Chapter 243

It wasn't every time that he could just happen to stand behind the two brothers.

Voldemort would treat Harry as an enemy, and would also treat Darren as someone who threatened Harry.

They must become strong themselves. They would always have to face all of this themselves. Even if this was something he couldn't bear to see.

Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and returned to his previous cheerfulness.

"Then, let us talk about happy things!

You and Harry are both fine, this is wonderful. As for the Sorcerer's Stone……… oh, my child, it is not lost; it has already been destroyed by me………"

Darren felt sorrow in his heart.

He had originally wanted to steal it, but who knew Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Snape were all there.

No chance to make a move. Heartache.

"Mr. Nicolas Flamel……… will he forge another Sorcerer's Stone?"

Darren asked with hesitation.

Dumbledore was stunned. He hurriedly explained: "Brother is always worried that the money in our vault isn't enough to spend. If there could be a Sorcerer's Stone, I could create lots and lots of gold for brother………

Of course, the Sorcerer's Stone belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel; I was just asking………"

【Ding, Saint Father value +100】

He smiled embarrassedly, looking a bit guilty.

Clearly, he felt it was a bit bad that he had just asked whether the Sorcerer's Stone could still be forged.

However, Dumbledore wasn't angry at all.

He smiled and shook his head, originally wanting to say that Mr. Nicolas Flamel would embark on an adventurous journey, but looking at Darren, he changed his phrasing and said: "Whether the Sorcerer's Stone is forged again requires Nicolas and the others to decide for themselves.

However, if they do forge it, I think they might agree to conjure a big piece of gold for you; after all, you and Harry helped them with such a big favor."

Dumbledore said jokingly.

Darren hurriedly shook his head, refusing this proposal.

"No, no, we can't take it. I was just joking earlier. Such a precious thing as the Sorcerer's Stone, even if it can create gold, it's too wasteful………

Pachi said it is already doing a lot of business, and it said it will definitely be able to support me and Harry until we are adults!"

Darren said happily.

Dumbledore shook his head with amusement.

He picked up the toffee next to Darren's table, opened one, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mm, sent by your admirers and your friends……… not just these, there is a big pile that Madam Pomfrey put away.

She said it's not good for you to eat too much candy, and she plans to give it to you next time you are hospitalized."

Ah, this.

Should he get an infirmary package deal? Forget it, forget it, he didn't want to be hospitalized again.

Sleeping for nearly five days, fifteen temporary tasks were all gone.

"Don't want to be hospitalized? Then you must be quieter. I heard Severus is preparing to give you detention.

According to what he said when he was angry, he wants to keep you in detention until graduation to suppress your exuberant heart for adventure."

Dumbledore looked smilingly at Darren, who had his mouth open in astonishment. He laughed out loud.

"Alright, child, that is all. If you want to know more, you can go ask Harry; I told him many things………

In addition, you and Harry will spend the summer vacation at your Aunt Petunia's house; she is your only relative."

Dumbledore sighed. His tone was somewhat weary.

He took the opportunity to grab a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean, then hurriedly spat it out and said: "Pah! Stinky tofu flavor; the flavors produced by Bertie Bott's recently are getting weirder."

Darren blinked his eyes, suddenly thinking of something.

It seemed Pachi said last time that he had acquired a portion of the shares of the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean factory…………

And asked him if there were any flavors he liked.

He had let Pachi try some Chinese food. Could it be that it was added in at that time?

Darren clicked his tongue, feeling that perhaps in the future, fans of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans might taste even more flavors.

"By the way, child, if I were you, I would hurry and change clothes to go to the Great Hall; the feast will start there in ten minutes. You wouldn't want to miss this feast, would you?

Quietly, Madam Pomfrey is not there……… I also saw she wasn't there, so I hurriedly came in. I didn't expect to catch you waking up; I am truly lucky………"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took another Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean and threw it into his mouth; this time he revealed a smile.

Ten minutes later.

Darren appeared neatly dressed at the Slytherin table.

Sitting to his right was Malfoy, who looked at Darren as if looking at a rare animal.

To his left was Cassandra.

This Miss Vole's expression was very cold, and she even glared at Darren.

Darren suspected that if this weren't a public place, this girl would probably cast a few spells on him to teach him a lesson.

The gazes of the other Slytherins were even more arrogant, and they even shot cold daggers at him.

Although no one spoke, the atmosphere they created was excellent.

Until Becky walked over from the front, walking up to him as if she were furious.

"Hmph, the punishment this time will be skipped. I don't know why, but the voting machine for whether to punish you in Slytherin House is broken.

It broke many times; every time it was fixed, it broke again two or three minutes later, and I can't find who did it.

I checked, and many spells were cast on it. I swear this is a group crime. If I find out, I will definitely give them each a Cruciatus Curse!"

Becky said angrily, looking at the students on the Slytherin table one by one.

These people silently turned their heads, either looking at the sky or the ground, just refusing to meet her eyes.

"Hmph, if I find out who it is..."

She said threateningly, then winked at Darren and returned to her chair.

"Ah, what a wonderful evening!"

Dumbledore shouted loudly from the stage.