Chapter 241: Losing face in front of the cub!!

When Voldemort forced Quirrell to lie down and drink the blood, he saw Harry Potter—this was Dumbledore's savior.

To think he was so frightened by the Dark Lord's appearance that he couldn't move. He even felt a bit disappointed.

He had observed this brat for nearly a whole year; his aptitude wasn't too bad, but—he absolutely could not be counted as a genius.

He had some attainments in Dark Magic, but it required long practice to cast even a simple spell.

As for this brat, other than Quidditch, he really hadn't discovered anything that gave the boy a chance to defeat him.

His own cub could easily crush this guy.

Voldemort shot a mocking expression at Harry Potter. He even felt it was too ridiculous.

Was Dumbledore senile? He actually intended to cultivate such a child to kill him?

Hmph! Voldemort scoffed.

Then he saw a pair of aged and wise blue eyes. Dumbledore!

Was Dumbledore going to kill him at this moment? Voldemort became vigilant.

Then he was kicked by a centaur, and that centaur took Harry Potter away right in front of him.

Dumbledore, that insidious wizard!

He styled himself as a white wizard, but according to the things he had investigated, Dumbledore was not what people saw in their eyes.

The first-generation Dark Lord had a great deal to do with Dumbledore; as far as he knew, Dumbledore even had an improper relationship with Grindelwald.

Such a Dumbledore still had the nerve to be called the world's most powerful white wizard.

Heh.

Voldemort was almost amused by this joke. However, he still quickly left the spot.

He glanced back at the direction where Dumbledore was, then left at high speed. It was just such a coincidence that he met Darren again.

He almost thought again that this was Dumbledore's probing, but fortunately, this should just be an encounter without any calculation.

So he pushed Darren aside, preparing to continue moving forward to leave.

But after thinking about it, he still put on a show of wanting to fight that stupid big guy, destroyed a set of his crossbow bolts, and quickly left this place.

He hoped this would make Dumbledore dispel his suspicions about him.

And ensure Darren wouldn't become an existence that threatened him for Dumbledore one day.

In the days that followed, he rarely paid attention to Darren again; he began to think of ways every day to obtain the Sorcerer's Stone and how to possess powerful energy.

It wasn't until Darren crossed the flames that he faced his cub in a true sense for the first time.

A very pure bloodline; he was his seed.

He looked very much like Lily, one could say he was a carbon copy of that woman.

Although he considered himself very handsome, Darren appeared even more handsome, even carrying an affinity that made people like him involuntarily.

When this child stood together with Harry Potter, a sense of pride welled up in Voldemort.

In order to pave the way for Darren, he took the opportunity to make Darren spit out his trust in Snape.

To make Harry Potter give him the Sorcerer's Stone, he deliberately pretended to torture Darren. He thought he would definitely be able to leave smoothly with the Sorcerer's Stone.

Who knew everything would come to nothing.

That detestable Dumbledore; he would certainly kill Dumbledore and return to the pinnacle of wizardry.

This old wizard who made him lose all face in front of his cub! When Darren woke up again, he was in the infirmary.

The table next to him was piled with a large heap of candies. The sunset outside the window shone in through the glass.

The red sun looked extremely warm and beautiful.

"Right, you also think this scene is beautiful, don't you?"

Dumbledore.

Darren turned his head, a pair of spectacle lenses flashing above him.

"My child, you've finally woken up. If you didn't wake up, you wouldn't make it to the Hogwarts feast."

The feast? Darren rubbed his head.

It seemed that on the day he had the adventure with Harry, the feast was still four or five days away...

"Yes, yes, my child, you don't need to calculate anymore. You slept for a full four days and more; tonight is the feast."

"Four days and more!"

Darren cried out in shock.

At the time, seeing Harry fall to the ground after being passed through by Voldemort in retaliation, he had hurriedly pretended to faint.

As a result, as soon as Snape came over, he fed him a bottle of potion, and then he slept until now.

Sure enough.

Snape must have put sleeping pills in the potion he gave him, right?

He hurriedly suppressed this unlikely thought. After all, this was something he shouldn't know.

So he hurriedly asked anxiously: "Brother, Headmaster Dumbledore, my brother…………"

【Ding, Saint Father value +80】

"Rest assured, child, calm down. Harry is of course fine; he woke up yesterday morning………

Originally he wanted to stay with you, but I thought you wouldn't want him to miss this feast, so I let him go."

Dumbledore smiled soothingly. Only then did Darren set his heart at ease. He revealed a happy smile, his pure face making even Dumbledore feel much better.

He said pleasantly: "Good child, I am very glad you are still alive. When Hermione told me the truth and I rushed over, I thought you and Harry were both already dead………

You know, Severus was particularly angry about this matter, and the other Slytherin students were also very angry.

They are considering giving you the kind of punishment you had last time once you wake up."

Dumbledore smiled and winked at Darren.

Clearly, this Headmaster was telling Darren that he knew about Becky cheating last time.

So Darren scratched his hair embarrassedly, putting on a full display of feeling guilty.

"Oh, my child, you are always so kind, but we cannot remain unchanged.

As long as we possess……… love, this beautiful quality, then even Slytherin will become likable!"

Dumbledore said comfortingly.

Only then did Darren become happy again.

But at this moment, he noticed he was still in a lying position facing Dumbledore.

This was too impolite and didn't fit his persona. So he hurriedly climbed up.

Huh. Full of energy.

There wasn't a single uncomfortable spot on his whole body.

He didn't know if it was the effect of Snape's potion or the effect of the Cruciatus Curse Voldemort gave him.

Anyway, right now it looked like he had just had a wonderful sleep.

"I am very ashamed, child. I cannot tell you the reason, but please allow me to say I am sorry……… child, this is my fault………"