Chapter 753

Darren thought he perhaps should walk through King’s Cross Station like Harry.

But to his surprise, perhaps it was because he blocked Voldemort’s soul from himself.

So, Voldemort only harmed his own soul.

After being stripped of a part of his main soul by Darren, Voldemort lost consciousness.

Darren naturally could only pretend to have lost consciousness.

After all, if he didn’t pretend to be dead like this, Voldemort probably wouldn’t give others a chance to kill Nagini.

What would happen then wouldn’t be the so-called plot.

Without the original plot bonus, he would definitely lose his current wit aura.

Better to honestly follow the plot.

Darren lay on his side on the ground, motionless.

He held his breath.

At this time, the sound of Death Eaters also came from Voldemort’s side.

“Master!”

They called out worriedly.

“I’m fine!”

Voldemort seemed to have regained consciousness too.

He stood up.

Then he looked in the direction where Darren fell.

The Death Eaters who had gathered around all scattered.

Everyone’s eyes were on Darren.

“Master, how are you?”

Bellatrix looked extremely worried.

Voldemort seemed to dodge her.

“I am not that weak… that boy, is he dead?”

Voldemort also seemed a bit uncertain.

The clearing was silent.

No one dared to approach Darren, only daring to keep their eyes on Darren.

After all, so many times, Harry’s protagonist aura really made them afraid.

Darren was not afraid.

His ability to pretend to be dead was still very powerful.

Lying there, he could keep from breathing, motionless.

He could even keep his heart from beating.

It can only be said that magic is truly a good thing.

In the original work, Harry just didn’t dare to take out his wand and couldn’t use it.

While he had to cast spells on himself without a wand and without making a sound.

Bang!

Perhaps Voldemort kicked someone. It could also be that he was pointing his wand at someone.

That person fell to the ground.

Voldemort shouted: “You, go take a look, see if he is dead!”

Darren took a quiet look at the person approaching through the faint light.

Just like in the original work, it was Narcissa.

Darren immediately let his face return to his own appearance.

I don’t know when Voldemort will discover that he almost killed his own bloodline.

Narcissa’s hands turned Darren over to lie flat.

She seemed to want to see if Darren was dead.

But when she saw Darren’s face, her eyes almost widened.

She let out a small sob.

Fortunately, in such an environment, no one thought there was any problem with her actions.

Narcissa sobbed as she turned Darren’s eyelids, and then went to listen to Darren’s heartbeat.

When she found that there was indeed none, a look of despair appeared on her face.

“Is he dead?”

Voldemort asked again.

Narcissa turned back abruptly to look at Voldemort. Her gaze was full of despair and sorrow.

And a trace of mockery.

“He is dead!”

She said softly.

The Death Eaters finally cheered.

For a time, red and white lights were fired randomly in the Forbidden Forest; Voldemort shouted loudly.

“See? Harry Potter finally died at my hands, this time, no one will ever be able to stop me again!”

Narcissa seemed to laugh.

She said in a low voice: “Master, what about Darren Potter!”

Voldemort laughed out loud.

“It seems, Lord Voldemort, must solemnly declare here once again, Darren Potter is Lord Voldemort’s bloodline.

When this news is told to the wizards, they will understand that Darren Potter will always belong to Lord Voldemort!”

Voldemort laughed out loud. The Death Eaters all cheered. Everyone was full of happy smiles.

Only Narcissa didn’t laugh.

She stumbled to Lucius’s side.

Lucius hugged her tightly.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…”

Lucius said in a low voice.

But Narcissa didn’t say a word.

“Then, next, we are going to punish this little friend!” Voldemort shouted again.

Darren felt himself being thrown into the air. Then he landed on the ground.

This activity was done several times.

Narcissa let out bursts of whimpering sounds.

But she did nothing; she seemed to always want Voldemort to go look at Darren.

“Master, won’t you take a look at him yourself?”

Narcissa said in a low voice.

Voldemort ignored her.

Even if he thought Harry Potter was dead, Voldemort still didn’t approach him.

Plus, until now, the Forbidden Forest was only illuminated by the bonfire lit by Voldemort and the others; Darren wearing Harry’s glasses didn’t make him suspicious at all.

When Darren was thrown up and landed on the ground again, the glasses were crooked…

Jeering laughter resounded in the air.

“Alright, we should go into the castle… let them see what their hero has become, who will carry the corpse… right!”

Voldemort suddenly pointed at Hagrid.

He laughed loudly: “It’s you, he is in your arms, he should be very conspicuous, right?

Hagrid, pick up your little friend, make him even more conspicuous… and the glasses, put his glasses on him, so people can recognize him better…”

Hagrid hugged Darren.

He tried to put the glasses on Darren, but his arms stiffened.

Then large drops of tears fell on Darren’s face.

“Move!”

Someone shouted loudly.

Hagrid stood stiffly without moving.

Until Voldemort waved his wand, Hagrid was forced to stand up, sobbing.

He hugged Darren even tighter.

Darren thought Hagrid would tell Voldemort who he killed.

But Hagrid didn’t say a word either.

Just kept shedding tears.

“Hurry up, hurry up, don’t waste time, we want them to see, take a good look!”

Voldemort shouted loudly.

Hagrid carried Darren through the Forbidden Forest.

When Darren felt the light shining on him through his tightly closed eyes, he estimated that Voldemort would soon discover that he had killed his own bloodline.

However, Voldemort still didn’t look at his face.

I don’t know if Voldemort had too much of a shadow from Harry.

He didn’t even dare to look at the face after killing someone…

Darren was speechless.

He continued to wait.

“Stop!”

Voldemort finally said.

Hagrid’s body staggered, then stopped.

But he still held Darren firmly.

Someone walked past Hagrid.

It was Voldemort.

Voldemort stood in front of Hagrid.

Then he said loudly: “Harry Potter is dead, he was killed while fleeing; when you were sacrificing your lives for him, he was only concerned with saving his own life.

To prove to you that he is dead, I have brought his corpse to you.

We have won, we have defeated your resistors, and we have also killed Harry Potter.

Next, you need to come out kneeling, you must kneel before me and submit to me.

As for Darren Potter, if you are awake, then I will give you a chance, a chance for you to fight me fairly.

If you lose, then just like them, submit to me!”

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