Chapter 1637: Side Story—Snape

Snape didn't take this farce to heart at all.

Lucius was an aristocrat; he wouldn't find anything he did strange.

As long as that friend wasn't him, it was fine.

As for Lily... how could that be possible? Snape shook his head.

He returned to his residence.

But things weren't over; he received another notice that Darren had invented a new antidote.

It could cure over three hundred types of poisons.

Except for wolfsbane, it had excellent effects on others.

A genius!

This was truly a genius!

If Lily had married him, perhaps the child they had would have been just like Darren.

It was even exactly what he had hoped for.

Having a face similar to Lily's, having noble character like Lily's, and having his own talent.

Dumbledore even recommended him for the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Why wasn't this child his?

Snape covered his face bitterly.

In the blink of an eye, school started.

He noticed that Harry Potter and Darren hadn't arrived.

He was bored and dazed.

What had Harry Potter dragged Darren off to do now? He hoped it wasn't trouble.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw Darren sneaking in from outside. Upon noticing his attention, the brat hurriedly lowered his head in guilt.

Hmph.

It was just being late, could he really be angry?

He turned elsewhere to avoid making the brat nervous.

But as soon as he looked away, the brat's sorrowful voice rang out.

"Please, tell me, where is my brother?"

Harry Potter was such a big person, could he really be lost? Snape thought to himself.

Then he heard Draco say that Harry Potter was flying in a car in the sky, and he was stunned.

He hurriedly grabbed the Daily Prophet that Lockhart had left aside.

Front page headline.

Harry Potter driving a flying car, or Hogwarts privilege.

What a show-off brat!

Snape watched with irritation.

Compared to that reckless brat, and then looking at Darren, who was fearfully begging others to tell him where his brother was, it was like a joke!

Just as Snape was silently complaining, he suddenly heard screams from the Slytherin house.

"Head of House, Darren is bleeding!"

"Professor, Darren..."

"Professor, save Darren quickly!"

These voices came one after another.

He rushed down and arrived at Darren's side.

The brat was covered in blood, his eyes hollow as he looked ahead, murmuring and calling for his brother.

And a powerful force was spreading from his body.

"Potter!"

He shouted almost subconsciously.

Was he tired of living?

"You're crazy! Relax... Potter! Darren... calm down..." He couldn't help Darren suppress it; it had to rely on Darren himself.

But looking at his delirious state, Snape didn't even know if he would die.

Until.

"Darren Potter... the Great Hall has been blown up by you, there will likely be students dying, are you willing?"

He said in the brat's ear.

He felt that perhaps this was the only way to save him.

Sure enough.

The brat gradually regained his reason.

Only his mind was full of worry about others getting hurt, worry about the Professor, worry about his classmates, worry about Harry Potter... his face was as pale as paper.

Finally, he sat dejectedly on the ground with red eyes; although he wasn't crying, it made people's hearts tremble.

Snape saw several Slytherin girls shedding tears.

That Gryffindor know-it-all girl even wanted to run over to help the brat, but was stopped by the Professor beside her.

They were worried the brat would lose control again.

Especially since the brat had started to sink into his own emotions again, sitting blankly in place, which was shocking to behold.

"Potter, drink this!"

Snape walked cautiously to his side and took out a potion for him.

He still held his wand in his hand, deciding that if Darren were at risk of losing control again, he would knock him out directly.

Perhaps dragging Harry Potter over to explain would be best.

Fortunately, after he called out, it seemed to interrupt Darren's thoughts. Even when his mind wasn't very clear, he recognized his potion.

Snape snorted, his expression gradually improving.

Before the brat could react, he took the potion and poured it into him.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The brat let out violent coughs, and then Snape saw many condemning gazes.

Quite a few girls even glared at him boldly.

Hah, he remembered them.

After school started, these people would all have points deducted!

When sending the brat to the hospital wing, Snape could still hear Professor McGonagall's voice, which carried a hint of heartache.

"Severus... you cannot go against a student's wishes, oh, poor little Darren..."

Hmph, if he hadn't poured the potion into that guy, that would be the real "poor little Darren"! ===== CHAPTER 1639 =====