Chapter 305: Snape

Snape didn't take this farce to heart at all.

Lucius was an aristocrat; he didn't find anything he did strange.

As long as that friend wasn't him, it was fine.

As for Lily... how could that be possible?

Snape shook his head.

He returned to his own quarters.

But things weren't over yet; he received another notification that Darren had invented a new antidote.

It could cure over three hundred types of poison.

Except for wolfsbane, it had excellent effects on all others.

A genius wood!

This was truly a genius!

If Lily had married him, perhaps the child they would have had would be just like Darren.

It was even the version he looked forward to most.

Having a face similar to Lily's, possessing the same noble character as Lily, and also having his own talent.

Dumbledore even recommended him for an Order of Merlin, First Class.

Why wasn't this child his?

Snape covered his face bitterly.

In the blink of an eye, the start of the school year arrived.

He noticed that Harry Potter and Darren had not arrived.

He was a bit bored and dazed.

What had Harry Potter dragged Darren off to do again?

He hoped they wouldn't cause trouble.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw Darren sneaking in from outside.

Upon noticing his attention, the little brat hurriedly lowered his head in guilt.

Tch.

It was just being late; could he really be angry?

He turned to look elsewhere, to avoid making that little brat nervous.

But the moment he looked away, the little brat's sorrowful voice rang out.

"Please, tell me, where is my brother?"

Harry Potter was such a big person, could he really be lost?

Snape muttered to himself.

Then he heard Draco say that Harry Potter was flying a car in the sky, and he was stunned.

He hurriedly grabbed the Daily Prophet that Lockhart had left to the side.

Front page headline.

Harry Potter driving a flying car, or Hogwarts privilege.

What a show-off of a brat!

Snape looked at it with annoyance.

Compared to that reckless brat, and then looking at Darren, who was fearfully begging others to tell him where his brother was, this was truly like a joke!

Just as Snape was silently complaining, he suddenly heard screams from the Slytherin house.

"Head of House, Darren is bleeding~!"

"Professor, Darren..."

"Professor, save Darren quickly!"

These voices rose and fell one after another.

He rushed down and arrived at Darren's side.

The little brat was covered in blood, staring blankly ahead, murmuring and calling for his brother.

And a powerful force was spreading out from his body.

"Potter!"

He shouted almost subconsciously.

Was he trying to kill himself?

"You've gone mad! Relax... Potter! Darren... calm down..."

He couldn't help Darren suppress it; he had to rely on Darren himself.

But looking at his delirious state, Snape didn't even know if he would die.

Until.

"Darren Potter... the Great Hall has been blown up by you, and it's very likely that students will die, are you willing?"

He said into the little brat's ear.

He felt that perhaps this was the only way to save him.

Sure enough.

The little brat gradually regained his sanity.

It was just that his mind was full of worry for others, worry for the professor, worry for his classmates, worry for Harry Potter... his face was as pale as paper.

Finally, he sat dejectedly on the ground with red eyes; although no tears fell, it made people's hearts tremble incessantly.

Snape saw several Slytherin girls shedding tears.

That Gryffindor know-it-all girl even wanted to run over to help the little brat, but was stopped by the professor next to her.

They were worried the little brat would lose control again.

Especially since the little brat had started to sink back into his own emotions, sitting blankly in place, which was shocking to behold.

"Potter, drink this!"

Snape walked cautiously to his side and took out a potion for him.

He was still holding his wand; if Darren showed any risk of losing control again, he decided to knock him out directly.

Perhaps dragging Harry Potter over to explain to him would be best.

Fortunately, after he called out, it seemed to interrupt Darren's train of thought.

Even when he wasn't very clear-headed, he recognized his potion.

Snape snorted, his expression gradually improving.

Taking advantage of the fact that the little brat hadn't reacted yet, he took the potion and poured it into him.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The little brat let out violent coughs, and then Snape saw many condemning gazes.

Quite a few girls even glared at him boldly.

Heh, he would remember this.

After school started, these people would all have points deducted!

When sending the little brat to the infirmary, Snape could still hear Professor McGonagall's slightly pained voice behind him.

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

Hmph, if he hadn't forced that guy to drink the potion, that would be when he would become a poor little Darren! ===== CHAPTER 307 =====