Chapter 746: You're back!!

Darren didn't care about Hermione and the others' thoughts at this moment; he waved his wand, and the crate moved away.

That small tunnel was also opened by him at this time.

He was the first to rush in.

Snape's face still retained a look of pain.

But when he saw Darren, his eyes were full of guilt.

"Sorry... take this..."

A large pile of silvery things appeared from Snape's ears, mouth, and eyes. Darren waved his wand.

Those things were all collected together by him and placed in a glass bottle.

Snape closed his eyes sorrowfully, and he fell down.

"Darren..."

Hermione called out softly.

But Darren didn't speak.

He waved his wand, and a pile of potions appeared beside him.

He poured them into Snape's mouth bottle by bottle.

He didn't know how many bottles he poured.

He finally discovered that Snape's breathing had stabilized.

Clearly, this Half-Blood Prince, the old simp who died in the Shrieking Shack in the original work, had survived.

"Darren, should we send him to the hospital wing?"

Hermione asked cautiously.

Darren shook his head.

He cast a Disillusionment Charm on Snape, then stuffed him into a cupboard in the Shrieking Shack.

"Darren..."

Harry wanted to say something.

But at this moment, a high-pitched voice interrupted him.

It was Voldemort.

Voldemort's voice resounded throughout Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.

"You have put up a brave resistance."

"Lord Voldemort admires your courage."

"But you have suffered great losses. If you continue, you will die one after another, and the werewolves and giants will become even more frenzied."

"Lord Voldemort does not wish for this to happen."

"Wizard blood is precious, every drop of it. Therefore, Lord Voldemort will give you one hour."

"I will order my Death Eaters to withdraw. In this hour, you can tend to your dead and let them depart with dignity."

"Now, Harry Potter, I want to speak to you directly. I hope you will not let your friends die for you, but come and face me personally!"

"I will wait for you in the Forbidden Forest for one hour. If you have not come out by the end of this hour, the battle will continue, and I will join the fray myself!"

"Harry Potter, I will punish every man, woman, old person, and child who harbors you, not one will be spared, one hour!"

Voldemort's voice finally stopped.

Darren looked back at Harry.

"Brother... I will go in your place, you just need to kill Nagini!"

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

"Don't talk nonsense, neither of you is allowed to go!"

Hermione shouted loudly.

Ron's face still retained terror.

He subconsciously wanted to pull Darren, wanting to drag him away. But he seemed to remember something, and he took a step back.

Darren's face turned pale.

But he pretended not to see it; he just closed his eyes sorrowfully.

"Let's go, let's go back first!"

Harry said softly.

The four of them walked toward the castle in silence.

The road back was quiet to the extreme.

Ron's face showed a look of guilt, as if he was building himself up mentally.

Hermione didn't have much of a reaction.

As for Harry, he was distracted.

Darren pretended he was still immersed in the facts announced by Voldemort, unable to extricate himself.

They walked back to the castle with heavy steps.

The castle was extremely peaceful.

Only broken walls and ruins, looking particularly desolate.

Ginny and the others were crying around someone.

Darren looked, it wasn't a student he was very familiar with.

Even though he told himself, how could there be no deaths in war, a trace of melancholy still arose in his heart.

Hermione went over and hugged Ginny, and they cried together.

They continued to walk forward.

Mrs. Weasley was comforting Tonks.

Tonks's mother was kneeling in front of her father.

They were sobbing.

"You're back..."

But everyone could see that his face had been bitten by a werewolf.

Neville was lying on the ground, his body covered in blood, but he was still alive.

Madam Pomfrey was treating him. Percy saw Ron.

He waved.

Ron returned to the side of the Weasley family.

Harry and Darren did not.

They continued to walk forward in silence.

None of them spoke.

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

He wanted to cry sorrowfully, but he couldn't cry at all.

He thought they were the closest brothers, but Darren had Voldemort's bloodline.

As soon as he thought about his mother being... by Voldemort, which led to Darren, the more he thought, the more painful his heart became.

They subconsciously walked toward Dumbledore's office.

Standing at the door of Dumbledore's office, Darren originally thought he would have to guess the password.

But it wasn't necessary.

As soon as he walked there, the two ugly stone statues of the office moved aside.

They revealed the staircase behind them.

Darren and Harry climbed up the stairs.

They stood in Dumbledore's former office.

This circular office was a bit different from before.

The biggest difference was that all the former headmaster portraits had left.

They seemed to have all run to the portraits at the very front of the castle to observe the development of the situation.

Dumbledore's portrait was the same.

Empty.

Of course, every time Darren came here, Dumbledore's portrait was empty.

He pretended to sigh with regret.

Then he placed the memory he got from Snape into the Pensieve in the headmaster's office.

When Snape gave him the memory, he probably thought he was going to die.

He probably gave him a lot of memories.

Hopefully there were no memories in there that would cause Snape social death.

Darren almost laughed out loud.

But he still stirred the memories in the Pensieve with his wand, and then, without taking Harry, he dove in headfirst.

He figured Harry shouldn't need him to urge him.

After all, he had just learned about his background, he would definitely be awkward for a while, so Harry should be able to understand.

Darren smiled.

He fell into the Pensieve headfirst.

His feet landed on the warm ground of the Pensieve.

Harry appeared too.

In front of them was a bush, and inside the bush were two beautiful girls.

Behind them was a boy with greasy hair.

It was Snape as a child.

Snape had a simp expression even at a young age.

He stared at Lily without blinking.

When Darren got closer, he felt this was truly a simp. This should be Snape and Lily's first formal meeting.

Lily was swinging on a swing with Petunia.

She swung the swing high.

She was even scolded by Petunia.

But Lily didn't care at all; she even turned a withered flower into a fresh one.

Petunia shrieked.

Snape finally made his appearance...

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