Chapter 282

Darren turned and left.

The firm back left Nicolas Flamel stunned. How could this be?

Not even a hint of lingering attachment?

He decided to count to ten to give this little brat a chance!

As long as he turned around within ten, he would decide to let Darren continue to be the heir.

However, he had counted to fifteen, and Darren didn't turn his head, and had even disappeared at the corner of the street.

"Why aren't you chasing after him yet!"

Perenelle kicked him angrily.

Nicolas Flamel gave a sheepish smile, and the two of them hurriedly rushed after Darren with their aged steps.

"Darren, Darren Potter!"

Nicolas Flamel called Darren's name from behind. Darren showed a puzzled expression.

In fact, looking at Nicolas Flamel's expression, he was about to laugh silly. He knew this old man would have to chase after him.

【Ding, detected a scene where the Saint Father System can be utilized around the host, now issuing a task:

Rush to Perenelle's side, block in front of her, and then shout loudly: Sir, Madam, leave quickly, this is a Muggle gun!】

【Ding, after completing the task, you will receive the reward 'Perenelle's Illusion'. Does the host wish to accept the task?】

Darren looked around.

Sure enough, just as he was paying attention, he discovered a man pulling a gun out of his pocket.

That was a man who looked extremely frustrated; it was very clear that this man would launch an attack in a moment.

But he didn't know if it was aimed at Nicolas Flamel and his wife. Darren felt it probably wasn't.

This was more likely an accident. But it didn't hinder him from accepting the task.

【Accept!】

In Darren's gaze, the man suddenly started shooting at Perenelle.

Darren immediately blocked in front of Perenelle, blood splattered on him, and he shouted anxiously: "Sir, Madam, run quickly, this is a Muggle gun!"

【Ding, task completed, congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Perenelle's Illusion'. Perenelle's Illusion:

Perenelle always feels that seeing you is like seeing the little uncle who raised her personally.

He died in a Muggle war; Perenelle used many methods but couldn't save his life.

"Galileo..."

Perenelle muttered to herself.

She hugged Darren, calling the name Galileo in a tone full of nostalgia.

"Impedimenta!"

"Stupefy!"

Nicolas Flamel was also startled.

He never thought that someone would shoot at Perenelle.

According to Perenelle's personality, she might really not resist and let this bullet take her away.

Because she had lived long enough.

Who knew Darren would actually block in front of her.

Looking at the bloodstains on this child. And that pale face.

Nicolas Flamel was furious; he used almost every spell he could think of on that Muggle.

The consequence of doing this was that he almost blew up the whole street. The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic soon arrived at the scene.

Most of them formed a circle, with their wands all pointed at Nicolas Flamel. A small portion started to rescue the Muggles.

They didn't know what had happened here, but they knew the wizard in front of them had blown up the whole street.

Could it be a Dark Wizard? Or perhaps a Death Eater?

"Hello, I am Darren Potter, Mr. Flamel is not wrong!"

Darren, seeing Nicolas Flamel surrounded, hurriedly broke free from Perenelle's embrace, and said with a pale face: "Just now, a Muggle attacked Mr. Nicolas Flamel, which is why this happened. But I saw Mr. Flamel didn't kill anyone; you can learn the truth from the mouths of those people!"

"Darren Potter? Harry Potter's brother? Inventor of the latest antidote, recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class?"

A female Auror suddenly asked.

Darren nodded, the expression on his face even paler.

Their gazes relaxed slightly, and then they looked at Nicolas Flamel. Nicolas Flamel threw an ID card to them.

They hurriedly lowered the wands in their hands.

"Sorry, didn't expect you to really be Mr. Nicolas Flamel!"

"Made Mr. Flamel feel startled!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Is Mr. Flamel doing this because he wants to protect Darren Potter?"

Nicolas Flamel frowned and interrupted their words. He walked to Darren's side and said helplessly: "Alright, let someone treat your wounds; I really don't know what you are thinking."

He even glared at Darren while speaking.

This silly boy is really stupid, actually using his body to block in front of others. By the way, he remembered he had investigated Darren.

Darren apparently also saved a female student, also using his body to block in front of her. Ha, what a kind-to-the-point-of-stupidity little brat!

"Is that thing in your hand a stick?"

Nicolas Flamel, still not feeling relieved, suddenly asked angrily.

Darren was startled, his face instantly becoming even paler. Clearly, he was most afraid of being scolded by elders.

He bit his lip and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, sir, it's all my fault, please don't be angry..."

"What are you apologizing for? You!"

Nicolas Flamel spun around in place; he didn't even know what he was angry about.

He scolded Darren, and Darren had already apologized to him, but he just felt he still had anger he couldn't vent.

But when he saw those green eyes of Darren looking at him with full concern, he suddenly understood what he was angry about.