Chapter 1427: Trash, a bunch of trash!!

Darren had, of course, discovered it.

But he didn't think there was much need to surrender.

Because he still had a way to go back.

Therefore, he carefully examined these little guys.

These little guys squeezed him tightly.

He could only wave his wand slightly now.

They squeezed him so firmly that if he were to Apparate now, he would very likely take them all with him.

He felt that he had actually changed quite a bit of the plot.

After all, in the original work, Voldemort didn't make these things.

"It's very simple for me to go back; at any moment just now, I could have conjured a Portkey to return..."

Darren said, looking at Voldemort.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment.

He seemed not to know what Darren was trying to do.

But Darren was already laughing.

"It's been forty minutes now, I think Brother should have reached the destination."

"Harry Potter!"

Voldemort looked at Darren, his eyes even more bloodshot, as if he were about to explode with rage.

"So, you spent so much time just to delay time for Harry Potter?

Then, are you planning to submit now? Or are you prepared to be eaten by these creatures?"

Voldemort asked coldly.

Darren looked at him and said: "Naturally, neither. I don't plan on dying now.

So... Reducto!"

Darren chanted at half of his own body.

Half of his body almost turned into blood spray.

Those creatures instinctively pounced on Darren's blood spray.

Voldemort was almost furious.

He laughed in anger.

"You actually ruin your own bloodline like this."

"Then, goodbye!"

Darren raised his wand.

He disappeared from where he was.

Voldemort watched his figure leave coldly.

Then he waved his wand.

Those creatures disappeared.

Only some blood spray remained in the air.

Voldemort waved his wand again, and the blood spray was collected into a bottle and stuffed into his pocket.

Then he turned his head to look at his Death Eaters and cursed: "Trash, a bunch of trash!"

Harry had been waiting in the garden.

Half an hour later.

The Portkey grew hot.

He finally left Privet Drive.

Then he entered Grimmauld Place again.

Here, Sirius was pacing anxiously.

When he saw Harry, he revealed a smile.

"Let's go, let's go inside first!"

They stepped into the fireplace.

"Oh my god, Harry, you finally made it, was the journey safe?"

Mrs. Weasley rushed over.

She hugged Harry.

Harry didn't have time to be shy.

He hurriedly asked: "Are Darren and the others back?"

"No, they haven't returned yet..."

Mrs. Weasley had just said.

Then a Darren suddenly appeared from the air.

"Molly, it's me!"

Moody nodded.

Then he saw Harry and revealed a smile.

"Very good, very good, I think if Darren knew you were back, he would be very happy!"

Harry was full of worry.

"How is he now?"

"Before I left, I saw him pretending to be defeated and being captured by those Death Eaters. Oh, this is necessary; he must delay time for you. If the Death Eaters aren't made to think they've caught you, they will suspect you are still there."

Moody said seriously.

Immediately after, Hermione and Ron also returned.

After that were Tonks, Fleur, and Lupin and the others.

Fred and George returned with hoarse voices.

"Mom, hurry and get us some water, we seem to have swallowed a firework..."

"You two idiots, can you even swallow fireworks?"

Mrs. Weasley shouted loudly.

Moody tapped the table.

"Oh, Molly, don't shout, they made a great contribution, they got a whole bottle of potion, that must be enough for Darren to get rid of Snape's potion..."

Darren was right, Snape indeed had a way to deal with him; if he had gone without preparation this time, he would have been captured by the Dark Lord without any strength. Harry was dumbfounded.

"What potion?"

"Oh, Potter, I don't really want to explain, you can wait, wait until Darren comes back and let him tell you. I think he should be back soon.

He said he would control it to return in forty-plus minutes.

This can delay the most time for you."

Harry's heart sank.