Chapter 391

Dumbledore and Fudge were bewildered.

The two of them looked at each other, not knowing what was wrong with these reporters.

Darren knew, though.

It was clearly the abridged version of the memory orb released by the system, which had already let many people know part of what happened at the time.

Although those things were also fake.

But others certainly wouldn't know.

They had just suddenly discovered that Darren had suffered such miserable torture, and then Fudge had interrogated him like a criminal.

Even Darren himself felt he was too miserable.

"Potter, I have seen the memory orb from that time, and I am qualified to ask you: did you deliberately want those Death Eaters to harm your classmates?

Do you feel that your classmates' deaths were all caused by you?

After all, if you had managed to hold off those Death Eaters at the beginning, wouldn't your classmates have survived?

Do their dying eyes torture you day and night? Do you regret it now?"

Just as Darren was deep in thought, a gloating voice rang in his ear.

"Shut up!"

Dumbledore glared at the female reporter.

"Rita Skeeter, how dare you, how dare you insult a hero like this; I will definitely report you!"

Mr. Weasley squeezed in from the outside, and he firmly covered Darren's ears so he wouldn't hear these words.

Darren looked at Rita Skeeter; this woman was wearing a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses, her blonde hair styled into exquisite large curls.

Her teeth were bared even more excessively than Lockhart's, and she smiled at Darren, thinking herself particularly charming.

This woman seemed to be an Animagus, likely a beetle.

The description in the original book of the markings around the beetle's eyes was exactly the same as Rita Skeeter's glasses.

Good fellow.

Bullying him?

Does she think he's Harry!

【Ding, a scene where the Saint Father System can be utilized has been detected around the host. A temporary mission is now issued: stand next to Rita Skeeter with a pale face, expressionlessly draw your wand, point it at yourself, and say in a pained voice: 'They were all killed because of me, you're right, I killed them all, I should have died long ago.'

And recite the Reducto spell; please do not move while reciting the spell, and wait for Dumbledore to stop you.】

【Ding, upon completion of the mission, you will receive a 'Forged History'. Does the host accept?】

A forged history?

What is this?

But presumably the system will explain it to him in a moment.

【Accept】

Darren closed his eyes, and then his eyes instantly turned red.

With a pale face, he refused Mr. Weasley's hand covering his ears.

Then he looked at Rita Skeeter, who was unscrupulously squeezing next to him.

Rita Skeeter was still chasing him, asking if he felt any guilt in his heart.

Damn, this woman is really twisting the knife in the wound.

Darren took a deep breath and slowly pulled out his wand.

Seeing him pull out his wand, Rita Skeeter was startled at first, then became interested again.

"Are you trying to attack me? Because I touched a sore spot?"

Darren curled his lip.

This woman is indeed one of the most annoying characters in the original book.

He decided he must 'accidentally' give her a hard hit in a moment.

Thinking of Rita Skeeter's misery in a moment, Darren almost laughed out loud.

But he quickly changed to an expressionless face.

He said softly: "You're right, they all died because of me, I did the wrong thing at the time.

I was useless, and they died because of me... I've felt that way for a long time... you're right, I deserve to die."

His eyes were lifeless.

Dumbledore's heart sank, and he hurriedly gripped his wand tightly in his hand.

Sure enough.

The next instant.

Darren suddenly pointed his wand at his own chest and chanted: "Reducto!"

"Impedimenta!"

As Darren chanted the spell, an invisible wall blocked his path.

Darren shifted his direction slightly.

The spell that hit the invisible wall immediately rebounded onto Rita Skeeter.

【Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the mission. You have received a 'Forged History'.】

A forged history: The host can imagine a piece of history and make that history a reality.

Fine.

It's just a scene card that he can create himself!

He doesn't know what to add it to right now, or whether to use it later.

At this moment, he still has to face the scene before him.

"Ah! Potter is killing someone!"

"Potter is trying to kill me!"

"Oh my god! I'm dying!"

Rita Skeeter screamed.

From her face to her neck, there was a deep wound.

And the wound was spurting blood outward.

There was an uproar all around.

Wizards immediately took Rita Skeeter away.

"Don't move, don't look at that... let's go first!"

Mr. Weasley immediately blocked Darren's front; Darren had originally wanted to turn around to save Rita Skeeter.

But Dumbledore's palm pressed on his shoulder, dragging him forward with great force.

Darren even suspected that Dumbledore had cast some spell on him; after all, he felt he couldn't move at all, completely being dragged by Dumbledore.

"Arthur, I will take Darren to Hogwarts first; you can—right, I almost forgot Harry, Harry is in your office, right? Have Harry return to Hogwarts via the Floo Network in a moment!"

Dumbledore said somewhat sternly.

Next, he fixed his gaze on Darren and said: "Sorry, when we get to school, I will lift the spell."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Darren..."

"Don't worry!"

Dumbledore raised his wand.

He and Darren instantly returned to Hogwarts.

Darren didn't have time to complain that this Apparition was terrible before he was almost dragged by Dumbledore to the Headmaster's office.

"Sit, my child!"