Chapter 160: Snape wants to kill someone!!

Darren rushed out of the toilet stall and activated the Obscurus.

Powerful power surged into his body.

"Impedimenta!"

"Stupefy!"

"Incendio!"

Because he had seen Becky's attack method, as soon as Darren saw the troll, he picked up his wand and started a combo.

The troll's roar echoed in the basement.

"Darren!"

Harry's voice came, and then a pile of stones, wood, and such were thrown at the troll.

Darren took a moment to turn his head and look.

Sure enough, Harry and Ron were anxiously picking up things on the ground and throwing them at the troll, seemingly wanting to lure the troll to them.

Darren noticed that Harry even threw his wand as a heavy object; the troll was indeed attracted by them.

Compared to Darren's intense attack, Harry and Ron's side was like children playing house.

It relied on its unintelligent brain and still felt that it would be more comfortable going there. Seeing the troll's movement, Darren immediately ran over and pushed the two away.

"Harry, Ron, you guys move aside, I can do it!"

Darren revealed his pale face and exhausted body, but still stood firmly in front of Harry and Ron.

【Ding, Saint value +100】

【Ding, Saint value +100】

【Ding, Saint value +100】

Three notifications.

Clearly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were already moved to the point of tears.

Of course, what Darren was happiest about was filling the loss he had just incurred from using the Obscurus.

He didn't expect to be able to brush Saint value in the middle of a task.

Cough.

No need to think about these things in a hurry.

Darren had more important things to do.

One minute.

In about a minute, someone would come.

He had to deal with this guy as soon as possible.

And he had to show his heroism and fearlessness.

And he didn't have the Saint value to use the Obscurus for the next minute.

Darren narrowed his eyes.

He found that the troll had thick skin and flesh, and the effect of the spells was not very good.

He missed Senior Sister Becky's spherical bomb a little.

"Incarcerous!"

"Depulso!"

"Impedimenta!"

"Shadow of Death!"

When using the last spell, Darren himself was stunned for a moment.

Because this was not a spell he knew, but a spell he had thought of himself during the spell-casting process.

The spell effect was extremely good.

The troll acted as if it had seen something terrifying, and then went crazy, harming itself.

"Shadow of Death!"

"Incarcerous!"

"Ten Thousand Wands!"

This...

Darren was stunned.

He had just created another "Ten Thousand Wands" spell.

It was all something he thought of casually.

And after chanting it, it was as if ten thousand wands were aimed at the troll.

Then it was a bomb-like effect.

The troll's body was blown with dense blood holes, looking thrilling.

It's over, it's over.

He knew that having a high Dark Magic talent would definitely be a problem.

This was simply ridiculously high.

Looking at his character panel again.

God, his Dark Magic talent had actually increased to 50 on its own.

The system said that one's own efforts would also increase talent.

But... was talent that easy to increase?

Darren didn't even need to pay attention to the footsteps now.

With such a big commotion, even a dead person should have been blown awake.

The enemy would arrive on the battlefield in five seconds.

"Harry, Ron, you guys take Hermione and go first..."

Children, give you a chance.

If you leave quickly, you might be able to avoid a certain professor's anger.

"Then what about you!"

Harry rushed towards Darren, only to find that his face was pale, just like those ghosts.

"Darren, how are you now? You... Darren! Darren!"

Harry hugged Darren, who had already lost consciousness, and called his name in terror.

He wouldn't die.

Darren wouldn't die.

"You, how dare you? You should be thankful... Darren!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Darren, who had already lost consciousness, in shock.

She closed her mouth, summoned a stretcher with a serious face, put Darren on it, and sent him to the school infirmary urgently.

"Professor, Darren, Darren he won't be okay... right?"

Harry asked, choking.

His heart was filled with huge unease.

"Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter also worries about others?"

A sarcastic voice came; Harry looked up and saw it was Snape.

His expression was very strange, as if he was furious to the extreme, but was suppressing it with calmness, or as if he was in the pain of having lost everything.

"Severus..."

Harry noticed that Dumbledore looked very serious; he almost stood in front of Snape, as if Snape was going to kill him.

"Oh oh oh, my dear children, Darren will be fine."

Dumbledore tried his best to smile, but the smile was a bit forced.

Until a silver cat rushed in front of Dumbledore, and after Dumbledore seemed to have listened to something, he smiled sincerely.