Chapter 228

Because the Devil's Snare liked him, it wrapped all its vines around Darren. Almost in the blink of an eye, the place where Darren was became a cocoon.

"It ate Darren!"

Ron screamed in terror. Harry almost went up to fight for his life, but was stopped by Hermione. She said anxiously, "Don't be stupid, you two, Devil's Snare doesn't eat people, it's just a plant, I've read about it in books!"

"Oh, I'm so glad that at a time like this, you remembered its description!"

Ron said sarcastically.

He looked at Darren, who was tightly wrapped inside the Devil's Snare, and tears were almost falling.

"Even if Darren isn't eaten, he will die of suffocation!"

Harry struggled to go and save Darren.

He could not allow his younger brother to die in a place like this.

"Enough, I remember now, Devil's Snare likes dark and damp..."

"Then burn it with fire!"

"But there are no matches here!"

"Are you even a wizard? What do you need matches for?"

Hermione suddenly realized, and hurriedly waved her wand.

A blue flame shot from the tip of her wand. The temperature gradually rose.

The vines of the Devil's Snare hurriedly recoiled; they struggled to retreat from this high-temperature environment.

A moment later, only Darren was left in place.

"Darren!"

Harry hurriedly rushed over.

Only then did Darren slowly open his eyes.

His pale cheeks had not a shred of color, but he still revealed a warm smile.

"I'm fine, Brother. Thank you, Hermione, and of course Ron, if it weren't for you reminding Hermione, I might have died..."

His smile was teasing, but everyone knew he didn't have a shred of mockery in his meaning.

"Darren... how are you now?"

Hermione hurriedly stepped forward to support Darren.

The expression on her face was as if Darren were about to die.

"I'm fine, really fine, I just couldn't catch my breath for a moment, I'm better now!"

Darren jumped up and down vigorously to show his health.

"Darren, you jump really high!"

Ron said with envy.

Darren hurriedly shook his head and said, "Although I jump high, I was still saved by you, Ron. You forgot, it was you who reminded Hermione!"

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

After being moved, Ron felt a bit embarrassed.

"No, I just reminded Hermione; maybe she would have thought of it in a moment."

"But maybe I would have died by then. Thank you, Ron!"

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

Ron was clearly quite moved.

No one had ever praised him like this, especially not so solemnly. Darren was the first.

Sure enough, Darren was just like Hermione said, like an angel. So he pushed Hermione aside, leaned close to Darren, and said excitedly, "Darren, come play at our house this summer! And bring Harry too. My mom will definitely love you; I can already imagine the scene.

She will call you 'little cutie,' 'little Daren,' and she'll even make clothes for you..."

Uh.

Darren could also imagine this scene.

He imagined the scene of Mrs. Weasley calling him "little Daren" and suddenly felt a bit nauseous.

He remembered that in the original work, Dudley seemed to be called that by Aunt Petunia.

"Um, I don't think that's a good suggestion. The scene of Darren being called 'little Daren' makes me get goosebumps just thinking about it!"

Harry also leaned over, squeezing between Hermione and Ron, quickly refuting Ron's statement.

Darren turned to look at Hermione and found that this lady's eyes were already emitting a dangerous glow.

In order not to cause a conflict here underground, Darren hurriedly said, "Alright, Brother and I should be going to your house this summer, but it depends on Brother's arrangements. You know, I listen to Brother."

"But now, have you forgotten where we are?"

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

Harry nodded happily.

Clearly, Darren saying he listened to his arrangements gave Harry a lot of face.

However, he also realized that they needed to find the Sorcerer's Stone now, because Snape had clearly already entered, and it was even possible they would need to face Snape directly...

Harry took a deep breath. Hermione's anger gradually dissipated.

"Listen, what is that sound ahead?"

Hermione suddenly said.

She tilted her head to listen to the sound there.

But she didn't need to describe it, because Darren and the others also heard these sounds—it was a rustling and clinking sound.

"Is it a ghost?"

Harry guessed.

"I don't know, but it sounds like the flapping of wings."

Darren answered in a low voice.

So they quickened their pace. They arrived at the end of the corridor.

This was a brightly lit room with a high, vaulted ceiling.

And countless small birds, as dazzling as jewels, were flying around here.

"What beautiful little birds."

Ron exclaimed in admiration.

"Don't be stupid, these are keys!"

Hermione stared at one carefully and answered casually.

Then she heard Darren, who was walking behind everyone, sigh and say, "What beautiful birds, it's like a grand celebration, revealing the top-tier feast in the morning light."

Ron was just about to say: See, Darren also thinks they are birds. Then he heard Hermione say in a sweet, sugary voice, "Darren, you are so literary. If possible, I would really like to have dinner and breakfast with you in such an environment."

"Hermione, have you forgotten? We've already had dinner, and breakfast is still a few hours away."

"Then breakfast!"

"But for breakfast, we must be at..."

Ron received a glare from Hermione.

So he swallowed the last words he wanted to say: Breakfast has to be eaten at the various house tables.

Harry and the others had already noticed that Slytherin did not allow Darren to leave during meals, especially to go to the Gryffindor table to dine with him.

Worried about Darren being bullied, he would always wait until Darren was full before going out with him.

So, Ron really wanted to say, you guys have no way to have breakfast and dinner together at all right now!