Chapter 1467

Hermione blurted out.

Then the next second she covered her mouth.

Tears appeared in her eyes.

"Sorry, let's go quickly!"

Harry was silent.

He thought painfully.

If this was the case, they should have let Darren come out alive, instead of them living.

Darren was smarter and stronger than them. He stayed there; even if he was still alive, those people would definitely make him suffer endless torture.

He packed his things mechanically.

Then followed Hermione to Apparate.

"Where is this?"

"This is a forest my parents once brought me to. We'll use spells to hide the surroundings, so maybe they won't find us."

Hermione said sadly.

Then she cast one spell after another.

Harry, under her instruction, placed Ron on the bed inside the tent.

Hermione found some mushrooms.

She couldn't cook, so she could only make some mushroom soup.

But Harry felt that this mushroom soup tasted like drinking some disgusting slurry.

But at this time, they couldn't ask Hermione to make more things for them.

They couldn't cook either.

Night.

Harry sat outside the tent.

He looked at the starry sky outside, a look of confusion on his face.

He had originally thought that after getting the Horcrux, he would definitely be overjoyed, but he couldn't smile at all now.

Darren's life or death was unknown.

A future with no end in sight.

And the pain caused by hunger. Even complaints about everyone.

If Hermione and Ron were faster.

If Hermione hadn't exposed Darren's house... clearly he knew these were all his faults.

But he just couldn't help blaming these mistakes on others. He could now feel the Horcrux beating constantly around his neck.

Holding this thing in his hand, it felt like it had its own heartbeat.

He kept thinking about Darren.

Thinking about those spells engulfing him.

Thinking that even if Darren was still alive, captured by Voldemort, he would definitely be tortured.

His scar stung constantly.

Harry felt unexpected anger, but he couldn't see anything.

"Harry!"

Hermione's voice suddenly came. Harry's train of thought was interrupted.

He turned his head.

Harry thought Hermione was here to comfort him.

But that wasn't it.

Hermione's expression was cold and a bit impatient.

"Alright, it's my turn to keep watch!"

"I can..."

"Go back!"

Hermione said coldly.

Harry could only return to the tent.

At this time, Ron had already gotten better.

His snoring was exceptionally loud.

Harry lay on his lower bunk, his consciousness gradually sinking.

Early the next morning.

When Harry woke up.

He found that Ron had already gotten up and was getting dressed.

His complexion was a bit bad.

Seeing Harry wake up, he nudged his chin toward the outside and said, "She's acting crazy again!"

Harry frowned.

He wanted to say that Hermione had lost Darren, so she must be very sad, not acting crazy.

But Hermione heard this sentence.

She said angrily, "Yes, I'm acting crazy, am I the only one grieving, right? Clearly, it was you who wanted to manage those Muggle-born wizards..."

"Aren't you a Mudblood yourself?"

Harry blurted out.

Hermione's eyes turned red, and she rushed out of the tent.

Harry and Ron became visibly uneasy.

"Mate, you shouldn't have said that to her."

Ron said in a low voice.

Harry knew he hadn't done the right thing.

But for some reason, he suddenly became like this.

Fortunately.

Hermione eventually came back.

But Harry suspected that the reason she came back was that Dementors had surrounded the place.

Because Hermione came back screaming.

"Dementors, Harry, I can't cast the Patronus Charm..."

Hermione said sadly.

Her source of happiness was originally her parents and Darren. Her parents had been sent far away, and Darren's life or death was unknown now.

She had no happiness left.

Harry decided to go himself.

But terrifyingly, he also came back dejected.

"I, I can't cast it, I can't think of the taste of happiness."

Harry looked at the shocked expressions of Hermione and Ron, and he felt a sense of shame.

He began to suspect whether Hermione and Ron were starting to regret it?

They could have slipped away, but they followed him, and now he had lost Darren, and also caused them to end up in this situation.

Harry began to suspect that he was a piece of trash.