Chapter 321: Mrs. Norris has been petrified!!

"Brother, my shoulder is fine!"

Darren shook his shoulder, a smile on his face.

He thought he was hiding it well, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione could all tell he was lying.

It must hurt, right?

It wasn't just one shoulder; the other one must be problematic too.

"Let me see. Are you not listening to your brother anymore?"

Harry said angrily.

Darren pursed his lips, his face gradually turning pale, and he looked at Harry with a hint of pleading.

"Brother..."

"Hurry up!"

Unable to deceive his brother at all, Darren opened his collar with trembling hands. Harry and the others were stunned.

Because both of Darren's shoulders were bruised and purple, and even his arms were swollen.

"What's going on? Did those people in Slytherin bully you?"

Harry pulled out his wand in a rage, wishing he could rush to Slytherin and beat all those people up.

He would use his wand to knock on their heads!

"No, no, it's not the students in Slytherin, it's my own problem. Brother, don't ask anymore, can we go to the Deathday Party?"

"You can go to the Deathday Party, but you have to tell your brother what is going on here! Don't be afraid, your brother can beat them up too!"

Harry said through gritted teeth.

Darren was so kind and so innocent; why did the Slytherins bully his younger brother all day long?

Or was it someone else?

Did those people bully his younger brother just because they couldn't stand him?

"Darren, tell me, tell me, and your brother will take you to the Deathday Party!"

"Ghost..."

Darren lowered his head in silence. Harry was extremely angry.

He paced around a few times and said, "If you don't tell me, I, I will... not take you to the Deathday Party!"

"Brother..."

Darren's pair of green eyes were already starting to turn red.

Harry suppressed his heartache; he was furious that someone dared to bully Darren, and that Darren didn't dare to tell him who it was or what the reason was.

"You are not allowed to go. You stay at the feast and think about how to explain it to me when I get back!"

Harry, along with Ron and Hermione, hardened his heart and turned to leave. Only Darren was left with his head lowered, his face full of joy.

Aha! The scheme succeeded. And explain who did it? Of course, he did it himself.

Just a moment ago, he had a flash of inspiration and gave himself a patch of bruises and swelling. Then, without telling the truth, he insisted on going to the Deathday Party.

Harry would definitely not let him go because he wouldn't tell him. Wasn't the goal achieved?

Of course, he was also prepared to blame these injuries on cleaning Filch's office.

In order to keep the Savior from being punished, he, this younger brother, personally cleaned for Filch every day. Isn't that touching?

However, he couldn't laugh out loud now.

He could only suppress his smile and return to the Slytherin table in a disheveled state.

Throughout the evening, he "tastelessly" devoured a plump little chicken.

He also gnawed on two cakes, a pile of little puddings, and several ice creams.

Because he was too "sad," he didn't notice he had eaten too much, so his stomach started to ache.

Darren suspected he might have diarrhea.

Quietly clutching his stomach and rubbing it, Darren gave up on continuing to watch the skeleton dance troupe's performance.

Although it was good, he couldn't hold it in much longer.

If he, the little Saint Father, were to poop his pants at Hogwarts just because he watched the dance for a while longer, or even just let out a fart, he would be socially dead here today.

Whispering to Cassandra that he was going to the bathroom, he walked out of the Great Hall with steps that were still relatively steady, but anxious.

After he finally came out of the bathroom, he swore to the heavens and the earth that he would never eat indiscriminately again.

He really hadn't thought that eating indiscriminately in the Wizarding World would also lead to diarrhea. Sigh.

"Rip... tear him... so hungry..."

A hair-raising voice sounded faintly upstairs. Clearly, the Basilisk had already begun.

【Ding, a scene where the Saint Father System can be utilized has been detected around the host. A temporary task is now issued:

Follow the Basilisk's voice and reach the destination in three minutes.】

【Ding, after completing the task, you will receive +500 Saint Father points. Does the host accept the task?】

Hmm. The reward isn't much. But it's not impossible to accept.

【Accept.】 ===== CHAPTER 323 =====