Chapter 751

He could only send Darren to the hospital wing.

He tried every possible way to force the potion into Darren’s mouth, but in the blink of an eye, Darren would involuntarily vomit it back up.

Snape went, trembling, to summon Madam Pomfrey.

The scene shifted once again.

Snape stood in his office, looking painfully at Dumbledore’s portrait.

“Why? Why does that child still have Voldemort’s bloodline? Why?”

He said he and Lily… ah!

Do not let that child know, I cannot let that child know about this matter.

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The scene shifted once again.

It was still Dumbledore’s office.

Phineas appeared in a hurry.

He said loudly: “They are at Godric’s Hollow, that Mudblood…”

“Do not use that word!”

“Yes, that Miss Granger let me see, she wants Darren to go over.”

“Very good, go notify Darren quickly, I think he is already impatient to go over and take a look.”

The Sorting Hat is already in his hands, he will certainly send the Sorting Hat over to those people.”

The scene disappeared for the last time.

Harry and Darren were pushed out. Harry lay on the floor.

He looked at Darren.

Darren was not looking at him; he seemed to be thinking about something else.

Harry thought, the retribution had finally come; the retribution for him cold-shouldering Darren because of Darren’s Voldemort bloodline had finally arrived.

Darren seemed to no longer be sad for him. In truth, it was just Voldemort’s bloodline.

Darren also had Snape’s bloodline…

Perhaps there was some misunderstanding in this.

Otherwise, how could Darren have two people’s bloodlines? But all of this was in the past.

He finally understood now that he was living just to wait for death.

He was just one of the Horcruxes; he had to personally sever this last connection himself.

He had to die.

He was thinking, if he died at Godric’s Hollow, perhaps it would be better.

Or, if he were to fall down unknowingly like Ted Tonks, would he not have to choose his own death?

Dumbledore understood him.

He handed the matter of the Horcruxes to them. He let him kill himself with his own hands.

As for Darren, he thought, he understood.

Darren’s existence was to kill that snake after he died.

Darren would certainly proceed according to Dumbledore’s requirements.

This was inevitable.

Dumbledore understood all of this.

Harry lay bitterly on the ground.

He felt his heart beating thump-thump.

Powerful.

But it would disappear in a moment.

He looked up at Darren.

Darren was still as handsome as ever; when he didn’t say anything, he was quite intimidating.

Harry recalled many things from the past.

He recalled the figure of Darren standing in front of him.

He wiped his face.

“You should eat well in the future, don’t be so desperate over every little thing, and don’t be so kind…”

“And don’t listen to what Voldemort says, you are his bloodline, I… I actually don’t care that much…”

“You still care a little, don’t you?

You care, Professor Snape cares, Hermione cares, Ron cares.

If he announced it, many people would care.

Care that I have such a dirty bloodline…”

“Actually, when I found out I possessed such a bloodline, I knew my fate…”

Harry wanted to argue something, but Darren didn’t let him speak.

“Brother, listen to me first, actually I had long ago deduced that Dumbledore said you were a Horcrux.

I figured this out myself; even if he erased my memory, I would have deduced it again.

After I deduced it, I was thinking about what I should do.

Dumbledore doesn’t know what I want to do, and I don’t know what he wants to do; perhaps he can guess what I want to do, but he doesn’t believe I can do it…”

“Darren…”

Harry looked at Darren with unease.

He didn’t know what Darren really wanted to do, but he always felt it wouldn’t be a good thing.

At the very least, for Darren himself, it wasn’t a good thing.

Darren smiled softly: “I came up with a method before, which is to transfer Voldemort’s soul onto me, and I will die in my brother’s place.

Yes, theoretically I can do it, but…”

“There is already a soul in my mind, I cannot bear that much, not to mention there is another condition…”

I have been preparing during this time, allowing myself to bear that soul for a short period.

And waiting for the opportunity to satisfy the other condition.

That is, waiting for when you, brother, are emotionally agitated and want to die; that is when I transfer Voldemort’s soul to myself for a short time.”

“Darren, what nonsense are you talking about!”

Harry looked at him in horror.

He began to back away.

“You cannot do this, I tell you, you cannot do this; no matter how you look at it, you are more suited to live than I am!”

Harry wanted to rush out of Dumbledore’s office so he wouldn’t have to let Darren go die for him.

But Darren just glanced at him.

A rope bound him.

“Listen to me, speaking of which, I am truly lucky…”

To complete the soul transfer I theorized, it requires brother’s emotional fluctuation of wanting to die.

I originally thought it would require more guidance, I didn’t expect Professor Snape’s memory today would be able to trigger brother’s emotions…”

“Don’t move, don’t struggle, it is already being transferred; since you came out, I have already started, and it will be over soon.

You know me, if it weren’t to stop you, I wouldn’t tell you… of course, telling you now, besides the fact that I cannot lie and want to delay time, is more to explain some things.

Brother, after I go find Voldemort, find an opportunity to kill Nagini, you know, it is the final piece of the puzzle.

And Voldemort…”

“I will use the spell from before Mom died to protect you and everyone else before I die, you will not be killed by him, besides…”

“Expelliarmus!”

Darren hadn’t bound Harry well.

Harry broke free and shouted loudly.

Darren’s wand flew out of his hand.