Chapter 73: Snape is a good person!!

Darren clearly didn’t know what Cassandra was thinking.

However, hearing Cassandra’s words, he immediately thought of another angle to earn Saintly Father points.

He pulled out his wand, pointed it vigilantly in Harry’s direction, and said nervously: “You’re right, if my brother falls, I can definitely catch him!”

[Ding, Saintly Father points +10] [Ding, Saintly Father points +20] [Ding, Saintly Father points +10] [Ding………]

Darren sighed a little; clearly, those paying attention to him right now were all Slytherins. Everyone else’s gaze was probably on the protagonist.

Looking at Fred and the others beside Harry, Darren was so envious he could cry. If only he were there too.

He would definitely risk his life to hold onto Harry; this kind of brotherly love drama would definitely move many people.

If he had known, he should have participated in the Quidditch match! Unfortunately, even if he wanted to, Snape wouldn’t agree. Fortunately.

Harry suddenly stabilized his posture.

Then he rode his broom and dived toward the ground.

He covered his mouth with his hand, and then spat out a Golden Snitch.

“I caught it!”

Harry raised the Golden Snitch in his hand happily.

“Haha, my brother won, my brother caught it!”

Darren’s excited shouts echoed in the stands, making the Slytherins in the stands roll their eyes in unison.

Heh, Gryffindor brat! Fake Slytherin!

[Ding, Saintly Father points +10] [Ding, Saintly Father points +20] [Ding, Saintly Father points +5] [Ding………]

With a small amount of Saintly Father points credited, Darren had already excitedly climbed over the stands and arrived beside Harry.

“Where did he catch it? He was clearly about to eat the Golden Snitch!”

Flint of the Slytherin team roared angrily.

However, no one paid him any attention.

Gryffindor won this match with a score of 160 to 70. Twenty minutes later.

Darren had already been brought to Hagrid’s hut by Harry. Hagrid poured them each a cup of strong tea.

Ron took a sip of tea, then waved his hands and said: “It was Snape, Hermione and I saw it, it was Snape casting a spell on Harry’s broom!”

He of course saw Darren’s disapproving gaze, and immediately continued: “It’s true, I’ve seen it in a book, that’s how he casts a dark curse. Otherwise, why would he stare at Harry’s broom and keep muttering?”

“Ah?”

Darren showed a shocked expression.

However, he still felt it was impossible, so he tried his best to explain: “Maybe Professor Snape was casting a counter-curse for Harry………”

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Ron. He said eagerly: “Darren, don’t you understand yet? If anyone in this school wants Harry dead, it must be Snape.

Otherwise, tell me, besides Snape, who else would treat Harry like that?”

Darren tilted his head and thought about it.

He found that if he stood from the perspective of knowing nothing, it really seemed like Snape was the only option.

Since that was the case.

He stood up somewhat angrily.

“I’m going to find him, ask him why he cast a spell on my brother, and report him, report him to Professor Dumbledore!”

[Ding, Saintly Father points +100] [Ding, Saintly Father points +100] [Ding, Saintly Father points +100] [Ding, Saintly Father points +50]

Among the three children moved to tears, there was a bewildered giant.

Hagrid said hesitantly: “Although I’m very moved, can you tell me what exactly happened?”

Harry held onto Darren, fearing he would go and confront Snape right now. That wouldn’t do; they still had to catch evidence of Snape stealing things. So he quickly said: “Darren, don’t listen to Ron’s nonsense, this matter really might not have been done by Snape.

Maybe he was just like you said, casting a counter-curse for me……… ouch, Ron, why are you stepping on me?”

Harry endured the nausea and said this.

Anyway, he felt that Snape would never cast a counter-curse for him in his life. But he had to appease Darren.

Otherwise, Darren was too simple, always straightforward, and would go to question Snape whenever he heard Snape was in danger. Why didn’t he have any cunning?

Forget it, forget it, if Darren became cunning, he would have to suspect that Darren had been impersonated.

“We suspect that on Halloween eve, he wanted to pass through………”

Ron was telling Hagrid about Snape, and hearing Harry say this, he stepped hard on Harry’s foot.

However, Harry immediately gave him a look to explain later, which made him give up the idea of arguing with Harry right now.

“Stop talking nonsense, Professor Snape would never steal!”

“He even participated in the guarding plan; if he wanted it, he would have taken it long ago!”

Hagrid held the same opinion as Darren.

“Listen, what Fluffy is guarding underneath is not for you to worry about!”

A bunch of kids, why bother with that?

“Can’t you be like Darren, obediently not causing trouble?”

Hagrid looked at Darren with praise.

Darren was still the most obedient and the most worry-free.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at Hagrid in bewilderment. What did it mean that Darren was the most worry-free?

Yes, Darren was the kindest and simplest. But he was definitely not worry-free.

The degree to which he caused trouble was no less than theirs. It was just that Darren was doing good deeds.

“By the way, what is Fluffy?”

Harry asked.

“Fluffy is the three-headed big dog, my little cutie, Dumbledore borrowed it to act as a guard.”

Hagrid answered honestly.

He thought that was the end of it, but Harry and the others’ next question came out.

“Guarding what?”

“That’s Dumbledore and Mr. Nicolas Flamel’s business, it has nothing to do with you!”

“Ha, so there is a Nicolas Flamel!”

Hagrid was a little angry.

He refused to tell Harry and the others anything else, and in a fit of anger, he chased them out of the hut.

After leaving the hut, Harry said with conviction: “So, Snape definitely……… alright, alright, Darren, don’t look at me like that, I’m just assuming there is such a bad person in the school.

Then his goal must be to get the thing Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel put there.

Now the problem is, who among you knows who Nicolas Flamel is?”

84