Chapter 68

At that time, he also hoped someone would appear by his side like an angel, just like Darren.

It was a pity that after coming to Hogwarts, he received too much attention and gradually forgot that feeling.

Even if he didn't take the lead in mocking Hermione, he had actually become the kind of person he used to hate.

Until today.

Darren's words woke him up.

He was truly wrong; he should have stopped Ron just now; Darren must be very disappointed in him.

Fortunately, they could still correct it.

And fortunately, Darren was always so kind.

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For the whole afternoon, Hermione didn't show up; Darren asked around where she had gone, but no one told him.

Although he knew that according to the original work, Hermione should be crying in the bathroom, he was now a kind classmate who knew nothing.

Naturally, he could only pay attention to Hermione's whereabouts while going to attend the Halloween feast.

As soon as he arrived at the Great Hall, he opened his mouth in shock.

The Great Hall was filled with colorful decorations.

A thousand live bats were flapping on the walls and ceiling.

And a thousand things like dark clouds were dancing on the dining tables.

The pumpkin bellies were filled with candle flames.

Various foods appeared instantly on the golden plates.

It was Darren's first time celebrating a foreign holiday, and he felt it was quite interesting.

However, he immediately picked up food and began to gnaw on it.

He remembered that in the original work, Quirrell would rush in soon.

Saying there was a troll, and then fainting in the Great Hall, causing everyone to be unable to eat.

He had better eat quickly; what if he was sent back to sleep without being full?

He didn't want to go to bed hungry at night; his body was still a child's!

Stuffing food into his mouth in large mouthfuls, Darren ate quickly.

"Potter, the Slytherin etiquette is about to be thrown away by you!"

Cassandra looked at Darren with disgust and threw him a piece of paper.

She had thought for a moment that she was seeing that group of stupid lions from Gryffindor.

Darren embarrassedly picked up the paper to wipe his mouth, his face looking a bit dim as he said: "Hermione still can't be found; I'm planning to go look for her after eating. It's so late, what if something happens to her as a girl?"

"Look for her? She's crying in the girls' bathroom in the basement! I saw her there before I came over."

Cassandra curled her lip; in fact, she had seen Hermione there in the afternoon and knew Darren was looking for her, but she had no intention of telling him.

Look for what?

Just a Mudblood.

She had seen Darren and that girl sitting on the grass together last time, which was very unrefined.

That's right, just because it was unrefined and tarnished Slytherin's reputation!

However, seeing him disregard etiquette for the sake of that girl's news, she could only say it helplessly.

"Then I won't eat; I'll go find her immediately!"

Darren wiped his mouth and wanted to find Hermione, but was held down by Cassandra.

"Wait a while before going; the Great Hall is so interesting, why do you have to find her now? Besides, you weren't the one who angered her?"

Cassandra really couldn't figure out what was wrong with this guy?

Just a Mudblood, why care so much?

It was one thing for him to radiate his pathetic kindness toward half-bloods and pure-bloods, but he was even managing a Mudblood?

She, who liked to suppress others, didn't even bother to attract a Mudblood's attention. Darren naturally didn't know she had thought so much.

He looked at Cassandra and shook his head seriously, saying: "It's precisely because the Great Hall is so interesting that I need to bring her back, and besides, when Ron was bad-mouthing her... arguing with her, I was also by his side; I am also at fault."

Darren stood up.

He was already full and should go radiate his Saint Father light.

Although because he ate quickly, he didn't wait for Professor Quirrell's performance, but...

"Troll, in the dungeon... thought you should know..."

Quirrell's footsteps interrupted Darren's thoughts.

He had just wanted to step forward to support Professor Quirrell, but seeing Madam Pomfrey had already gone up, he hurriedly slipped away from the Slytherin table.

[Ding, detected a scene where the Saint Father system can be utilized around the host, now issuing a temporary mission: Rush to Hermione's side within two minutes, soothe Hermione, and then use the Obscurus to successfully defeat the troll within one minute.

Note: When the battle with the troll is about to end, pay attention to the footsteps coming from outside.

Once you hear the footsteps, immediately act exhausted and faint on the ground.

[Young man, don't think this makes you look weak; you will thank me.

After all, you need to face an angry old bachelor; ordinary people can't withstand his anger)]

[Ding, after the mission is successful, you will receive Hermione's gratitude; do you want to accept the mission?]

[Accept!]

Darren looked at the prompt above and felt the system's thoughtfulness for the first time.

If the system hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have thought of Snape's temper.

This guy was very angry when he saw Harry and the others dealing with the troll back then.

This time, if it were him, he was worried Snape would be driven mad with anger and then directly expel him, letting him live a stable life in the Muggle world.

Darren, feeling relieved, ran toward the bathroom where Hermione was at top speed. As soon as he reached the basement, Darren smelled a strong stench, and then saw a behemoth moving toward the front.

He could vaguely hear the sound of sobbing.

It should be Hermione.

Darren avoided the troll's gaze and ran along the sound; after seeing Hermione, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Two minutes, found her!

Oh my god, it almost ran him to death.

He spat out two breaths he hadn't caught, looking much more relaxed.

Only then did Hermione notice that a boy had entered the girls' bathroom.

She saw Darren at a glance.

She almost screamed in panic.

The last thing she wanted was for Darren to see her like this.

"Shh!"

Darren covered her mouth and then pulled her hard toward the toilet stall.

Hermione was stunned.

She looked at Darren, then at the toilet stall, and suddenly felt a bit awkward.

Why did it have to be in the toilet?

"Troll... there's a troll at the door..."

After Darren pulled Hermione into the toilet stall, he whispered in her ear.

Hermione froze.

She looked outside through the crack in the stall; a huge monster was holding a wooden club and had already approached this bathroom.

Darren clearly also noticed this situation.

His face turned pale instantly.

But he still looked at Hermione and said: "Don't be afraid, I am very powerful; you wait here, I will solve it quickly!"

"How could you solve it?"

Hermione's voice was somewhat sharp.

She grabbed Darren's sleeve, feeling she would rather die with Darren than let Darren be eaten by the monster.

"Rest assured!"