Chapter 740: War means people will die!!

Harry couldn't say a word.

He knew it was his own problem.

He knew that having Voldemort's bloodline wasn't what Darren wanted.

He also couldn't afford to lose Darren.

But he just kept losing his temper over this matter.

Plus the pain in his scar, and the anxiety that Voldemort was coming and they hadn't found the Horcrux yet.

He couldn't say anything nice anymore.

He wanted to explain something, but he still remained silent.

Hermione saw his attitude and became even more furious.

Ron could only keep trying to mediate on the side.

"Don't be like this, don't have internal strife! If You-Know-Who finds out, he will definitely laugh!"

Hermione knew this logic, but she was still furious.

She almost blurted out: "If, if tonight is the final battle, if Darren dies here, do you want him to die with the thought that his brother hated him?"

Harry suddenly looked up.

"He won't die!"

Hermione didn't speak. She wiped away her tears.

Then she let out a breath.

Clearly, she had been holding this in.

It's just that she was holding it in very uncomfortably, and only now did it come out.

"Alright, alright, Darren definitely won't die... We all know he is very powerful, right?"

Ron said uneasily. Hermione sighed.

She looked at Harry several times.

Finally, she said softly: "Harry, if something happens to Darren tonight, you will regret it for the rest of your life. I don't know why you are treating him like this, but... you really will regret it!"

Harry's heart tightened.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

And Hermione didn't want to hear him say anything either.

She coldly explained what Darren meant just now.

"Darren was reminded by Professor Flitwick's words. That's right, the living don't know, but the dead should know.

For example, the Ravenclaw ghost... I think they should know.

Alright, I'm going to evacuate the students. If you are willing to listen to him, then come with me!"

She ran down first.

Harry was filled with shame.

He turned back to look at the direction Darren had left.

In the end, he could only rush down.

That's right.

He would apologize.

But he still had to evacuate the students, didn't he?

Darren was currently looking for the Ravenclaw ghost, the Grey Lady.

Although he knew where Ravenclaw's diadem was placed, he still had to follow the plot, right?

Besides, it was chaotic outside, wouldn't it be nice to find the ghost lady and have a chat? The Grey Lady was a very beautiful ghost.

Her long hair reached her waist, her figure was tall, and her gaze was arrogant.

She almost never spoke to anyone.

When she saw Darren, she revealed a look of surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry, Grey Lady, I have a question: where is your mother's diadem?"

The Grey Lady paused. She seemed to want to laugh.

But she couldn't laugh.

"You are like him, but you don't have his patience. Of course, you are all interested in Ravenclaw's diadem."

She said softly.

Darren looked at her figure.

He said with a bitter smile: "By 'him', you mean Voldemort, right? You once told your story to Voldemort?"

The Grey Lady became terrified.

She hesitated and said: "Yes... I still regret it to this day, but... I had no choice, did I?

I didn't know he would become that kind of person later..."

Darren pretended to sigh.

He sat down next to the Grey Lady.

Then he sighed and said: "Then, just tell me what you told him before, and consider it your way of atoning for your sins."

"Atoning for sins? Do ghosts need to do that too?"

The Grey Lady was somewhat surprised.

Darren seemed even more surprised than her.

"When you do something wrong, don't you need to correct and make up for it?"

The Grey Lady was speechless.

Then she finally compromised.

"Alright, I am Helena Ravenclaw, the daughter of Ravenclaw...

When I was alive, I wanted to be smarter and more talented than her... so I stole her diadem.

My mother never told anyone; she kept this matter hidden until she fell ill. She was dying, and she sent the Bloody Baron to find me.

She knew the Bloody Baron loved me and wouldn't stop until he found me.

The Bloody Baron indeed found me. I refused to go back with him, I didn't believe what he said... he killed me.

Later he sobered up, he was full of regret, he took the sword that killed me and committed suicide. He has also become a ghost now, he deserves it!"

Darren looked at her.

The Grey Lady revealed an angry expression.

He asked softly: "Then, where is Ravenclaw's diadem?"

The Grey Lady stared into Darren's eyes.

"When I saw the Bloody Baron, I hid the diadem in a hollow tree in the forests of Albania...

Later, that person came to the school, and he hid the diadem right here in this school...

I cannot tell you the specifics. Ravenclaw has her own dignity; wit beyond measure is one's own treasure. I hope you can figure it out yourself!"

The Grey Lady laughed.

Then she drifted away. Darren stood in place, watching her back.

There was some surprise in his eyes.

Because in the original work, the Grey Lady didn't tell Harry so much.

Many things were guessed by Harry himself.

He still thought Helena Ravenclaw didn't know at all! But that didn't matter.

Darren stood up.

He patted the dust off his body.

Then he heard Professor McGonagall's notification echoing throughout the school: "All students gather in the Great Hall!"

He immediately headed to the Great Hall.

Preparing to gain some more Saintly Father Value there.

On the way, he ran into quite a few students.

When they saw him, shocked expressions appeared on their faces.

When Darren walked into the Great Hall, Harry and the others were already waiting there.

Seeing Darren walk in, Harry revealed a trace of guilt.

He subconsciously wanted to go over and apologize. But Darren didn't give him that opportunity.

When he was being disdainful, he was ruthless in every way.

Did Harry really think that if he said sorry, and he said it's okay, this matter would end nicely?

He pretended to be worried about Harry mocking him, took a step back, and went to direct the students.

Soon, the students were all standing in the Great Hall.

Professor McGonagall didn't speak; she handed the right to speak to Darren.

Darren nodded.

He looked at everyone in the Great Hall.

A smile appeared on his face.

"I know all the students present, and you should know me too, so you should also know that I don't lie.

So... tonight, Voldemort is coming to the school.

You understand very well what I, my brother, and other wizards from the entire magical world who are resisting Voldemort are going to do.

We are going to have a battle. In this battle, whether we win or lose, we will not agree to students participating!

Now, all students are under the leadership of the faculty, Mr. Filch, and my brother, Hermione, and Ron.

And even the Order of the Phoenix and D.A. members, leave the school through the secret passageways.

This is an order. I hope everyone won't waste any more time. War means people will die, even I might die, and I don't want you to die here too!"

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

[Ding...]

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