Chapter 62: Stealing potions?!!

"Darren, tell me, if you don't return to Slytherin, what will they do to you?"

Harry asked angrily.

Judging by what that Slytherin first-year prefect meant, were they actually going to punish Darren?

Because Darren wasn't eating in Slytherin?

"No, no, how could there be any punishment? Brother, you're overthinking it... it's just that I need to, need to copy the Slytherin house rules, it's nothing!"

Darren explained, stuttering.

As he said this, he felt a jolt in his heart.

Wait, did Snape punish them by making them copy the house rules a hundred times?

And there was detention too?

Why hadn't anyone notified him?

Could Snape have forgotten?

Darren wondered curiously, should he go and remind him?

As a little "saint," he had to accept the punishment, otherwise, what if people said he was a fake?

"Copy the house rules? Did Snape force you?"

Harry was extremely angry.

He believed Darren's stuttering lies without reservation.

He was furious inside.

It must be Snape; he looked like he was treating Darren well on the surface, but in reality, he was insidiously forcing Darren not to eat with him.

And punishing Darren by making him copy the house rules!

How could the school allow such a professor to exist?

"Ah! Then as the school's celebrity, Harry Potter, Darren Potter's brother, what will you do to me?"

This voice...

Harry felt his heart stop; he turned his head to look.

Snape!

The very Snape he had just been talking about!

Wasn't he at the teachers' table?

How did he suddenly appear here?

"Ha, that would be hearing someone discussing their poor Potions master, so he decided to come over and ask clearly: what school rule has their Potions master broken?"

Snape curled his lip into a cold sneer.

Harry felt like he was falling apart.

However, thinking of Darren, he still gathered his courage and said: "You cannot punish Darren by making him copy the house rules!"

"Ah, that is my business. Perhaps I should suggest to your Professor McGonagall that you also copy the Gryffindor house rules?

Talking back to a teacher, ten points from Gryffindor!"

Snape said with a cold sneer.

Harry was about to explode.

He raised his hand, seemingly about to slap Snape.

Darren was startled.

To prevent the Savior from being "accidentally" finished off by Snape, Darren hurriedly grabbed the arm Snape was using to reach for his wand and quickly pulled him away from the scene.

"Professor, I, I'm sorry, Harry didn't mean it, I apologize on his behalf."

"Heh, the foolish brain of a Gryffindor, doing such things is normal, but you, Slytherin..."

Snape looked at Darren's claw.

Darren hurriedly pulled it back and embarrassedly scratched his cowlick; Snape snorted.

As if remembering something, he said with a hint of pleasure: "Mr. Potter, I have remembered one thing. Professor McGonagall has already arranged your detention content for today.

So, starting from tonight, come to my office for one consecutive week!"

"Yes..."

Darren replied, his emerald green eyes filled with guilt.

Snape looked at those eyes for a moment, then silently turned and left.

Darren watched Snape's back.

He felt this old bachelor was truly miserable.

Truly living his whole life for Lily Potter.

Even with Lily Potter dead, he could only live by looking at her son's eyes.

"Potter, are you not going to eat?"

Cassandra said coldly.

Darren only then remembered she had said to wait for her for a minute.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting now.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Darren said hurriedly.

His pitiful appearance made all of Cassandra's anger vanish.

"Hurry over!"

Cassandra pointed at the dining table.

The Slytherins there were all waiting for them.

Darren hurriedly sat down.

Malfoy, sitting next to him, said gloatingly: "You actually dared to pull Professor Snape's arm; were you taught a lesson by Professor Snape just now?"

Darren nodded.

He was taught a lesson, but he felt that old professor was quite happy.

Lily's child was close to him; even if Snape was angry on the surface, he was happy in his heart.

That was his goddess.

Even the goddess's excrement would smell sweet.

What would you know!

Darren curled his lip and continued to tackle an apple pie.

If only Hogwarts would offer Chinese food.

"After you finish eating, Professor Snape wants me to take you to Madam Pomfrey's; don't run around!"

Cassandra said in his ear.

Darren looked at her suspiciously, but immediately remembered he had fallen with Neville in flying class today, so he hurriedly nodded and lowered his head to continue eating, feeling guilty.

Well, it was normal for the old bat to do this.

Evening.

After Darren was sent back from the infirmary by Cassandra.

He arrived outside Snape's office door.

He knocked on the door.

There was no response from inside.

Darren could only wait outside the door.

While waiting, he saw Professor Quirrell walking toward him.

He hurriedly greeted Quirrell politely.

A flash of pity crossed his eyes.

Poor Professor Quirrell, he would be sleeping forever this year!

"Ah, it's Potter, why are you here?"

Quirrell's smile was somewhat strange.

Darren always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say why.

Anyway, by intuition, he felt this guy was trying to curry favor with him.

Could it be Voldemort's bloodline?

But that was impossible!

Wouldn't a bloodline check require his blood?

How did Voldemort confirm it?

Darren was completely baffled and could only pretend to know nothing, looking at Professor Quirrell obediently.

"Professor Snape told me to come here for detention, but after I arrived, I didn't see the professor, so I could only wait here..."

Darren said honestly.

He didn't know what this Professor Quirrell wanted.

"I see, so that's it. Poor child, why don't you go back to the common room and come back later?"

Eh?

Did this professor want to send him away?

To steal potions?

Wasn't he afraid Snape would suddenly return?

However, according to his persona, he couldn't leave, so he could only shake his head obediently and say softly: "Thank you for your kindness, Professor, but I cannot leave. I made a mistake, and waiting here might also be part of the professor's punishment."

After Darren finished speaking, he quietly gripped his wand.

If he didn't leave, would this guy kill him?

Except for the original work's slash pairings, this text will not write male-male CP; please do not think in that direction.

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— Author's Notes —

PS: Previously it said he grabbed Snape's hand; after reading the comments, I found it inappropriate, so it has been changed.