Chapter 166: I want to save my brother!!

"I think Snape wants to steal what that three-headed monster we saw last time is guarding!"

Harry mysteriously called Darren, Ron, and Hermione together, stated what had just happened, and reached his own conclusion.

Although Darren had insisted Snape was kind and even brought his book back, he didn't feel for a second that Snape was a good person.

What kindness?

That's just Darren being too kind, seeing everyone as a good person! As for Snape giving him the book back?

Wasn't that what Snape should do?

He had picked on him and taken his book for no reason in the first place; not giving it back voluntarily just showed Snape's cunning mind.

It's just that saying this clearly couldn't gain Darren's agreement.

"Impossible, Professor Snape wouldn't do that kind of thing."

Darren flatly denied Harry's speculation.

After all, with his simple persona, he couldn't possibly believe Snape would do such a thing.

Plus, Snape really didn't do this. He had been righteous from the very beginning of the book.

Harry knew Darren wouldn't believe him. So he hurriedly said: "On Halloween Eve, Ron and I saw him trying to pass by that big dog; if you don't believe me, ask Ron.

I dare to bet with my broomstick that it was Snape who let that monster in, just to divert people's attention.

Darren, you don't know, that day after you were sent to the hospital wing, he was extremely angry; it must be because you killed the troll so quickly, disrupting his plan."

Harry spoke with reason and evidence.

It really looked like it could be true. It was just that Darren almost laughed out loud.

Kid, you lost by betting with your flying broomstick.

In the third book, your flying broomstick will likely be smashed against the Whomping Willow because of your bet.

If Sirius hadn't bought you a Firebolt, you might have had to ride a school broom to catch the Golden Snitch!

So this bet can't be made casually. It's two thousand Galleons!

However, he was a good kid now, a good kid who didn't know the plot.

So he showed an expression of not believing it at all and explained earnestly: "Professor Snape was angry just because I was too reckless; I should have taken you away from there instead of dueling with it.

As for the place where you and Ron saw him wanting to pass the three-headed dog, it should be that he wanted to see if the thing was still there.

After all, the professor is also a teacher at the school, checking things is very normal."

Darren narrated clearly.

It looked like he wanted to persuade Harry and the others. However, Harry and the others didn't believe it at all.

They spoke to Darren in a tone used to coax a child: "Okay, okay, Darren, you're right, so you just stay here and do your homework, we're going out for a bit!"

Darren really wanted to say, are you going out to find a new place to discuss Snape again?

However, remembering his persona, he could only respond and obediently sit in his seat doing homework.

Fortunately, the three of them didn't wait long before returning, and their faces were filled with pity for Darren.

As if Darren had been brainwashed by Snape.

Darren didn't pay attention to their thoughts; after the first year ended, they would naturally understand their mistake.

Perhaps Harry should be worried about his Quidditch match tomorrow. This was Harry's first match.

Darren was very glad that Snape wouldn't let him participate in this sport; after all, he didn't want to be visited like a monkey in front of everyone.

The next morning. The weather was sunny and cold.

Darren saw Harry being dragged to the Quidditch pitch early. He only had time to eat a piece of sausage.

By eleven o'clock.

All the teachers and students of the school were sitting in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

They were holding binoculars, excitedly showing off their past broom-riding experiences to those around them.

This match was a contest between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

So Darren was strongly requested not to go to the Gryffindor side during the match.

Facing the earnest Senior Becky, Darren still nodded honestly and accepted it.

Anyway, if he wanted to run when the time came, who could stop him? On the Quidditch pitch, Marcus, the captain representing the Slytherin team, was shaking hands with Wood of Gryffindor with a sinister smile.

The feeling they gave others was as if they wanted to crush each other's hands.

Fortunately, Madam Hooch blew the whistle.

"The match begins!"

Darren watched with some excitement; a match flying around in the sky really seemed to have some interest.

But the premise was that he wasn't the one going up.

He had just seen Harry's face distorted by the wind.

If Colin from the next grade were here, he might be able to use his camera to take a meme of him. ===== CHAPTER 168 =====