Chapter 69

Darren gently pulled her hand away and then ran toward the troll.

Hermione felt like she had seen Superman.

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Darren rushed out of the toilet stall and activated the Obscurus.

Powerful force surged into his body.

"Impedimenta!"

"Stupefy!"

"Incendio!"

Because he had seen Becky's attack method, as soon as Darren saw the troll, he picked up his wand and started a combo.

The troll's roar echoed in the basement.

"Darren!"

Harry's voice came, and then a pile of stones, wood, and such were thrown at the troll.

Darren took a moment to look back.

Sure enough, Harry and Ron were anxiously picking up things from the ground and throwing them at the troll, seemingly wanting to lure the troll to them.

Darren noticed that Harry even threw his wand over as a heavy object. The troll was indeed attracted by them.

Compared to Darren's intense attack, Harry and Ron's efforts were like children playing house.

It relied on its unintelligent brain and still felt it would be more comfortable going there. Seeing the troll's movement, Darren immediately ran over and pushed the two away.

"Harry, Ron, you guys move aside, I can do it!"

Darren revealed a pale face and an exhausted body, but still stood firmly in front of Harry and Ron.

[Ding, Saint Father value +100]

[Ding, Saint Father value +100]

[Ding, Saint Father value +100]

Three notifications.

Clearly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were already moved to the point of tears.

Of course, what Darren was happiest about was filling the loss he had just incurred from using the Obscurus.

He didn't expect to be able to grind Saint Father values in the middle of a mission.

Cough.

These weren't urgent to think about.

Darren had more important things to do.

One minute.

In about a minute, someone would come.

He had to deal with this guy as soon as possible.

And he had to show his heroism and fearlessness.

And he didn't have the Saint Father value to use the Obscurus for the next minute.

Darren narrowed his eyes.

He found the troll had thick skin and flesh, and the effect of the spells wasn't very good.

He missed Senior Sister Becky's spherical bomb a little.

"Incarcerous!"

"Depulso!"

"Impedimenta!"

"Shadow of Death!"

When using the last spell, Darren himself was stunned for a moment.

Because this wasn't a spell he knew, but a spell he had thought of himself during the casting process.

The spell effect was extremely good.

The troll acted as if it had seen something terrifying, and then began to harm itself in a frenzy.

"Shadow of Death!"

"Incarcerous!"

"Ten Thousand Wands!"

This...

Darren was stunned.

He had just created another "Ten Thousand Wands."

It was all something he thought of randomly.

And after chanting it, it was as if ten thousand wands were aimed at the troll.

Then it was a bomb-like effect.

The troll's body was blown with dense blood holes, looking heart-stopping.

It's over, it's over.

He knew that having a high Dark Magic talent was definitely a problem.

This was simply ridiculously high.

Looking at his character panel again.

God, his Dark Magic talent had actually increased to 50 on its own.

The system said that one's own efforts would also increase talent.

But... was talent so easy to increase?

Darren didn't even need to pay attention to footsteps anymore.

With such a big commotion, even a dead person should have been blown awake.

The enemy will arrive on the battlefield in five seconds.

"Harry, Ron, you guys take Hermione and go first..."

Children, give you a chance.

If you leave quickly, you might be able to avoid a certain professor's anger.

"Then what about you!"

Harry rushed toward Darren, only to find his face was pale, just like those ghosts.

"Darren, how are you now? You... Darren! Darren!"

Harry hugged Darren, who had already lost consciousness, and called his name in terror.

He wouldn't die.

Darren wouldn't die.

"You, how dare you? You should be thankful... Darren!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Darren, who had lost consciousness, in shock.

She closed her mouth, summoned a stretcher with a stern face, placed Darren on it, and sent him to the infirmary urgently.

"Professor, Darren, Darren will be alright... right?"

Harry asked, sobbing.

His heart was filled with huge unease.

"Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter also worries about others?"

A sarcastic voice came; Harry looked up and saw it was Snape.

His expression was very strange, as if he was furious to the extreme but suppressing it with calmness, or as if he was in the pain of having lost everything.

"Severus..."

Harry noticed Dumbledore looked very serious; he almost blocked in front of Snape, as if Snape was going to kill him.

"Oh oh oh, my dear children, Darren will be fine."

Dumbledore tried his best to smile, but the smile was a bit forced.

Until a silver cat rushed in front of Dumbledore, and after Dumbledore seemed to have listened to something, he smiled sincerely.

“Alright, children, I’ve just received word. Madam Pomfrey has diagnosed that Darren is simply exhausted. Rest for one night, and you will be able to see him tomorrow.”

Harry let out a huge sigh of relief.

A smile appeared on his face.

Not to mention, they and Darren had all looked very dashing tonight.

If the other students in Gryffindor knew what they had done, they would definitely cheer.

Well, although Darren had done most of it, and they had only thrown a few stones at the troll.

“Yes, yes, the famous Harry Potter must be thinking, ‘It’s just a dispensable younger brother, after all.’

Perhaps without him, there would be no one to compete with him for the Potter family, and no one to annoyingly block him from being in the spotlight, right?”

It was Snape’s voice again.

His voice, like a whisper, seemed filled with resentment.

The eyes he turned toward Harry were also filled with hatred.

“I didn’t think that!”

Harry was furious.

This Snape was too abominable.

He actually said that about him, trying to sow discord between him and Darren!

He was just a bit reckless, not a fool.

He knew perfectly well whether Darren was doing it for his own good. Snape saying this was just to make Darren angry at him!

“Don’t you go making false accusations!”

“False accusations… talking back to a teacher, thirty points from Gryffindor.

Perhaps I should suggest to Minerva that we restore the old disciplinary measures, hang you brats upside down, and cast the Cruciatus Curse!

Now… tell me, what exactly happened!”

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