Chapter 1407

Harry looked at Hagrid's confident face.

He opened his mouth several times, wanting to tell him that Dumbledore was dead.

But he couldn't say a single word.

They rushed to the hospital wing.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey was pacing anxiously.

When she saw Darren, she showed a pained expression.

"He almost died, if you had been a moment later, he definitely would have died... Who on earth did what today?

How could so many things happen? I heard them shouting, saying Death Eaters also came out?

Where is Dumbledore?"

"He..."

Harry opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Hagrid and Madam Pomfrey didn't ask much.

They seemed to have never thought that Dumbledore would have an accident.

Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid focused more of their attention on Darren.

Madam Pomfrey force-fed Darren many potions.

Under her efforts, Darren's face finally had a bit of color.

At this time, Harry heard the lively sounds outside.

Hagrid also regained the desire to talk.

He showed a questioning expression: "Harry, why were you and Darren chasing Snape? I saw you chasing him and fighting, Darren looked like he wanted to kill him, and you too..."

Harry's throat was stuck.

"He killed..."

He couldn't say it.

But someone said the following words for him.

It was Darren.

He had regained consciousness again.

A pained and guilty expression appeared on his face: "He killed Headmaster Dumbledore... Headmaster Dumbledore fell from the tower..."

Hagrid seemed unable to believe it.

He showed a wry expression.

He whispered to Madam Pomfrey, "Did Darren hurt his brain?"

Madam Pomfrey suspected the same.

She force-fed a bottle of potion to Darren.

Darren let her do as she pleased.

Then he suddenly vomited in large mouthfuls.

First those potions, then large mouthfuls of blood.

He said with a bitter smile, "No matter how good Snape's potions are, I won't drink another drop!"

His face returned to being bloodless again.

The places on his body that had just stopped bleeding burst open again.

"You're crazy!"

Madam Pomfrey shouted angrily.

Harry saw Darren struggle to stand up.

His state looked very wrong.

But it also seemed like he had regained his energy.

"Sorry, brother, can you accompany me to see him? I don't believe it either...

What if he isn't dead?"

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Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid looked at each other.

They seemed to think Darren had really gone crazy.

They wanted to stop Darren.

But Harry immediately pulled Darren and dodged them.

He knew what Darren meant.

He wasn't reconciled either.

How could it be?

Dumbledore was still chatting and laughing with them a few hours ago, how could he have been killed by Snape?

Maybe this was just a prank by Dumbledore.

Soon he could stand up, pat his clothes, and say with a smile, "An old man playing a joke, it seems it really scared you young people."

He supported Darren and ran toward the bottom of the tower.

Hagrid chased after them.

"You two stop, you two are too agitated, I think you've received too much shock tonight...

And Darren, if you don't want to drink Snape's potion, Madam Pomfrey has her own brewed potions too!"

Hagrid shouted loudly from behind.

But neither Harry nor Darren looked back.

Hagrid followed them all the way to a place not far from the tower.

It was already surrounded by a crowd.

Many people made gasping sounds.

Hagrid said suspiciously, "This really looks like someone fell from the tower..."

Suddenly, he came to his senses.

He looked at Darren and Harry in horror.

But neither Darren nor Harry looked back at him.

They walked into the crowd.

Everyone who saw them made way for them.

Dumbledore was lying on the lawn with his eyes tightly closed, his half-moon spectacles crooked.

Darren reached out to straighten them for him.

Then he placed his hand on Dumbledore's neck.

There was indeed no heartbeat, and no life.

But that's not very likely!

Logically speaking, if Dumbledore were really dead, Grindelwald would definitely rush over.

But it was clear that Grindelwald hadn't come.

And Dumbledore had made arrangements for today's events.

So was he really dead?

If he wasn't dead, how could he act so realistically?