Chapter 232

However, they all ignored Darren's words. A sense of proportion?

Did Darren have such a thing?

This guy, as soon as he saw danger, always thought about taking it on for others. He was so kind that they couldn't bear to reproach him.

"Alright, let's continue moving forward!"

Harry broke the silence, pulling Darren forward. His heart was filled with a mix of emotion, pride, guilt, and sadness. He was moved and proud of Darren's kindness.

He was sad and guilty about why he hadn't known of Darren's existence sooner.

Maybe he could have found him early and not let him become so kind! Harry thought, pushing open the door in front of him.

Then a foul stench rushed to his head. Darren was also moved to tears by the smell.

He saw a troll lying on the ground with a bloody lump on its head. He didn't know if it was dead or unconscious.

"Let's go quickly, I can't take it anymore!"

Ron said, covering his nose.

They hurriedly ran out of this room and rushed to the next one.

They had originally thought there would be something terrifying waiting for them in this room. Who knew that when they opened the door, they saw seven bottles of potion placed on the table.

"It should be Snape's magic."

Harry said through gritted teeth.

He noticed Darren was hesitant to speak, clearly wanting to remind him that it was a Professor. But he still didn't say it.

Harry sighed; he knew this was Darren's kindness and politeness at work.

But having reached this point, he couldn't possibly have even a shred of respect for Snape.

The four of them stepped into this room.

When the last of them entered, a fire rose on both sides of the room.

The difference was that the fire ahead was black, and the fire behind was purple.

They were trapped in the middle.

"Look!"

Hermione held up a piece of parchment and read aloud: Danger lies before you, safety lies behind.

Two of us will help you.

The fourth, the second on the left, and the second on the right.

Although the potions are different, the taste is the same. Hermione revealed a smile.

She looked at Darren.

Darren laughed and said gently, "If I'm not mistaken, the smallest bottle can pass through the black fire, and the round bottle on the far right can go back."

"Excellent, while you were saying the answer, I had already calculated it, it's that one!"

Hermione said in admiration.

She still needed to think about it for a while, but Darren had already given the answer.

"Don't praise each other here, think about what we should do?

Don't you see? This smallest bottle only has one mouthful, it's impossible for us all to go in."

Ron interrupted their conversation and said anxiously.

Hermione rolled her eyes and was about to say something when she saw Harry pick up the small bottle. He said earnestly, "You guys stop here! I'm going in to deal with him alone!"

He tilted his head back and drank the potion.

Then he looked at the round bottle and said:

"That one seems to have enough for two people. You two choose two people to go out and report to the professors quickly; Snape must have already arrived.

Oh, Darren, don't look at me like that, I'm the older brother, I can't always let you protect me.

You said it yourself, I'm the one who's going to save the world, so I should face the next journey alone!"

Harry said with a smile.

The potion had already been drunk by him, so no matter how anxious Darren was, he could only wait for him to come out, rather than go on an adventure with him!

Thinking of this, Harry felt relieved.

He passed through the fire and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Hermione, Ron, you two drink the potion in the round bottle, and then find the professors.

I want to wait for Brother here; if there's danger, maybe I can rescue Brother as soon as possible. You know I'm very powerful!"

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

Darren noticed that this time there were only two Saint Father Value notifications.

Clearly, even Dumbledore felt he couldn't go in, so he followed Harry in.

"Alright, then Darren, don't worry, Harry will definitely be fine!"

Hermione comforted Darren, and she and Ron shared the potion in the round bottle.

"Hermione, why are you in such a rush? Run slower!"

"What if Harry and Darren are in danger? Ron, if you run fast, why don't you run slowly, I'll go find the professors myself!"

After they passed through the fire, Darren could still vaguely hear their conversation. Hearing this, he almost laughed out loud.

"Hermione and her two big sons."

He was just about to laugh, when he suddenly thought, wouldn't he have become one of them too?

No, no, that's the original work, this is fanfiction, it's different, it's different!