Chapter 1582

"I have no problem either!"

"…"

Voices rang out one after another.

Only then did Dumbledore truly reveal a smile.

He shook his head and said: "Give him to me first, perhaps you don't need your help, I'll go try first… besides, Harry, you come with me!"

Harry looked at Dumbledore.

He seemed not to have come to his senses yet.

He still hadn't accepted the news that Darren could be saved.

However, after he pinched himself hard, he suddenly looked at Dumbledore excitedly.

"Can Darren really come back to life?"

"Harry, this is just a possibility…"

Dumbledore said softly.

Harry looked at Darren's handsome but lifeless face, and the excitement in his heart disappeared again.

Yes.

It was just a possibility.

Perhaps it was just that Dumbledore was worried that he had no way to help Darren and letting Darren die would cause Dumbledore some trouble, so he said that.

Dumbledore just hated trouble.

Harry laughed bitterly.

His younger brother was just trouble in the eyes of others.

He really wanted to let Dumbledore put Darren down.

Don't toss him around anymore, he was already asleep, let him sleep well.

But he thought of Darren's personality, if Dumbledore wanted Darren's help, Darren definitely wouldn't refuse.

He covered his eyes sorrowfully.

To prevent his tears from falling.

"Let's go, Harry!"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

He walked quickly toward the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and his chair turned into a bed.

He placed Darren on it.

For a moment, Harry thought Darren would open his eyes, look at him groggily, and then smile and call him brother.

But he didn't.

Darren still had his eyes tightly closed.

His eyes were still wearing Harry's ridiculous glasses.

When Harry realized this, his nose felt sore.

"Harry, I'm sorry to let you see such a scene, I think your image of me must be filthy."

Dumbledore laughed.

Harry didn't answer this question.

He looked at Darren and said: "If you can't save Darren, send him out, he needs to stay with Hermione and the others… they miss him very much."

And Remus and the others.

They had already cried bitterly more than once just now.

Even Voldemort's death couldn't save this sorrowful atmosphere.

"Oh, Harry, I still have to tell you, I really have a clue about saving Darren.

Perhaps, you have to wait until I finish telling you everything, then you will understand how we should save him."

Harry shook his head bitterly.

"I don't want to know…"

"No, you should know, let me think, where should I start telling you… let's start from the matter of me letting you go to your death!"

Harry looked at him.

He shook his head.

His gaze fell on Darren again.

"No, the one who died wasn't me, it was…"

He couldn't continue, his tears finally fell.

Hitting the table, then falling to the ground, moistening a small patch of the floor.

"Oh, Harry, you have to listen to me carefully, I did intend to let you go find Voldemort, because I knew you definitely wouldn't die.

Can you know why I thought that?"

Harry didn't want to think.

But he couldn't help but think.

Or rather, he knew the answer without having to think.

The answer was already on his lips.

"Because he took my blood to resurrect!"

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