Chapter 378

Darren was woken up by Tonks early the next morning.

This girl's sympathy was overflowing.

Because she felt he was too miserable, she even brought him food yesterday.

It was made by her own hands.

The taste was not bad.

Darren pretended to be disheartened and ate two big bowls.

If it weren't for the fact that Tonks only brought two bowls, he would have loved to eat another one.

Of course, this girl also had things that made him unhappy.

He asked Tonks to borrow a storybook for him.

Who knew Tonks would send him a joke book.

It was full of cold jokes.

Looking at those jokes, let alone laughing, not being frozen to death was because he was knowledgeable. He originally didn't want to look, but he was really bored, so he could only flip through the book with an expressionless face for a day, looking forward to the Ministry of Magic sending him back quickly.

"We will Apparate to the center of London and enter the Ministry of Magic through the telephone booth there; Darren, are you ready?"

Tonks told Darren the itinerary and then asked with some worry.

She was worried that Darren would still be like before, taking all the mistakes upon himself, which might cause many misunderstandings.

But she didn't have a chance to mention this matter yesterday at all, because Darren's expression was always not quite right.

He borrowed a storybook from them and just sat there looking at it.

But he was expressionless throughout the whole process; she remembered she picked a joke book.

Seeing that he couldn't even laugh at a joke book, she thought with pity that this child must be extremely miserable.

They arrived at the center of London through Apparition.

Tonks and Yali both cautiously protected Darren in the middle.

Since Darren could be attacked by those Death Eaters at Hogwarts, it was also possible for him to be attacked outside.

These were all things that needed to be prevented.

They didn't have as big a heart as Fudge.

So many students died, and he was still thinking about how to pull Dumbledore off the altar. "We're here!"

Yali pointed to a red telephone booth.

"You go in first!"

He looked at Darren cautiously.

Darren nodded and stepped into this dilapidated telephone booth.

The glass on this telephone booth was gone, and on the side leaning against the wall, it was scribbled with many things.

It looked dirty and didn't look like a Ministry of Magic telephone booth at all.

As Darren came in, Tonks also quickly squeezed in.

Darren felt his face was buried in her arms.

"Sorry... it's really too crowded..."

Tonks said somewhat embarrassedly.

She reached over Darren and took the phone.

"Let me think, the number is 62... 442... alright."

As Tonks dialed the number, a voice came out from the telephone booth.

Darren noticed that this voice didn't come from the telephone receiver, but as if a woman was standing around them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the purpose of your visit."

"Uh, Tonks Nymphadora, Auror Office... I am bringing Darren Potter to attend the court trial!"

"Thank you, visitors please take the badge and pin it on your clothes!"

The woman's voice said.

Then the telephone booth suddenly slid out a square silver badge.

On it was written Darren Potter, on trial.

It was the same as Harry's in the original work.

Tonks clumsily pinned it on Darren's collar; because they were squeezed together, Darren couldn't move at all.

"Alright, don't worry, I've got it for you!"

Tonks said with a smile, receiving a grateful look from Darren.

And after the badge was pinned, the woman's voice rang out again.