Chapter 1581: Harry, let me take him back!!

"Darren…"

Harry knelt beside Darren, his tears falling continuously.

He thought of what Darren had said to him before about minding the bloodline, and felt a pain in his chest that he couldn't put into words.

He couldn't say a word.

He only knew his younger brother was dead.

And the one who calculated for Darren to die was Dumbledore.

He clearly knew everything, yet he didn't stop it.

He let Darren take Voldemort's soul, and then watched Darren go to his death.

But he did nothing.

He thought Dumbledore was calculating him, but he never expected that Dumbledore was calculating Darren.

His anger swirled in his chest.

He even wanted to take his wand and smash the mask on that old man's face.

"Harry, don't be like this, let me take Darren back…"

It was Hermione.

She said softly.

She gently stroked Darren's face. A smile was still on her face.

Harry let go.

He knew Hermione and the others would be even sadder. They didn't even get to say goodbye to Darren.

Harry turned to look at Voldemort.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were joining forces to continuously hunt down Voldemort.

"The true master of the Elder Wand is Darren!"

Dumbledore suddenly said.

Harry wanted to say that Darren had given the mastership of the Elder Wand to him.

But while Dumbledore was hunting Voldemort, he still had time to turn back and explain: "No, the master of the Elder Wand has always been Darren… it was the Elder Wand that chose Darren.

In the first year, I lent the Elder Wand to Darren to use for a bit, and the Elder Wand recognized him and never wanted to change again.

It has always longed for Darren to hold it in his hands again.

So it changed hands a few times, but its true master is still Darren!"

Dumbledore said, and gave Voldemort another spell.

Voldemort sneered: "What is the point of you saying these things?"

"My point is, the Elder Wand will not go against the wishes of its true master, so…"

Dumbledore stood still.

He shouted: "Expelliarmus!"

Voldemort shouted at the same time: "Avada Kedavra."

Everything was like slow motion.

The wand that sent the Killing Curse flew up.

It turned the direction of the wand.

The Killing Curse hit Voldemort.

Voldemort staggered backward.

Then he fell to the ground and died like all the mortals who had been hit by the Killing Curse.

Voldemort was dead.

His snake face was hollow and blank. Dumbledore got the Elder Wand. A roar resounded through the entire castle.

Some people wept with joy.

But Dumbledore didn't laugh.

He stuffed the Elder Wand into his clothes.

He glanced at Grindelwald, and Grindelwald nodded.

Then he walked to Darren's side.

Hermione was still hugging him tightly.

Dumbledore said softly: "Give him to me! Perhaps I can still make some effort."

"You mean, Darren can still be saved?"

Hermione and many others looked at Dumbledore in shock.

Dumbledore said somewhat hesitantly: "Yes, he can be saved, his soul shouldn't have gone far, but it might need your help…

I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, perhaps you are unwilling, or perhaps he…

himself is unwilling."

Dumbledore looked extremely hesitant. But Hermione grabbed his sleeve.

Tears finally fell from her eyes.

"I can do anything, as long as he can recover, as long as he can wake up!"

"Yes, I can do it too!"

"I can too!"