Chapter 535

Darren said with red eyes.

As he spoke, his voice lowered, as if he had returned to that moment once again.

"Severus!"

Dumbledore called out worriedly.

But he called too late, because Snape had already poured the potion in his hand into Darren's mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Darren looked up at Snape helplessly.

"Professor, I'm fine, I just..."

He just couldn't think of what to make up next for a moment.

And then he was poured a bottle of potion by Snape.

He suspected that this was still sleeping medicine.

"This is your antidote, you wouldn't be unable to taste that, would you?"

Hmm?

【System, is it real or fake?】

He hadn't tasted the new version of the antidote.

It was all medicine, why would he drink those things?

And when he brewed it, the taste was weird.

He suspected the taste was especially bad, so he didn't dare to drink it at all.

【Ding, it is an improved version of the antidote, with a few medicinal herbs added, including... and... they have improved the taste quite a bit.

But the addition of these few medicinal herbs will cause the value of this potion to rise tenfold.】

Ah, this!

Snape is truly awesome, having improved the potion again.

And he improved the potion to taste better.

Could it be that he improved it specifically for him?

The old bat is truly amazing for wanting to be a good father.

However, it seemed that the old sycophant hadn't let him drink a normal potion since the first day he met him.

They were all added with precious medicinal herbs, making the potion taste mellow and fragrant.

And the efficacy of the potion became extremely good.

Truly, for the son of the goddess, he could do anything.

But of course, he couldn't say that.

He was afraid that the old sycophant would get angry out of shame and give him an Obliviate.

So he forced a smile and said: "Professor's potion is improved even better, adding... several kinds of medicinal herbs, I had thought of this direction at the time...

But there are too many poor people, just like the Longbottoms, they don't have money, I just wanted them to be able to afford medical treatment, they have paid too much for the war..."

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saint Father Value +100】

【Ding...】

Darren collected the Saint Father Value.

Because the more he spoke, the more confused he became, so he simply stopped speaking.

Finally, he closed his eyes.

Snape looked at his sleeping face, a flash of pride in his eyes.

But he still said mockingly: "Having said so much, you didn't even notice the Draught of Living Death inside!"

"Oh, Severus, don't demand so much from Darren, what we need to do is find that snake as soon as possible..."

Right, Minerva, notify Harry and the others that Quidditch is cancelled, and stop all activities, let them all stay in the common room.

Perhaps we really have to close the school first, until we find that snake before reopening!

Dumbledore stood up.

He wanted to leave the hospital wing.

But an owl interrupted his movement.

It threw a letter onto Dumbledore.

Dumbledore picked up the envelope.

Looking at the text on it, his body suddenly stood up straight.

"I need to go to the Ministry of Magic, I hope... Minerva and Severus, guard the school well.

I think we might have encountered some trouble, but don't worry too much, the most important thing is still the snake in the school!"

He took out his wand and waved it in front of him.

A black hole-like vortex appeared in front of him.

"Do your respective jobs, wait for me to return!"

He stepped into it and then disappeared from where he was.

"I also need to let those students stay in the common room as soon as possible.

Severus, you go notify Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, we must keep the remaining students safe!"

She said seriously.

Then she also turned and left the hospital wing.

Snape snorted.

He glanced at Madam Pomfrey, seemingly wanting to say something, but Madam Pomfrey had already said with a smile: "Don't worry, when he wakes up, he should be fine, I will urge him to return to Slytherin as soon as possible.

It's just how are you going to explain to others that no one else drank the antidote, only Darren did?"

"Hmph, a Potions Master, regardless of whether his potion has passed the market standards, he can always take it himself.

So, he was carrying a bottle of potion on him, he forgot to drink it on the spot, and only remembered when he arrived at the hospital wing, is that not allowed?"

Snape gave a reason.

Then he looked at the child lying on the bed with some greed.

If it weren't for this child offending Fudge, maybe this reason wouldn't even be needed; what Potions Master can't drink some of his own potions?

Is it a crime to drink a potion one has brewed oneself?

Pfft!

He also walked out of the hospital wing.

"Alright, alright, it seems I really am old, I couldn't even think of such a reason."

Madam Pomfrey said with a sigh.

She checked Darren's state again with her wand.

Not bad, it was indeed improving.

After Harry separated from Darren, he quickly went to the locker room and changed into his Quidditch uniform.

This time it was a match against Slytherin.

Both sides shook hands.

Madam Hooch also announced the rules of the match.

When she blew her whistle, Harry soared into the high sky.

"Stop, silence, the Quidditch match is cancelled!"

Just at this moment, Professor McGonagall's voice spread across the entire Quidditch pitch.

Following that was Madam Hooch's whistle.

They could only all land on the ground.

"Professor, what's going on? This is a Quidditch match, this time we can definitely defeat Slytherin!"

Wood said in disbelief.