Chapter 1521

He went to summon Griphook.

By this time, Darren was already waiting for Griphook inside the room.

He got straight to the point: "I need to enter Bellatrix's vault at Gringotts. You might be able to help me. Tell me whatever you need, and don't hold back!"

"Gringotts is not a place just anyone can break into!"

Griphook said angrily.

Darren looked into his eyes.

"Don't make me lose my temper. If goblins don't intend to help either side of the wizards, then perhaps their entire race might as well disappear!"

"What do you mean? Are you threatening the goblins?"

"That's right, I am threatening the goblins!

You know my strength. I think the war between me and the Dark Lord is a toss-up. No matter which one of us wins, I don't think the goblins will have a good outcome.

But now, as long as you stand on my side, perhaps I can help the goblins return to their former status.

If you insist on not helping us, then we will use other methods, such as house-elves. Don't you think house-elves are even more capable of handling vault work?"

Griphook looked at him in shock.

"You—you actually compare house-elves to us goblins?"

"In my heart, I consider house-elves much nobler than you.

If you cannot defeat us and are forced to become vassals to wizards, why shouldn't we choose some that are more obedient and well-behaved?"

Darren's words left Griphook stunned.

He had thought Darren was the kind of kind and simple person from the legends; after all, at Peter Pettigrew's funeral, Darren had seemed quite guileless.

How had he become so calculating now?

"Are you really Darren Potter?"

Darren chuckled softly.

"If you had to rely on acting in front of others every single day for a year just to survive, you would grow up quickly too!"

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At this moment.

Hermione let out a sob.

Clearly, she had already imagined what kind of life Darren had been living at school.

Just thinking about it made her feel pained.

"I will give you a few more days to consider this matter. I hope it can be soon; I don't want to put Dobby at risk.

But if it comes to a point where there is no other choice, I might make some decisions that you won't be happy about!"

Darren said earnestly.

Then he strode out of the room.

Harry and the others hurriedly followed him out.

"Can we really use house-elves?"

Harry asked curiously.

Darren sighed.

"I don't know either. I don't really want Dobby to take such risks at his age, so I haven't tried it at all.

I was just bluffing him. In truth, I have no certainty of winning, but brother, believe me, I will find a way to let more people survive!

As for me, if I really die, brother, just give me your blessing! Bless me as I walk onto another unknown path..."

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

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【Ding...】

Harry's eyes turned red.

Hermione's eyes were filled with tears.

She covered her mouth.

They finally understood why Darren didn't seem to care much about Grindelwald's death.

He wasn't numb.

He just felt that he would soon be walking down that same path.

He likely didn't think he would survive this war.

Harry wanted very much to comfort him.

But he knew that at a time like this, saying anything was useless.

Not to mention, he didn't even know if he himself would survive.

"Alright, next, we should go find Ollivander to learn about brother's wand."

Darren said, looking at them.

Then they walked into Ollivander's room.

"Hello, it has been a long time since we last met in our fourth year," Darren said softly.

Ollivander said gratefully: "Thank you for your generosity..."

"No need for that. If you are truly grateful to us, then please help my brother see if his wand can still be repaired.

If it cannot be repaired, then see if it can be made again!"

Darren took the wand that Harry had brought out, which was shattered beyond recognition.

"Holly and phoenix feather... very beautiful, flexible!"

Ollivander looked at the wand in his hand, a look of regret appearing on his face.

"I have no way to repair it. Based on my existing knowledge, once a wand is damaged to this extent, there is no way back."

A trace of sadness appeared on Harry's face.

He had actually known this for a long time, but he had still been holding onto a glimmer of hope.

"Then can you make another one for me?"

"Child... I am severely injured, and furthermore, the Ministry of Magic controls those materials for wand-making. I have nothing now; I cannot make it."

Darren sighed softly.

He handed his own wand to Harry again.

"Why don't you continue using my wand, brother? I can perform wandless magic anyway."

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