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Chapter 402

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I can recite it for you... listen, I was just scared by Minister Fudge's tone..."

Darren said in as relaxed a tone as possible.

Harry was half-convinced but still demanded to see the letter.

Darren shrugged and handed the letter to him.

He planned to tell everyone when the Veritaserum was used that Fudge had threatened him to say it that way.

Because if he didn't say it like that, Fudge would hand Harry over to the Death Eaters.

That was the reason.

As for this letter, he planned to say it was given by Fudge to ensure he wouldn't let anything slip.

The letter was real, and the threatening tone on it was also real.

If he took it out, someone would definitely believe it.

Who told Fudge not to repent even now?

Even if Fudge continued to be the Minister safely in the end, he would still cause some trouble for Fudge to piss that guy off!

Harry didn't know Darren's thoughts.

He was examining Cornelius Fudge's letter.

After studying it back and forth several times with Hermione and the others, they really didn't notice anything wrong other than the threat.

But would Darren really be that scared of a letter from the Minister?

Yet he couldn't think of what else could be wrong with this kind of letter; perhaps Darren was just more afraid of the Minister?

And what Fudge wrote was indeed problematic; he was actually threatening Darren.

Although Harry had also threatened Darren, he was still a bit angry to see others threatening him.

His younger brother didn't need others to lecture him.

"Hmph, Darren, don't take such a person's letter to heart...

Go on, go back and eat something then sleep, have a good trial tomorrow, and after it's over, we can go back to class."

Harry handed the letter back to Darren.

He smiled with some relief.

Clearly, he was already thinking about the scene of school starting again.

Darren nodded with a pale face, fully acting out the reaction of someone who had been threatened.

Watching Darren's slowly departing back.

Hermione still said hesitantly: "Harry, why don't we tell Dumbledore about this?

I still feel there might be something wrong; Darren has always been kind, how could he be afraid of the Minister's letter?

Perhaps there is something on that letter we don't understand?"

"Okay, I also think we should report this; perhaps Dumbledore can discover something."

Hogsmeade.

A small inn.

Rita Skeeter was staring straight at a quill, her mouth muttering something constantly.

The quill on her table twisted on its own, as if someone were holding it and writing furiously.

Under the quill, large paragraphs of text gradually appeared.

"... He has green eyes, red hair, and has unspeakable relationships with almost all the beauties at Hogwarts..."

"... The Slytherin students don't like him; the author believes they think Darren Potter might have a terrifying and dark psyche..."

"... Darren Potter also always likes to show off his past background, and seeing everyone show sympathy always makes him feel a morbid satisfaction in his heart..."

"... According to the author's understanding, Darren Potter once beat up a classmate at Slytherin House, and one student was even seriously injured..."

Rita Skeeter looked at the text on the table with almost obsession.

"Oh, my darling, write it more explicitly... this matter cannot just end like this, I must make him..."

Just as Rita Skeeter was speaking, she suddenly leaned over and fell.

Her body fell heavily from the chair.

A woman gradually revealed her figure behind her.

She was holding an Invisibility Cloak and a wand.

"Oh, sorry, I need to replace you for a few days..."

She said in an insincere tone.

"After all, I have to have closer contact with him to determine if that thing is on him.

But who could steal that thing from Dumbledore? That boy couldn't do it, or perhaps there are other reasons?

But it's fine, this matter finally made the King contact us; perhaps this is an opportunity!"

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