Chapter 395

"Severus... are you okay?"

Dumbledore asked worriedly.

Just now, seeing Snape's appearance, he almost thought it was a magical outburst.

Fortunately, Snape immediately withdrew his magic.

"Dumbledore, I'm going to kill those bastards!"

A murderous intent flashed in Snape's eyes.

"Don't be like that, Severus; according to the images above, they didn't commit any illegal acts..."

"So, are you planning to tell me... that you're still prepared to let those people come back to school, and then one day actually kill the little Potter brat?!"

Snape paced back and forth in the office.

The hollowness in his eyes could no longer be maintained.

He gripped the wand in his hand and roared angrily: "Dumbledore, you're always like this; what tolerance, what giving them love—do those people deserve it?"

Yes, yes, the little Potter brat certainly means nothing in your heart.

If he died, you might even be happy, and you would be very relieved.

You would definitely say: "I am very sorry, I did not expect it, but you must be tolerant"—that way you don't have to worry about Harry Potter's affairs, and your arrangements for Harry Potter afterward would have no problems...

You could have Harry Potter, that little brat, follow your ideas completely.

Anyway, you didn't kill him, and you didn't force him to die; you would indicate that you did everything, just didn't let him survive...

Dumbledore, I really wish I hadn't gone there in the first place, I really wish it would have been better to just let him live in the Muggle world!"

Snape said angrily.

Then he was shocked to see that Dumbledore's blue eyes were filled with tears.

Dumbledore said somewhat weakly and bitterly: "Severus, don't say any more... I have never thought that way.

I admit I have done many things that I regret toward Darren, but I would absolutely never want him to die...

A child like Darren, I like him too much, how could I possibly want him to die?

I pay attention to him only because I worry he might go down the wrong path.

Severus, you must know, even if I am old, even if I am dying, I can still kill another Dark Lord.

This child's appearance makes me vigilant, makes me worry that he might follow Tom's path.

Makes me worry that he will be doomed in the future, but I have never worried that if he goes down the wrong path, I won't be able to kill him.

So, Severus, believe me, I just want him to go down the right path, the most excellent path I have arranged for him."

Snape listened to what Dumbledore said and found absolutely no room for refutation.

Yes, he believed that if Dumbledore wanted to kill Darren, he could do it.

But he still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Yes, yes, you always like to control everything; so, is it as you wish now?"

He said sarcastically, looking at the mess in the office and the memory orb he had shattered.

"This is what I regret, Severus... I am very sorry, for you, and for that child."

Darren returned to the Slytherin common room without any obstruction.

Dumbledore required all students to stay in their respective house common rooms and suspend all outdoor activities.

So when Darren returned, the common room was full of people, all discussing Darren's affairs.

There were even people inside watching the memory orb Darren had spread.

Of course, there were also pirated versions, the images weren't as clear as the ones Darren had the system produce.

But these didn't affect these people's binge-watching; they watched the images inside as if obsessed.

This was the scene Darren encountered as soon as he walked in.

He looked expressionlessly at a student's memory orb, where the version of himself on it shouted: "Please, let them go... as long as you let them go..."

He had already begun to regret it.

However.

【Ding, Saint Father points +50】

【Ding, Saint Father points +60】

【Ding, Saint Father points +70】

【Ding...】

As Darren stepped into the common room, a large amount of Saint Father points appeared on his panel.

Darren was stunned.

Didn't he not say anything?

Could it be because the version of him on the memory orb spoke, and then moved these people?

Ah, this?

It seems he doesn't regret it too much after all.

The only annoying thing was that the common room was full of images of him; he really found it a bit hard to accept.

"Darren..."

Becky suddenly stood up.

Darren looked at the memory orb she was also holding, and he opened his mouth.

He had a mind to tell her to throw that orb away, but after thinking about it, he still put on a forced smile and said: "Senior, I still have some things to do, I'll go in first."

【Ding, Saint Father points +80】

【Ding, Saint Father points +70】

【Ding, Saint Father points +90】

【Ding...】

This time it was even more.

Darren was almost moved; this was the first time Slytherin had given him such considerable Saint Father points.

"O-okay... Darren, is your body better?"

Becky asked cautiously.

"It's fine, Senior, I'm fine..."

Darren shook his head, as if thinking of what happened before, his face turned even paler, but he still continued to smile.

It's just that this smile was extremely ugly.

【Ding, Saint Father points +50】

【Ding, Saint Father points +40】

【Ding, Saint Father points +40】