Chapter 752

Harry laughed.

He thought he was about to succeed.

But Darren didn’t pick up his wand; he waved his hand, and Harry was bound once again.

Darren looked at him with a smile.

He continued: “The master of the Elder Wand was once me; after Snape killed Dumbledore, he was defeated by me, so the master of the Elder Wand was me before.

But it transferred just now, the master of the Elder Wand is you, so, brother, don’t be afraid, you just need to go kill him when the time comes.”

Harry looked at him in disbelief.

“You deliberately didn’t bind me well, right?”

“Yes, after all, what I want brother to do is just that…”

“Don’t worry, you will always be a hero in my heart, you will always be the best; of course, brother, you need to take a short nap, there should only be half an hour left, you will be able to wake up then… farewell, brother!”

“No, no…”

Harry shouted, struggling.

But Darren waved his hand.

Harry fell to the ground.

He said softly: “Goodbye, brother!”

He lowered his head to pick up his own wand, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Hmm.

It’s finally going to end…

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Darren’s original idea was to leave Voldemort alive.

But it’s a pity, Voldemort is courting death; Dumbledore has calculated so much, he probably won’t let Voldemort go.

So he had to make a little more preparation, which was to go find Voldemort himself, and then when Voldemort destroyed his own soul, intercept a bit of Voldemort’s main soul; he helped Voldemort keep the main soul, and then let Harry or Dumbledore kill Voldemort later.

However, he thought Harry might not have the chance.

After all, he felt someone watching him along the way.

It might be Dumbledore.

So it is estimated that Dumbledore will take action to kill Voldemort.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Darren.

Anyway, with Voldemort’s main soul in his hands and no other Horcruxes left, he could achieve the accomplishment of Voldemort being alive but never being able to get out.

Who let Voldemort be bad at everything else, but he was quite good to him, this bloodline; he really couldn’t do the thing of letting Voldemort’s main soul die.

So he planned to intercept a bit of Voldemort’s main soul and send it to the East for ideological education and reform.

If he could get a Voldemort of the people, that would be too funny.

But no matter what.

On the surface, he still had to prepare to go to his death.

He took out the Polyjuice Potion, added a hair of Harry’s, and drank it in one gulp.

Then he put on Harry’s Invisibility Cloak, and then, he took one last look at the still empty portrait and left Dumbledore’s office.

On the way, he stepped on a corpse. It was Colin Creevey.

Darren dodged it.

Because Neville had already come over.

He carried Colin’s corpse, his face full of tears.

Darren felt he should save these people, but he did nothing; he walked straight ahead.

He checked the time and walked outside the castle.

Hagrid’s hut appeared in the darkness.

Four o’clock in the morning, at this time, the sky was still completely dark.

Darren passed by Hagrid’s hut.

Then he arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The Forbidden Forest was surrounded by Dementors.

Darren was hesitating whether to release his Azure Dragon Dementor.

But he released nothing.

He walked step by step into the middle of the Dementors; he was not afraid of these guys to begin with.

“Who!”

Finally, someone shouted.

Darren knew he had reached the middle of the Death Eaters’ encirclement.

He took off the Invisibility Cloak and continued to walk forward.

No one stopped him.

They cleared a path for him.

He finally walked to the very center of the clearing.

A bonfire was burning in the center of the clearing.

Death Eaters were standing all around.

Some were indifferent, some were full of fear, and others seemed to be distracted.

Of course, no matter what their thoughts were, they were all staring at Voldemort.

Standing around Voldemort were Narcissa and Lucius; their faces were full of despair and confusion.

Voldemort was standing at the edge of the clearing.

His eyes were closed tightly, as if he didn’t care what was happening now.

The Elder Wand was held tightly in his palm.

Floating behind him was the cage containing Nagini.

The cage was flickering with blue light.

Voldemort seemed prepared to let Nagini leave if there was any problem.

“You’ve come!”

As Darren approached, Voldemort finally opened his eyes.

He watched Darren approach and looked around the surroundings.

After not finding the person he hoped to see, he asked suspiciously: “Where is Darren? Why didn’t he come with you? I thought he wouldn’t tolerate you coming alone.”

Darren pretended to be a little nervous and said: “He wanted to come, I stunned him, I didn’t want him to go to his death with me…”

“Go to your death?”

Voldemort laughed out loud.

He seemed to think what Darren said was ridiculous.

“Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived…”

“No, Harry, go back quickly, go back quickly!”

It was Hagrid’s voice.

Darren looked in the direction of the voice; it was Hagrid.

He was tied to a large tree behind Voldemort.

He was also guarded by giants around him.

Darren hadn’t seen him just now, probably because Hagrid was indeed too small compared to these giants.

“Shut up!”

Dolohov shouted.

He waved his wand.

Hagrid couldn’t make a sound immediately.

Darren withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Voldemort.

Voldemort’s conversation was interrupted by Hagrid, and he finally realized that perhaps he should deal with Harry first.

“It has dragged on for a long, long time, Lord Voldemort does not want to waste his breath on someone like you anymore!”

Voldemort raised his hand.

A green light hit Darren…

Harry finally regained a bit of consciousness.

He remembered, Darren was going to die for him.

Darren!

He sat up abruptly.

Everything in front of him was empty, his Invisibility Cloak was gone, Darren’s wand had also disappeared, and his glasses were gone too.

Darren disguised himself as him, Darren went to his death.

He subconsciously checked the time.

But he found that fifteen minutes had already passed.

If Darren went over, this time was enough…

Harry stood up in a panic; he seemed about to rush out.

He couldn’t, he couldn’t watch Darren go to his death!

“Oh, child, before everything is over, I’m afraid you need to have a talk with me.”

Just as Harry was about to go out, a voice appeared. It was a person.

That person was sitting behind Dumbledore’s desk.

There was a smile on his face, but overall, it was still a bit cold.

“I think you should have seen me before, Gellert Grindelwald, nice to meet you.”

Grindelwald reached out his hand.

Although Harry was surprised why Grindelwald wasn’t dead but was here instead, his heart was now filled with Darren.

He thought, if he was faster, Darren might…

“Sorry, child… Darren has already met him, and he also used the Killing Curse on him.”

Grindelwald said softly. Harry turned his head suddenly.

He fell back onto the ground.

For a moment, he actually felt that perhaps he should have died.

He should have died in that place just like his parents, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about these things anymore.

“I think you perhaps shouldn’t be so sad, after all, Voldemort’s bloodline, you must care about it very much.”

Harry raised his head in anger.

“I don’t care, how many times do I have to tell you, I don’t care!

If I cared, I had many opportunities to kill him, I don’t care, I don’t care about his bloodline!”

He shouted.

Grindelwald snorted.

“I don’t think you don’t care, haven’t you been cold to him for a long time?”

Harry’s face turned pale.

He suddenly thought of what Hermione said to him today; if Darren died today, he would regret his actions for the rest of his life.

Yes!

“This is all retribution!”

Harry said self-deprecatingly.

He stood up.

He picked up his wand.

“Where are you going?”

“To follow Darren’s request, to go on… and then let everything return to the right path, damn it, hasn’t it always been me?”

“I never said that!”

Grindelwald said playfully.

Harry looked back at him coldly.

“Don’t stop me, if you want me to tell Voldemort that you are still alive!”

“Unpleasant child, really…”

Grindelwald wanted to say something else.

But Harry didn’t care anymore.

He rushed out.

And at this moment, Voldemort’s voice resounded throughout the castle…

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