Chapter 739

She took the Firebolt away.

And said she would only return it to Harry after all the teachers had finished examining it.

This made Harry extremely angry.

Because the purchase of a Firebolt required a custom order.

He had a Quidditch match coming up soon.

He had originally wanted to ride this Firebolt to win the match.

Who knew it would be taken away by the professors.

Just thinking about his Firebolt being taken apart and checked by the professors made him feel terrible.

After being checked, would the Firebolt still be a Firebolt?

What made him most furious was that if he wanted to order a Firebolt now, he wouldn't receive it until after his Quidditch match was over.

During this time, he could only use Darren's Nimbus.

This ruined everything he had planned.

Harry and Hermione were thoroughly angry.

He started ignoring Hermione.

Ron also ignored Hermione because of Scabbers.

Only Darren and Hermione were left sitting together.

Harry and Ron thought Hermione must be very sad.

But for some reason, she looked happier day by day.

Ron told Harry that Hermione must have gone crazy.

Of course.

These things didn't count for much; what worried Harry was another matter.

That was that Quidditch was approaching, but he still hadn't learned the Patronus Charm. Wood had asked him pointedly the other day what he would do if the Dementors appeared again.

He seemed to want to replace the Seeker.

After all, if the Dementors appeared again in the next Quidditch match and Harry fainted again, they wouldn't get the Quidditch Cup.

Harry had promised Wood at the time that he would go to Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm, but the moment he turned around, he was miserable again.

Because Lupin hadn't been able to find another Boggart until now.

This made him very anxious.

Fortunately.

Just when he thought he was really going to be replaced by Wood, Darren brought a Boggart.

He had pretended to search all of Hogwarts and then had the system get one.

But Harry didn't know that.

He really thought Darren had searched all of Hogwarts.

He was extremely moved.

He almost cried.

Finally, he was pushed by Darren to Lupin's office... Lupin was a bit surprised when he saw Harry.

But after discovering the Boggart he had brought out, Lupin suddenly realized.

Harry noticed Lupin quietly wiping away sweat.

Had he forgotten? Harry thought secretly.

But then he felt it wasn't very good to disparage Lupin like that.

After all, Lupin was in poor health and was always getting sick; he had been sick for several days again during Christmas.

It was understandable that Lupin hadn't found a Boggart.

Lupin also seemed to feel a bit guilty.

He hurriedly said, "Harry, don't worry, I'll teach you today; the Patronus Charm is very simple.

Darren only learned it in one night, you will definitely be able to stay on the Quidditch team!"

Harry rubbed his hands excitedly.

Then, watching Lupin about to open the cabinet containing the Boggart, he hurriedly asked worriedly, "Professor, don't I need to prepare anything? What spell do I need to chant? Or do I need to make any preparations?"

"Ah? You don't know?"

Lupin turned back in surprise. Harry was bewildered.

The two of them looked at each other.

Lupin then realized that thinking of Harry and Darren as the same was an insult to Darren.

"Alright, perhaps Harry, you might need to work hard for a while to learn it; today, let's talk about the theory first."

Because of the recklessness of the first lesson.

Harry brought Darren along afterward.

He didn't actually know why he wanted to bring Darren, but he always felt that if he brought Darren, Lupin would teach more diligently.

Although he didn't feel Lupin was being perfunctory, he just felt it would be better this way.

That night.

Darren accompanied Harry to drink tea in Lupin's office again.

Lupin sometimes brought butterbeer, but he only let Darren have a small taste.

Clearly, he had already learned from many professors about Darren being sent to the hospital wing for drinking.

Darren felt a bit regretful again.

He shouldn't have gone to find Gellert that day, otherwise, how could things have turned out like this?

He sighed a little.

But he had no intention of explaining.

After all, he didn't really like drinking butterbeer either.

But this stuff was something many people in the wizarding world liked to drink; not liking it felt like being an outcast.

This was fine.

He sat there, finished the cup of butterbeer in one gulp, and watched Harry struggle with the Boggart.

"I don't know why, but every time I can hear my mom and dad's voices in my head... Sometimes I even want to keep listening; that way, perhaps I could tell you more about mom and dad."