Chapter 173

It also clearly wrote down the steps to cast the magic. Relying on Darren's Dark Arts talent.

He only read it once and felt he had already learned it completely. Could this be Dumbledore testing him?

The hand Darren was holding the book with was trembling slightly.

He was thinking about whether it was possible to farm Saint Father points from prisoners in Azkaban. Clearly, impossible.

Those people might not even have humanity left, could they be moved? But he also thought it through.

This shouldn't be Dumbledore's handiwork.

No matter how suspicious Dumbledore was, he couldn't possibly give him such a thing. So the person who gave him this thing should be Voldemort.

Damn! Really ruthless!

What exactly does this guy mean?

And does Dumbledore know that Voldemort gave him this thing? No, must hand it over immediately!

Darren hurriedly put on his clothes, flipped through the book quickly, and then rushed toward Dumbledore's office.

He guaranteed.

He was definitely politically correct! At most, he would learn it for self-protection.

Arriving in front of the two ugly stone statues, Darren tried all the passwords for Dumbledore he had seen in the original book, and then passed through at "Fizzing Whizbees." "Hmm? Child, shouldn't you be unwrapping your gifts at this time?"

Dumbledore asked in confusion.

Darren hurriedly handed the book in his hand to him and said: "Professor, I don't know who sent this to me in the form of a gift this morning. I flipped through it and found it was full of terrifying Dark Arts, so I hurried to send it to you."

"Good child, don't worry, I probably know who sent it, it's just... why?"

Dumbledore opened the book.

His blue eyes flashed with wise light. It seemed he guessed who sent it to Darren at once.

It was just that he was also troubled by another problem.

That was, why would that person give Darren such a book? Was it to guide Darren onto that path?

Or did that person also discover Darren's similar experience? His face looked bad.

But he still squeezed out a smile and said:

"Don't be afraid, child, I think I already know the purpose of this person sending you this book; he might want to lead you astray, toward the path of immortality he believes in."

Immortality?

Darren recalled a bit.

It didn't seem to mention Horcruxes, so how could this be called immortality?

But thinking of his Saint Father persona, of course, he believed whatever Dumbledore said.

So he just tilted his head and asked curiously: "After a person dies, can't they have immortality?"

Dumbledore was speechless.

He rubbed his forehead helplessly and explained to him: "My child, that is called 'long death,' not immortality; immortality means living for a long time."

"That's so boring."

Darren curled his lips; he was indeed interested in the world after death in the wizarding world. After Sirius Black died, Harry once asked the Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick. Nick said that wizards could choose to return to the human world.

But very few wizards chose this path.

That means there is an unknown path after a wizard dies. Maybe he could really go and see.

Of course, that's all for the future... now he still wanted to live well.

So he scratched his hair embarrassedly, showed a cute smile, and said: "So that's how it is, but I'm still young! I'm not interested in these."

"Yes, yes, he miscalculated one thing, which is that you are still a child!"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. Then he said with an even kinder smile:

"Child, don't take this matter to heart, go and enjoy your Christmas, at this time, Harry should also be awake."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore, goodbye! Wish you a Merry Christmas!"

【Ding, Saint Father points +80】

"Oh, my child, you too, Merry Christmas."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

When Darren was walking from the headmaster's office toward Gryffindor, he found that Harry had already come to find him.

"Darren, where did you run off to? God, this sweater looks great on you!"

Ron looked in confusion at Darren, who was wrapped in a sweater, wearing a thick scarf, and had his hands tightly wrapped in a pair of wool gloves.

He didn't quite understand what was great about it. So he asked.

"Of course it's that Darren knows how to protect himself, how great is that?"

Harry had the look of a brother whose younger brother had grown up, which slightly disgusted Ron. But he was a bit jealous.

Because his brothers only knew how to mock him.

When he was a child, on his birthday, they even turned his doll into a spider. Becoming his childhood nightmare.

Of course, he felt he couldn't do as thoughtful a job as Darren.

Thinking of what it would be like if he stood up and called Fred and George "brother," Ron almost threw up.

"Darren, did you see the cat I bought you?"

Harry looked at Darren with a smile.

Darren touched his arms with his hand, and a cute milky-white kitten appeared in his hand.

"Its name is Lezi!"

"Lezi? It's a lady!"

Harry touched Lezi's cat head in shock. Lezi turned over and continued to sleep in Darren's palm. Well, he suddenly felt this name was quite appropriate.

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