbledore helplessly stopped talking under Snape’s look of “are you an idiot?”

With Darren in front of him, who would look at a pair of eyes?

“Then you stay here…”

“No, I will go wait for Harry Potter now. Just as you said, Dumbledore, perhaps I should get closer to that child!”

Dumbledore was speechless.

He wanted to refuse, but Snape was a Hogwarts professor; he couldn't avoid Harry.

Perhaps one could dodge the first day, but not the fifteenth.

“Alright, Severus, don't be too harsh on a child… I remember you and James also had a wonderful school life…

*Cough, cough*, you have blood on your clothes; it must have rubbed off from Darren…”

Dumbledore interrupted himself, hurriedly changing the subject and pointing to the bloodstains on Snape’s clothes.

“Hmph, stupid little brat!”

Snape waved his wand to evaporate the blood and strode out of the infirmary. Harry felt his day was too miserable.

Early in the morning, he had to face the misfortune of Darren being taken away by Nicolas Flamel.

They finally reached King’s Cross Station.

As a result, the whole Weasley family got in, but he and Ron couldn't.

When they pushed their luggage carts to charge, they were actually smashed to the ground.

To make it to Hogwarts.

He and Ron made a bold decision.

They decided to drive the car and fly to Hogwarts.

According to Ron, in an emergency, underage wizards can also use magic.

So the two of them happily made the car fly.

This car could occasionally turn invisible.

At first, the two of them were very excited because there were beautiful clouds everywhere, like a fairyland.

Harry thought that if Darren saw it, he would definitely love it.

So he and Ron watched the clouds while eating toffee.

They could even imagine how jealous Fred and George would be when they parked the car on the Hogwarts lawn.

Darren might be a little angry, but he would be more worried about them.

As long as they were safe, Darren wouldn't say anything.

So what they might see would be a scene of envy and praise.

It was just that this was the initial feeling.

As time went on, they found themselves extremely uncomfortable.

Because they ate too much toffee and had no water to drink.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat, and they were extremely thirsty.

They began to miss life on the train.

But why couldn't they get into Platform 9 and 3/4?

After another hour or so, they became even more irritable.

The car even began to tremble faintly.

The sky was getting darker.

The car was becoming weaker and weaker.

Harry and Ron felt more and more terrified.

Until.

“It seems we’re almost at Hogwarts!”

Ron said in a hoarse voice.

But the car began to tremble non-stop, as if it were about to fall apart.

“I beg you… just let us go down…”

They began to coax the car non-stop, trying to get it to calm down.

“Help us out…”

“We’re almost there!”

“Help!”

“We’re going to fall, ah, Ron, hurry and make it fly!”

“Please… I beg you…”