Chapter 44: Gryffindor Table

Malfoy said, covering his nose in disgust; he even wanted to retreat from this classroom.

Darren wanted to as well.

He almost vomited.

He ate too much in the morning, and now he couldn't control his stomach at all.

He even thought about waiting for Malfoy to go out, and then using the excuse of looking for Malfoy to follow him out.

However, Malfoy eventually held it in.

He could only sit in the corner with difficulty, trying to pass the remaining time of this class as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, this professor didn't care what they were all doing, so Darren opened the door a crack to let himself get some air.

After finally waiting for class to end, he was the first to slip out.

Just at the moment he slipped out, he felt as if a gaze was looking at him complexly.

But this feeling disappeared in an instant.

Friday.

Harry and Ron finally arrived at the Great Hall on time in the morning and saw Darren, who hadn't left yet.

This whole week, he wanted to find Darren to talk during breakfast every morning.

However, sadly, he would get lost for a long time every time, and after finally reaching the Great Hall, he would find that the Slytherin students had already left.

"Darren!"

Harry hurriedly walked to Darren's side.

"Are you doing okay?"

He asked hesitantly.

Only after asking did he feel he had asked a silly question.

For the past week, he had noticed that Darren always sat all by himself.

Even if there were people nearby, it was either Malfoy or an extremely cold Slytherin girl.

Malfoy was obviously mocking Darren, and while Harry hadn't seen that Slytherin girl mock Darren, she rarely paid attention to him either.

Darren must be having a miserable time.

"Harry!"

Darren turned around in surprise, his face full of smiles.

Looking at Harry as if he were some great treasure.

Well, for Darren, Harry's appearance is a great happy event.

For the past two days, he hadn't earned any special rewards at school, only gaining 1,000 Saint Father Points.

He had learned a first-year Potions book and a Defense Against the Dark Arts book, and that was it.

He urgently needed someone to let him display his Saint Father radiance.

For example, the center-of-attention Harry.

Harry felt a bit guilty.

He should have come earlier.

But he couldn't see Darren at all these past few days except in class.

"Darren, come with me to Gryffindor, I want to talk to you!"

Harry patted Darren on the shoulder and invited Darren to the Gryffindor side in full view of everyone.

He didn't notice at all that all the Slytherins had their eyes on Darren.

Never has a Slytherin run to Gryffindor during a meal.

If Darren did it, he would be ostracized by the entire house and might even be punished by the student council.

Darren also felt these gazes, but he didn't care at all; as a little Saint Father, he could handle this much pressure.

Making such a sacrifice for Harry, he didn't believe he wouldn't get Saint Father Points!

But it couldn't be too easy; he had to show his hesitation and choice.

So Darren pursed his lips, his face gradually turning a bit pale; clearly, under the gaze of so many Slytherins, he was indeed a bit scared.

But immediately he stood up and said firmly: "Let's go, brother!"

[Ding, Saint Father Points +80]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +100]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +90]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +70]

[Ding...]

Darren was shocked.

He knew saying this would definitely earn Saint Father Points, but he hadn't expected so many.

Adding all these up, it was nearly 2,000 Saint Father Points.

This is too much!

Sure enough, Harry is more suitable for him to farm Saint Father Points!

"I hope you can sit down. If I were you, I would finish this meal before leaving. Slytherin hates traitors!"

Just as Darren was about to leave, a palm pressed down on his shoulder. ===== CHAPTER 109 =====

It was Cassandra.

She said in a voice without ripples, but her gaze looked coldly at Harry.

Is this reckless lion doing this on purpose?

Deliberately taking that idiot Darren away at this time, making him the target of all Slytherins?

Does he really not know that Darren will be punished?

Harry of course didn't know; he frowned fiercely.

He didn't understand why he was taking Darren away and the girl in front of him was trying to stop him.

Damn it, Slytherin is just this malicious!

Darren is so unlucky to be sorted into such a house.

"I'm taking my brother, it has nothing to do with you!"

Harry didn't give an inch; he felt this girl was no different from that Malfoy.

Both are so hateful!

"Cassandra..."

Darren looked pleadingly at this young lady.

Don't let him lose the chance to earn Saint Father Points, okay?

"Hmph!"

Cassandra let go, snorted coldly, and sat down, continuing to eat in small bites.

The sarcasm in the depths of her eyes was pervasive.

Stupid fool!

She wanted to see if this guy could withstand the retaliation of Slytherin.

She would never help him this time!

[Ding, Saint Father Points +30]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +20]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +10]

[Ding...]

As Darren left, another small wave of Saint Father Points was credited.

The Slytherin students withdrew their gazes from Darren, and the long table returned to its usual quiet.

Darren noticed that Snape had called Becky away.

As soon as Darren reached the Gryffindor table, he felt the liveliness here.

"Give me a chicken leg!"

"Oh my god, George, you spit on the table!"

"Bang!"

"What happened, what happened?"

"Seamus blew up his cup!"

"Neville, your toad jumped on me!"

"..."

Uh.

Compared to here, Darren felt he might be more suited for Slytherin.

"Here, Darren, for you..."

Just as he was sighing, Hermione's voice came, and she pushed over a pork chop.

She noticed Darren seemed to like this.

"Ah, thank you, I like it very much."

Darren immediately took it and gave a polite smile.

"No, no problem!"

Hermione stammered, sitting awkwardly in her seat, looking extremely embarrassed. ===== CHAPTER 110 =====