Chapter 733: Damn it!!

Harry felt as if he were standing in a dim room.

His surroundings were filled with people kneeling.

And in the middle of these people was a goblin.

This goblin was kneeling there, trembling.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

He seemed to be furious.

The goblin was so scared that he stumbled and repeated, "We tried to stop... stop them, but Darren Potter was among them... we couldn't stop him...

And Griphook, he jumped down himself to protect Darren Potter..."

"Protect Darren Potter, so he jumped down from above and was killed by you?" Voldemort sneered.

"Then what about you? You didn't protect your master's things well!"

"Yes... Master, we deserve to die..."

"Very good, what did they take?"

"A gold cup... a small gold cup!"

Voldemort became furious.

The Elder Wand waved.

That goblin was hit by a green light.

He rolled onto the ground and died.

Bellatrix and Lucius and the others rushed out of the door frantically.

Voldemort's wand began to slash down continuously.

Every time it slashed down, some people would die.

When he stood in the middle of a pile of corpses, he was full of panic.

"How much does Harry Potter know? Does he know about his Horcruxes?"

Voldemort thought in a panic.

He should go and check the other Horcruxes.

That old thing Dumbledore!

He destroyed his bloodline, raised him to be a Saint Father, and used that boy called Harry Potter to destroy his Horcruxes!

He should go and check his Horcruxes now.

The one hidden at Hogwarts should be very safe.

Nagini should stay by his side and not run around anymore.

He should go and check the other Horcruxes.

The Black Black Lake... right, go there first!

At this time, Nagini coiled around his feet.

Harry saw that snake face.

He immediately returned to his own thoughts.

Then he looked at Darren in horror.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Darren showed a puzzled expression.

Harry understood almost everything.

Darren is Voldemort's bloodline, which is why Dumbledore never trusted Darren.

Which is why Sirius threw him away as soon as Darren was born.

Which is why Darren could live safely at Hogwarts under Voldemort's shadow.

Harry thought that when he calmly thought about this problem, he should push Darren away.

And then give him an Avada Kedavra to eliminate this Voldemort bloodline completely.

But when he saw Darren's eyes, he knew exactly what he was worried about.

He wasn't thinking about making Darren disappear; he was clearly thinking about how to hide this news.

If Darren knew...

If Darren knew this news, the one who would be least able to accept it would be himself.

He would die.

He would be killed by himself!

Harry almost immediately averted his eyes.

Although he knew that Darren wasn't very good at Legilimency, he was still worried that at a time like this, Darren would see his thoughts in his eyes.

He hurriedly lowered his head.

He recounted what had just happened.

He hid the matter of Voldemort's bloodline.

His unnaturalness was clearly discovered by Darren.

Darren seemed very eager to ask him what was going on.

But seeing his attitude, Darren didn't ask anything.

Harry knew that Darren would definitely be very sad and would definitely let his imagination run wild.

But he couldn't bring himself to say this fact at all.

If he let Darren know... he shivered.

He really wanted someone to cast an Obliviate on him. To forget everything that just happened.

Fortunately.

Although Darren was a bit sad, he still thought that finding the Horcruxes was more important.

So he stood up.

"It's clear that the remaining two Horcruxes, one is Nagini, and the other is at Hogwarts; we are going to Hogwarts now, we can't wait any longer!"

"We still need a plan..."

Hermione said subconsciously.

But both Harry and Darren shook their heads.

"No need; no matter how many plans we make, we have to race against time; we must destroy that Horcrux before the Dark Lord arrives at Hogwarts to move it," Harry said angrily.

"Let's go! Hermione and I will use the Disillusionment Charm, Brother and Ron will use the Invisibility Cloak, we'll go to Hogsmeade first."

No one objected.

Then darkness engulfed them.

When they finally stepped on the ground, they saw Hogsmeade.

The shops here were basically all closed.

Only the Three Broomsticks had a faint light showing.

At this time, a scream rang out, and then more than a dozen wizards rushed out...

"Who is it!"

They shouted loudly.

Harry and the others were just about to act.

But Darren had already moved.

His wand waved extremely fast; it didn't take long before those wizards were all lying on the ground.

"Quietly, I'll cast an Obliviate on them; we can't alert the enemy now."

So Harry and the others took out their wands and cast Obliviate on all of them.

When they hid, they found that those people had started patrolling again, each doing their own job.

"Go, let's find a way to get back to Hogwarts first..."

Darren was just saying.

Suddenly a voice coughed twice.

Then that voice shouted, "Come here!"

Darren pretended to hesitate for a moment, then he led Harry and the others and rushed in.

"Old man, what are you coughing for here!"

A Death Eater shouted.

The owner roared back loudly.

"Why can't I cough? You woke me up, and I can't even cough once?"

"You actually dare to speak like that, watch me..."

The man said and was about to rush in.

But the owner was not afraid at all.

"I know you don't dare to arrest me; if you arrest me, no one will provide you with those strictly forbidden things!"

The man's footsteps paused.

His tone softened.

"Just kidding... if you find anyone, remember to report it!"

The owner snorted.

Then he led Darren and the others toward the depths of the pub.

"Basement, this is not the place to talk!"

The owner of the Hog's Head Inn said.

When they reached the basement, Harry asked hesitantly, "Last time I looked in the mirror, was it your eyes I saw?"

"Yes."

The owner of the Hog's Head Inn muttered.

Then he brought them a few cups.

Darren's cup was filled with a glass of lemonade.

Very clean.

Harry and the others' cups were filled with butterbeer.

But they looked dirty.

Harry thought of when they came here in their fifth year, this owner of the Hog's Head Inn had also given Darren a glass of lemonade.

And that particularly clean cup.

He thought he had long forgotten the details, yet he remembered them all.

"Why be special to Darren?"

Harry asked suddenly.

The owner fell silent.

Then he muttered and cursed, "I feel like it!"