Chapter 288

"Severus... you cannot go against a student's wishes, oh, poor little Darren..."

Professor McGonagall muttered at Snape's back as he sent Darren to the hospital wing.

"Alright, Minerva, Severus is just too worried about Darren... this child almost tossed himself away..."

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

"What a wonderful emotion!"

He sighed deeply.

"I don't think so! Harry is not as sensible as Darren at all.

If he had even half the affection for Darren that Darren has for him, he should know how worried Darren would be if he did this!"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly.

She was very angry.

Just half an hour ago, the news that Harry Potter drove a small green car across half the country had already made the headlines.

Her office had already received hundreds of letters, all asking if this was a special privilege they gave to Harry Potter.

Could their children also go to school like this in the future?

This was just here with her; it should be even more serious with Dumbledore.

"Minerva, children will all make mistakes; only through mistakes can they slowly become a perfect person..."

I don't deny that the news of Harry not appearing was a big stimulus to Darren, but Darren's accident just now was more because he had been seriously injured before he came.

The people from the Ministry of Magic had already told me that he saved Mrs. Nicolas Flamel and suffered a gunshot wound.

They didn't know much about healing, and because Darren insisted on coming to school, they only did simple treatment and then sent him to Hogwarts.

They intended for Poppy to perform further treatment on Darren.

So you can't blame Harry entirely; he is also just a small child...

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"But that was also a trigger, okay, Dumbledore, you are always right, but I still think Harry and Ron should be taught a lesson!"

Professor McGonagall insisted.

"Yes, yes, Minerva, you decide... I'll go see Darren now, and then reply to several important figures.

Of course, if Harry and the others return, remember to notify me; for now, you go preside over the Sorting! Those children have already been frightened.

If Darren knew he had scared these children, he would definitely be very sad and feel guilty..."

"Fine, fine, sigh..."

Professor McGonagall walked toward the Great Hall.

Dumbledore waited until she left before walking quickly toward the hospital wing.

At the entrance of the hospital wing, Snape was sitting there holding his head.

He looked even more sinister.

Hearing Dumbledore's footsteps.

He seemed to want to reveal a mocking smile, but it was very unsuccessful.

This looked more like an expression of wanting to kill someone.

"Severus, relax... Darren is fine..."

"Ha, he is fine? He suffered a gunshot wound before, and now he has forcibly burst his wounds, and even had a magical outburst... emotional collapse...

If that fool hadn't been worried about hurting others and forcibly pulled himself back to sanity, he might have died just like that.

Lily is dead; if the child she left behind dies... Dumbledore, you tell me, what is the meaning of my existence for so many years?"

Snape's voice trembled; Dumbledore understood his feelings.

Because he had also had such a period of time.