Chapter 755

“Darren…”

Harry knelt by Darren’s side, his tears falling continuously.

He thought about the matter of Darren minding the bloodline that he had told him before, and only felt a pain in his chest so great he couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t say a word.

He only knew his younger brother was dead.

And the one who calculated for Darren to die was Dumbledore.

He clearly knew everything, yet he didn’t stop it.

He let Darren take away Voldemort’s soul, and then watched Darren go to his death.

But he did nothing.

He thought Dumbledore was calculating him, but he never expected that Dumbledore was calculating Darren.

His anger lingered in his chest.

He even wanted to take his wand and poke through the mask on that old man’s face.

“Harry, don’t be like this, let me take Darren back…”

It was Hermione.

She said softly.

She gently stroked Darren’s face. There was still a smile on her face.

Harry let go of his hand.

He knew Hermione and the others would be even sadder. They didn’t even get to say goodbye to Darren.

Harry turned back to look at Voldemort.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were joining forces to chase down Voldemort.

“The true master of the Elder Wand is Darren!”

Dumbledore suddenly said.

Harry wanted to say that Darren had given the master of the Elder Wand to him.

But while Dumbledore was chasing Voldemort, he still had time to turn back and explain: “No, the master of the Elder Wand has always been Darren… it was the Elder Wand that chose Darren.

In the first year, I lent the Elder Wand to Darren to use for a while, and the Elder Wand recognized him and never wanted to change again.

It has always longed for Darren to hold it in his hands again.

So it changed hands a few times, but its true master is still Darren!”

Dumbledore said, and gave Voldemort another spell.

Voldemort sneered and said: “What is the point of you saying these things?”

“My meaning is, the Elder Wand will not go against the wishes of its true master, so…”

Dumbledore stood in place without moving.

He shouted: “Expelliarmus!”

Voldemort shouted at the same time: “Avada Kedavra.”

Everything was like slow motion.

The wand that was sending the Killing Curse flew up.

It turned the direction of the wand.

The Killing Curse hit Voldemort.

Voldemort staggered backward.

Then, just like all those mortals who were hit by the Killing Curse, he fell to the ground and died.

Voldemort was dead.

His snake face was hollow and blank. Dumbledore got the Elder Wand. Roars resounded throughout the entire castle.

Some people wept with joy.

But Dumbledore didn’t smile.

He stuffed the Elder Wand into his clothes.

He glanced at Grindelwald, and Grindelwald nodded.

Then he walked to Darren’s side.

Hermione was still hugging him tightly.

Dumbledore said softly: “Give him to me! Perhaps I can still make some effort.”

“You mean, Darren can still be saved?”

Hermione and many others looked at Dumbledore in shock.

Dumbledore said hesitantly: “Yes, he can be saved, his soul shouldn’t have gone far, but it might need your help…

I also don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, perhaps you are unwilling, or perhaps he…

himself is unwilling.”

Dumbledore looked extremely hesitant. But Hermione grabbed his sleeve.

Her eyes finally shed tears.

“I can do anything, as long as he can recover, as long as he can wake up!”

“Yes, I can do it too!”

“I can too!”

“I have no problem either!”

“…”

Voices of everyone talking at once rang out.

Only then did Dumbledore truly show a smile.

He shook his head and said: “Give him to me first, perhaps you don’t need your help, I’ll go try first… besides, Harry, you come with me!”

Harry looked at Dumbledore.

At this moment, he seemed to have not yet come to his senses.

He still hadn’t accepted the news that Darren could still be saved.

However, after he pinched himself hard, he suddenly looked at Dumbledore excitedly.

“Can Darren really come back to life?”

“Harry, this is just a possibility…”

Dumbledore said softly.

Harry looked at Darren’s handsome yet lifeless face, and the excitement in his heart disappeared again.

Yes.

It was just a possibility.

Perhaps it was just Dumbledore worrying that he had no way to help Darren, and if he let Darren die, Dumbledore would have some trouble, so he said that.

Dumbledore just hated trouble.

Harry laughed bitterly.

His younger brother was just trouble in other people’s eyes.

He really wanted to let Dumbledore put Darren down.

Don’t toss him around anymore, he was already asleep, just let him sleep well.

But he thought of Darren’s personality; if Dumbledore wanted Darren’s help, Darren certainly wouldn’t refuse.

He covered his eyes sorrowfully.

To prevent his tears from falling.

“Let’s go, Harry!”

Dumbledore said with a smile.

He walked quickly toward the Headmaster’s office.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and his chair turned into a bed.

He placed Darren on it.

For a moment, Harry thought Darren would open his eyes, look at him groggily, and then show a smile and call him brother.

But he didn’t.

Darren still had his eyes closed tightly.

His eyes were still wearing Harry’s ridiculous glasses.

When Harry realized this, his nose felt sore.

“Harry, I’m very sorry to let you see such a scene, I think your image of me must be filthy.”

Dumbledore laughed.

Harry didn’t answer this question.

He looked at Darren and said: “If you can’t save Darren, send him out, he needs to stay with Hermione and the others… they miss him very much.”

And Remus and the others.

They had already cried bitterly more than once just now.

Even Voldemort’s death couldn’t save this sorrowful atmosphere.

“Oh, Harry, I still have to tell you, I really have a clue about saving Darren back.

Perhaps, you have to wait until I finish telling you everything, then you will understand how we should save him.”

Harry shook his head with a bitter smile.

“I don’t want to know…”

“No, you should know, let me think, where should I start telling you from… let’s start from the matter of me letting you go to your death!”

Harry looked at him.

He shook his head.

His gaze fell on Darren again.

“No, the one who died wasn’t me, it was…”

He couldn’t go on, his tears finally fell.

They hit the table, then fell to the ground, wetting a small patch of the floor.

“Oh, Harry, you have to listen to me carefully, I did intend to let you go find Voldemort, because I knew you definitely wouldn’t die.

Can you know why I thought this way?”

Harry didn’t want to think.

But he couldn’t help but think.

Or rather, he knew the answer without thinking.

The answer was already on his lips.

“Because he took my blood to resurrect!”

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