Chapter 1577

Bang!

Perhaps Voldemort kicked someone. Or perhaps he was pointing at someone with his wand.

That person fell to the ground.

Voldemort shouted: "You, go check, see if he is dead!"

Darren took a quiet look at the person approaching through the faint light.

Just like in the original work, it was still Narcissa.

Darren immediately let his face return to his own appearance.

He didn't know when Voldemort would discover that he had almost killed his own bloodline.

Narcissa's hands turned Darren over to lie flat.

She seemed to want to see if Darren was dead.

But when she saw Darren's face, her eyes almost widened.

She let out a small sob.

Fortunately, in such an environment, no one thought there was anything wrong with her actions.

Narcissa sobbed as she lifted Darren's eyelids, then went to listen to Darren's heartbeat.

When she discovered there was indeed none, a look of despair appeared on her face.

"Is he dead?"

Voldemort asked again.

Narcissa turned her head abruptly to look at Voldemort. Her gaze was full of despair and sorrow.

And a trace of mockery.

"He is dead!"

She said softly.

The Death Eaters finally cheered.

For a time, red and white lights were fired wildly in the Forbidden Forest, and Voldemort shouted loudly.

"See? Harry Potter has finally died at my hands, this time, no one will ever be able to stop me again!"

Narcissa seemed to laugh.

She said in a low voice: "My Lord, what about Darren Potter!"

Voldemort laughed loudly.

"It seems, Lord Voldemort, I must solemnly declare here first, Darren Potter is Lord Voldemort's bloodline.

When this news is told to the wizards, they will understand that Darren Potter will always belong to Lord Voldemort!"

Voldemort laughed loudly. The Death Eaters all cheered. Everyone was full of happy smiles.

Only Narcissa didn't laugh.

She stumbled to Lucius's side.

Lucius hugged her tightly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid…"

Lucius said in a low voice.

But Narcissa didn't say a word.

"Then, next, we will punish this little friend! Voldemort shouted again.

Darren felt himself being thrown into the air. Then he landed on the ground.

This activity was done several times.

Narcissa let out bursts of whimpering.

But she did nothing, she seemed to always want Voldemort to go look at Darren.

"My Lord, won't you take a look at him yourself?"

Narcissa said in a low voice.

Voldemort ignored her.

Even thinking Harry Potter was dead, Voldemort still didn't approach him.

Plus, up to now, the Forbidden Forest was still only illuminated by the bonfire Voldemort and the others had lit, and Darren wearing Harry's glasses didn't make him suspicious at all.

When Darren was thrown up and landed on the ground again, the glasses were crooked…

Jeering laughter resounded in the air.

"Alright, we should go into the castle… let them see what their hero has become, who will carry the corpse… right!"

Voldemort suddenly pointed at Hagrid.

He laughed loudly: "It's you, he is in your arms, he should be very conspicuous, right?

Hagrid, pick up your little friend, make him even more conspicuous… and the glasses, put his glasses on him, make him easier to recognize…"

Hagrid hugged Darren.

He tried to put the glasses on Darren, but his arms stiffened.

Then large drops of tears fell onto Darren's face.

"Walk!"

Someone shouted loudly.

Hagrid stood stiff and didn't move.

Until Voldemort waved his wand, Hagrid was forced to stand up, sobbing.

He hugged Darren even tighter.

Darren thought Hagrid would tell Voldemort who he had killed.

But Hagrid didn't say a word either.

Just kept shedding tears.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay time, we want them to see, see clearly!"

Voldemort shouted loudly.

Hagrid carried Darren through the Forbidden Forest.

When Darren felt the light shining on him through his tightly closed eyes, he estimated that Voldemort would soon discover he had killed his own bloodline.

However, Voldemort still didn't look at his face.

He didn't know if Voldemort had too much of a shadow from Harry.

He didn't even dare to look at the face after killing someone…

Darren was speechless.

He continued to wait.

"Stop!"

Voldemort finally said.

Hagrid's body staggered, then stopped.

But he still held Darren firmly.

Someone walked past Hagrid.

It was Voldemort.

Voldemort stood in front of Hagrid.

Then he said loudly: "Harry Potter is dead, he was killed while fleeing, while you were sacrificing your lives for him, he was only concerned with fleeing.

To prove to you that he is dead, I have brought his corpse to you.

We have won, we have defeated your resistance, and we have also killed Harry Potter.

Next, you need to come out kneeling, you must kneel before me and submit to me.

As for Darren Potter, if you are awake, then I will give you a chance, a chance for you to fight me fairly.

If you lose, then like them, submit to me!"

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