Chapter 436: A great sacrifice!!

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

Just when Darren thought the old bootlicker would keep dragging it out like this.

During dinner one night, he discovered that quite a bit of Draught of Living Death had been put into his lemonade.

A colorless and odorless sleeping potion.

It looked exactly like water; if it weren't for the system's reminder, he wouldn't have noticed.

Then that night, Snape verified this in his dormitory.

And then the old bootlicker cried in his dormitory for half the night.

If Darren hadn't pretended to be under the effects of the Draught of Living Death and had to keep pretending to be asleep.

He would have gotten up to accuse Snape of disturbing the peace.

However, the power of bloodline is truly strong.

When Snape left his dormitory, he even tucked him in with extreme care.

Looking exactly like a novice father.

Darren thought with a complex expression, had he become someone's cub again just like that?

This morning.

A piece of parchment was posted in the Slytherin common room.

When Darren walked over, he heard Malfoy saying excitedly: "Dueling Club, oh my god, let us learn dueling..."

Then Malfoy saw Darren, and he immediately changed his tune.

"Of course, I've already learned these things; aristocratic education is different from certain people's.

Just like how certain people can only pitifully drink lemonade, while I have already started drinking butterbeer!"

Malfoy said, taking out a bottle of butterbeer, shaking it in front of Darren with a smug look on his face.

He acted as if he had just seen Darren, and said triumphantly: "Oh my, perhaps if certain people begged me, I might let them have a taste!"

Darren curled his lip, feeling Malfoy's immaturity.

He had tasted butterbeer; how should he put it?

It was just beer with a caramel and cream flavor.

People who like to drink it might really love it.

Like him, someone who doesn't like to drink it, after tasting it once, he felt like he never wanted to see it again for the rest of his life.

So he just shook his head politely and went straight to look at the Dueling Club parchment on the notice board.

You are cordially invited!

He remembered that in the original book, this Dueling Club was apparently set up by Lockhart.

Harry even exposed his Parseltongue there.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Darren followed Cassandra and the others to the Great Hall.

The tables and chairs here had all been moved away, and along one wall, a large stage had appeared.

Above the stage were hundreds of candles, illuminating the stage brightly.

"I wonder which professor it will be? I hope it's Professor Flitwick, or our house's Professor Snape; they are both very powerful figures!"

Malfoy said excitedly.

Darren ignored him; he was looking at Gryffindor. Harry was also looking for him, and after finding him, he hurriedly waved at him, seemingly wanting him to come over.

Darren slipped over without a second thought.

Cassandra behind him widened her eyes, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

Even Malfoy stopped his chatter.

And rolled his eyes.

Clearly, he was already used to Darren's behavior.

"Ah, lovely children, it is I... I have organized such a great Dueling Club, I am your Professor Lockhart...

Haha, I see many children's expectant eyes, that's right, I am your favorite Lockhart.

You can find my description of the Dueling Club in 'Magical Me', once..."

Lockhart talked on and on.

Harry and Ron instantly lost interest.

"So it's him, what bad luck!"

"Brother!"

Darren gave Harry a disapproving look, clearly feeling that Harry was very impolite.

Harry hurriedly added an honorific to Lockhart.

"Oh, so it's this professor, what bad luck... alright, alright, Darren, you can't possibly really want me to be respectful to him?

He doesn't teach anything in class every day, I haven't learned anything from him, how could I possibly be respectful to him?"

Harry said with an angry face.

Last year's Quirrell didn't teach well either... this year's Lockhart is the same, why doesn't Dumbledore find some normal people?

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't consider your feelings, indeed, Professor Lockhart is a bit..."

【Ding, Saint Father value +100】

【Ding, Saint Father value +100】

【Ding, Saint Father value +100】

【Ding...】

Before Darren finished speaking, the full amount of Saint Father value had already arrived.

Clearly, Lockhart was truly impossible for anyone to like.

Hearing Darren not scolding Lockhart, they felt Darren was a little Saint Father. Darren also didn't expect Lockhart to be so unpopular; he remembered that in the original book, there were still some girls who liked him at this time!

Hermione saw Darren's confusion.

She said with some anger: "A while ago, when you were in court, Darren, Lockhart told everyone he met that if he were you, he would definitely make those Death Eaters never return.

He also said you were too cowardly.

Then everyone was very angry, and in a fit of rage, those who liked him because of his looks finally gave up on him too."

Uh, that is indeed something Lockhart would say.

But everyone isn't a fool.

People outside might not know, but how could the students inside Hogwarts not know? ===== CHAPTER 438 =====