Chapter 1579

Not a single person spoke.

Voldemort didn't care.

He looked at Hagrid and said: "Come over, stand at the very front, I want everyone to see!"

Darren opened his eyes a crack.

He saw that Nagini had already been released from the cage by Voldemort.

Hagrid sobbed loudly.

He hugged Darren silently and stood at the very front.

Darren didn't intend to kill Nagini now, after all, Voldemort was right here.

Voldemort hadn't even looked at his face, probably still on guard against him.

Worried that he was playing dead.

So he was also waiting for Harry to come over.

The Death Eaters were still moving forward, they should be very close to the castle.

And many footsteps could be heard inside the castle.

Finally.

It was Harry's voice.

He stood there with a pale face.

He saw Darren being held in Hagrid's arms.

This time it made him understand even more than the last time he saw Darren fall into the Veil with his own eyes.

Darren was dead.

He would never ignore him again.

He had finally completely lost this younger brother.

"No!"

Professor McGonagall shouted painfully.

The cry was like weeping blood.

Then came the sound of Bellatrix's hysterical laughter.

Harry laughed miserably.

He stumbled toward the outside.

At this time, Voldemort was mocking: "Quiet, it's over, he is already dead, Harry Potter…"

His voice stopped.

Because he saw Harry walking out of the castle.

He subconsciously said: "Darren? You disguised yourself as Harry Potter…"

Harry almost wanted to laugh.

He laughed wretchedly and said: "You could think of him disguising himself as me, why didn't you look at him carefully?"

Voldemort turned his head abruptly to look.

He saw Hagrid placing Darren, who had restored his own face, on the ground.

For a moment, he didn't even know what day it was.

He couldn't even tell where he was now.

He had once thought Darren was just an accessory, a work of his that was considered outstanding.

But when this work disappeared, he felt he was actually in pain.

"Accio Sorting Hat!"

Harry shouted.

The Sorting Hat flew out of the castle.

Harry smiled and put on the hat, it went smoother than ever before.

The Sword of Gryffindor fell into his hand.

He drew the sword, and while Voldemort was still in disbelief, he chopped off Nagini's neck with one stroke.

Then he lay on the ground and laughed and cried crazily.

"Darren!"

Someone rushed in from outside the castle.

There were many, many people.

No one cared anymore whether they would fight again.

But screams continued to ring out.

Darren had intended to stand up, but he immediately sensed the auras of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Good guy.

He was working his life away here, while these two were together enjoying romance.

So he remained motionless, waiting to see what kind of tricks Dumbledore and the others would pull.

After all, he was already dead, they wouldn't still make him work, right? And…

A thought arose in Darren's heart.

Perhaps, he should take this opportunity to confirm his relationship with his many girlfriends—Darren's eyes rolled, and he immediately bought a transformation card.

Hmm, wait for Dumbledore to appear, and use it on Dumbledore…

"Hagrid, give Darren to me, give Darren to me, don't let anyone step on him!"

Someone shouted loudly.

Harry finally reacted. He just crawled up from the ground. He wanted to go to Hagrid's side. But fighting had broken out all around.

Voldemort was still standing in place.

Seeming unable to accept this fact either.

Finally.

A crystal-clear tear fell from Voldemort's snake eyes.

"It seems, Tom, you finally know what love is, right?"

Dumbledore's voice sounded.

Harry looked up abruptly.

He saw Dumbledore and Grindelwald both standing in front of Voldemort—the scene erupted in bursts of exclamations and cheers.

After all, Dumbledore and Grindelwald should both be dead.

But they were standing here completely unharmed.

"Why aren't you dead? Do you have Horcruxes too?"

Voldemort finally looked at Dumbledore with a grave expression.

He gripped his wand tightly.

Then he glanced at Darren.

He retreated to Hagrid's side, looking coldly at Dumbledore.

"Since we have all used Dark Magic, Dumbledore, you are no more noble than I am. Lord Voldemort is not willing to haggle with you, as long as you let Lord Voldemort take away his own bloodline…"

Voldemort said hesitantly.

Dumbledore laughed.

"Upon learning that Darren had your bloodline, I was indeed stunned at the time.

But after our investigation during this period, we discovered that Darren has your bloodline, he also has Lucius's bloodline, and also Narcissa's bloodline.

And many Death Eaters' bloodlines, of course, there are also my and Grindelwald's bloodlines, and even Snape's bloodline…"

"However, it's just that there is more of our bloodlines, the others' bloodlines are very thin, very thin…"

Dumbledore explained with a smile.

This left many people stunned.

Because they had no idea that Darren possessed so many people's bloodlines.

Even Voldemort was shocked.

"He, how could he…"

"It is very obvious, at that time after Lily was tortured by you, the child in her belly was urgently lacking magic power.