Chapter 72: I want to save my brother!!

“I think Snape wants to steal what that three-headed monster we saw was guarding!”

Harry mysteriously called Darren, Ron, and Hermione together and stated his conclusion about what had just happened.

Although Darren had insisted that Snape was kind and even brought his book back, he didn’t feel for a second that Snape was a good person.

What kindness?

That was just Darren being too kind, seeing everyone as a good person! As for Snape returning the book?

Wasn’t that what Snape should have done?

It was Snape who had found fault for no reason and taken his book; not bringing it back voluntarily would just be Snape being cunning.

But saying this clearly wouldn’t get Darren’s agreement.

“Impossible, Professor Snape wouldn’t do such a thing.”

Darren flatly denied Harry’s speculation.

After all, with his simple persona, there was no way he could believe Snape would do such a thing.

Plus, Snape really hadn’t done it. He had been righteous from the very beginning of the book.

Harry knew Darren wouldn’t believe him. So he quickly said: “On Halloween eve, Ron and I saw him trying to pass by that big dog. If you don’t believe me, ask Ron.

I dare to bet my broomstick that it was Snape who let that monster in, just to divert people’s attention.

Darren, you don’t know, the day you were sent to the hospital wing, he was extremely angry. It must be because you killed the troll so quickly, disrupting his plan.”

Harry’s argument was well-reasoned.

It really looked like that was the case. It was just that Darren almost laughed out loud.

Kid, you lost by betting your flying broomstick on this.

In the third book, your flying broomstick will likely be smashed into the Whomping Willow because of your bet.

If Sirius hadn’t bought you a Firebolt, you might have had to ride a school broom to catch the Golden Snitch!

So you can’t just bet like that. That’s two thousand Galleons!

However, he was a good kid now, a good kid who didn’t know the plot.

So he put on an expression of complete disbelief and explained earnestly: “Professor Snape was angry only because I was too reckless. I should have taken you all and fled, instead of dueling it.

As for the place you and Ron saw him trying to pass the three-headed dog, it should be that he wanted to see if the item was still there.

After all, the professor is also a teacher at the school, checking things is very normal.”

Darren narrated clearly.

It looked like he wanted to persuade Harry and the others. However, Harry and the others didn’t believe him at all.

They spoke to Darren in a tone used to coax a child: “Okay, okay, Darren, you’re right. Now you go and do your homework obediently, we’re going out for a bit!”

Darren really wanted to say, are you going out to find another place to discuss Snape again?

However, remembering his persona, he could only respond and sit obediently in his seat to do his homework.

Fortunately, the three of them didn’t wait long before returning, and their faces were filled with pity for Darren.

As if Darren had been brainwashed by Snape.

Darren didn’t pay any mind to their thoughts; after the first year ended, they would naturally understand their mistake.

Perhaps Harry should be worried about his Quidditch match tomorrow. This was Harry’s first match.

Darren was very glad that Snape wouldn’t let him participate in this sport; after all, he didn’t want to be stared at like a monkey in front of everyone.

The next morning. The weather was sunny and cold.

Darren saw Harry being dragged to the Quidditch pitch early. He only had time to eat a piece of sausage.

By eleven o’clock.

The entire school’s teachers and students were sitting in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

They were holding binoculars, excitedly showing off their past broom-riding experiences to those around them.

This match was a contest between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

So Darren was strongly requested not to go to the Gryffindor side during the match.

Facing the earnest Senior Sister Becky, Darren still nodded honestly and agreed.

Anyway, when the time came, who could stop him if he wanted to run? On the Quidditch pitch, Marcus, the captain representing the Slytherin team, was shaking hands with Wood of Gryffindor with a sinister smile.

The feeling they gave others was as if they were about to break each other’s hands.

Fortunately, Madam Hooch blew the whistle.

“The match begins!”

Darren watched with some excitement; a match flying around in the sky did seem to have some appeal.

But only on the condition that it wasn’t him up there.

He had just seen Harry’s face distorted by the wind.

If Colin from the next grade were here, he would probably be able to use his camera to take a meme of him.

Darren swore that he would absolutely never participate in such an image-destroying sport. The Quidditch match was very intense, and both sides were playing with real fire.

Harry suddenly ascended, seemingly having caught a glimpse of the Golden Snitch.

But the next second, his broom began to shake as if it had eaten something strange.

“What’s going on?”

Darren stood up in worry.

He paced back and forth anxiously, as if he would have rushed up to help if he hadn’t forgotten his broom.

“My brother……… no, I have to find the professor………”

[Ding, Saintly Father points +30]

[Ding, Saintly Father points +20]

[Ding, Saintly Father points +50]

[Ding………]

A small wave of Saintly Father points was credited. Darren looked even more worried.

“Alright, the professors have already started to save him, didn’t you see that all the professors have their wands out?

As long as Potter falls, they can catch him. What does it have to do with you? Stop pacing in front of me, you’ve made my eyes dizzy!”

Cassandra stopped him impatiently. She pointed to the teachers’ stand.

She didn’t understand why this guy was running around everywhere?

Someone attacking Harry Potter was clearly the work of the Death Eaters.

Death Eaters attacking Harry Potter, would they let off a little brat like him? He was still running out to throw himself into the net, careful of being caught in one fell swoop!

Of course, she couldn’t say this to this guy; if this guy knew it was the Death Eaters, he probably wouldn’t be afraid, but would instead go to die with his brother. Heh, the foolish little brat of the Potter family!

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