Chapter 739: Just because we love you?!!

Professor McGonagall suddenly made a move.

Her wand made a swishing sound in the air, and the spell hit the lamp on the wall, causing a huge explosion.

Harry almost thought Snape was going to be hit, but he wasn't.

Snape didn't suffer any harm.

His wand emitted a stream of black smoke that swallowed all the spells in front of him.

And that black smoke kept rushing toward Professor McGonagall.

Darren waved his wand.

That black smoke was thrown onto Snape's face. Snape waved his wand, and the black smoke vanished.

He looked at Darren coldly.

"Why don't you kill me? Darren Potter, are you still afraid?

Even at this moment, you don't dare to kill me. Have you forgotten who betrayed your parents?"

Harry and the others subconsciously looked at Darren.

Darren looked like he was crying at this moment.

But he smiled again.

"Crucio!"

Snape screamed.

But he didn't surrender; instead, he rolled over, dodging Darren's spell.

Then he fiercely threw out a flash of fire.

A giant black snake flew out of the fire.

The giant snake lunged at Professor McGonagall.

Darren immediately went to block it for Professor McGonagall.

Snape took advantage of this gap to run forward.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick rushed over face-to-face.

He hit Snape.

But Snape also quickly blocked it with an Armor Charm.

However, Darren also rushed over.

He waved his wand, and the armor behind Snape hugged him.

Snape couldn't struggle free.

At this moment, they had almost caught Snape.

"Kill him!"

Harry shouted.

But Darren didn't do that.

He leaned down and looked at Snape with eyes full of hope.

"Tell me, why I don't believe you betrayed us. Tell me, even if you just tell me one sentence, that you had a hidden reason.

These days, I've thought about it day and night, and I still can't figure out why you would betray us.

So, you must have a hidden reason. Tell me, tell me, as long as you say it, I will believe you. Please."

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Snape looked at the familiar green eyes in front of him.

Since when did these eyes no longer represent Lily, but this boy in front of him?

From the time that reckless boy in the first year grabbed his sleeve? From the second year when he learned this child had his bloodline?

From the third year when he saw this child standing before him, making a pot of improved potion, smiling at him with a cunning face?

From the fourth year when this child collected precious herbs deep in the Forbidden Forest and gave them to him as a Christmas gift, but was afraid he would scold him, so he didn't even write his name?

Or perhaps the fifth year when this child stood on the meeting table of the Order of the Phoenix, confidently and powerfully making arrangements?

Or the sixth year when this child saw him for the last time, with a face full of disgust?

Or this time, when this child blocked him here, didn't hurt him, and begged him to say that all of this was a hidden reason?

Snape didn't know.

He only knew that perhaps a long time ago, he stopped caring about whose bloodline he was.

Clearly, he knew it very well, didn't he?

This child treated him as the closest person besides Harry Potter.

He even treated him as a father.

He had known it for a long time, hadn't he?

He even, unknowingly, treated this child as his own.

Even without that layer of bloodline.

Looking at the expectation in this child's eyes, and the tears in his eyes.

He knew that as long as he said one sentence, that he had a hidden reason, this child would handle everything for him.

But he understood even more that in this child's heart, Harry Potter was also important, and his plan was related to Harry Potter's life.

He didn't need this child to choose which was more important, his life or Harry Potter's life.

He suppressed all his longing.

Then he revealed a cold sneer.

"Darren Potter, you are as stupid as ever. You believe any little trick. You don't really think of me as a father in your heart, do you?"

He mocked.

Darren's face turned pale.

He looked at Snape.

He raised his wand.

But he didn't do anything.

Because at this moment, Snape suddenly opened the surrounding wall.

He jumped down from the wall.

"Did he fall to his death?"

Harry asked hurriedly.

Professor McGonagall took a look from the windowsill and shook her head.

"He didn't. Unlike Dumbledore, he has a wand. No one mentioned what just happened."

It was a very obvious thing; Darren had always treated Snape as a father figure.

It's just that he had never said it out loud.

This was naturally the biggest blow to him.

"Darren, Harry, what's wrong?"

It was Professor Slughorn.

He was wearing green pajamas, running over, panting.

"That Dark Lord is coming soon, we must defend Hogwarts and give the students a chance to escape the school!"

Professor McGonagall said firmly.

"Michael, you must know how long we can hold him off!"

Professor Flitwick said worriedly.

At this moment, Professor Sprout also arrived.

She said without hesitation: "Hold him off as long as we can, we cannot retreat, we must unite!"

"Yes, we can set out now!"

Professor McGonagall said firmly.

Then she nodded at Darren.

Immediately, she took the Carrow siblings and rushed down.

Professor Flitwick muttered various spells to himself; he seemed to be reviewing all the spells he had ever known.

Darren interrupted him.

"Professor, do you know where Ravenclaw's diadem is?"

Professor Flitwick was startled.

But he immediately replied: "I don't know. In my opinion, those who knew are all dead!"

He said.

Then he rushed downstairs in a hurry. The other professors also went to make arrangements.

Darren fell into deep thought.

Then he suddenly said to Hermione and Ron: "Hermione, Ron, and brother, you go first to arrange for all the students to leave, tell everyone who can leave to leave, I'll be there soon, I have a clue now!"

He shouted.

Then he suddenly rushed toward Ravenclaw.

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Hermione's eyes gradually filled with realization.

She screamed: "I know, I know what Darren went to do!"

"What did he do? What on earth is he going to do!"

Harry said impatiently.

Hermione frowned.

She said somewhat angrily: "I don't understand, you've been full of hostility toward Darren ever since you came out of Gringotts today.

What on earth do you want to do? Can't you see that Darren is very sad? You are always losing your temper, what is it for?

Why must we, your friends, your younger brother, be the targets of your temper? Just because we love you?"

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