Chapter 765

Darren had successfully surpassed Harry's popularity. Now, mentioning Darren's name in the magical world, there was no one who didn't know it.

Of course, a great deal of the credit for this was the "The Potter Brothers" written by that anonymous person.

Alright, this anonymous person was Pachi.

Darren hadn't expected Pachi to have such talent; it almost wrote Darren into the biography of famous people and great men.

Darren smiled.

He put down the newspaper.

Hermione beside him brought him a glass of water.

She looked at the cover of the newspaper and laughed softly.

"Rita Skeeter finally said a few human words this time. She must have been afraid you would deal with her, which is why she told the truth."

"But I know you wouldn't deal with her; you are always so kind!"

Hermione's tone was a bit sighing.

Darren was such a simple and kind person; there would always be people who thought of him as very bad, like Rita Skeeter, like those centaurs.

They always told outsiders that Darren bullied them.

How could that be?

Because Darren was forced to survive by them, during this time, Darren had been tortured by guilt and pain.

There was even Voldemort's bloodline, which made him unable to sleep well. He just occasionally went for a walk in the Forbidden Forest, and those centaurs actually wronged him.

It wasn't because they saw Darren was easy to talk to, kind, and couldn't bear to blame them, that they bullied Darren like that.

Excessive!

Hermione thought she must strive to become Minister for Magic, and then drive those centaurs out.

Darren was kind, but they wouldn't let Darren suffer such grievances! She snorted.

She looked at Darren with a worried expression.

"Are you still feeling pain? But let us be selfish; please live well for us. I'm sorry for making you live such a life."

Darren revealed a smile.

He said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not uncomfortable, I'm living well."

[Ding, Saint Father Value +100]

Hermione's eyes turned red.

She nodded.

Hugged Darren.

"I've wronged you!"

She said with empathy.

Although Darren didn't quite understand the grievance she was talking about, he immediately raised a smile.

"No grievance, you are happy, I am happy."

[Ding, Saint Father Value +100]

Hermione choked up.

She thought of Rita Skeeter capturing Darren's melancholy eyes, and she understood that Darren was only doing it for their happiness.

He knew everyone liked him, so he endured everything and didn't refuse.

He would probably only expose his fragility in the dead of night.

This was what they owed him.

But they wouldn't let him go to his death.

Such a good Darren should live for a long, long time! Five years later.

Darren was sipping a drink on the beach.

Carol brought the latest news from the Ministry of Magic.

"My dear, I will come over tonight. Fortunately, those students are on vacation, otherwise I might have even more things to do."

Ginny said with a smile on the side: "Hermione is so busy, Darren, why don't you come and play with us?"

Darren shook his head.

He said gently: "Forget it, I don't want to run around for now. Tom is making a fuss in my soul wanting to come out; I'll appease him first."

After Darren finished speaking, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the beach chair.

It seemed he really went to appease Tom in his soul.

Ginny looked at his profile warmly and couldn't help but leave a kiss on his cheek.

She wasn't worried about Darren waking up.

Because when he was in his soul, he wouldn't be clear about things outside.

Ginny waved her wand, and a blanket covered Darren's body.

Ginny stroked his face and said: "Silly, you always worry about so many things every day, when will you be able to let yourself rest?"

Darren felt a small sigh of relief after she left.

He looked helplessly at Voldemort, who was almost about to reveal his figure.

"My Tom father, if Ginny sees you, the fact that you ran out of my soul won't be able to be covered up."

Voldemort pursed his lips.

He said unhappily: "It's not like I can't be seen. Didn't Dumbledore already agree to let me leave your soul and go to the East you mentioned?"

"Also, don't call me Tom, I hate the name Tom!"

"The Headmaster agreed, but everyone doesn't know yet."

"If everyone knew that Lord Voldemort, who should have died, appeared again, it would definitely cause unnecessary panic."

"So, my Voldemort father, if you appear, it's best to change your face. I don't plan to organize another anti-magic activity."

"Recently, I've been so busy that my feet haven't touched the ground to get Headmaster Dumbledore to accept you, and I've only just relaxed."

Voldemort snorted.

He admitted this, so his expression improved a bit.

But he was still a bit unhappy.

"Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and even that Snape can openly add their names to your name, why can't I?"

Darren was also his bloodline, why couldn't he have such treatment? Darren held his forehead helplessly.

He sighed softly.

"If it was just adding your name Tom, I guess no one would say anything, but if you add your name Voldemort, I'm afraid the magical world will be in turmoil tomorrow."

"What's more, your body is complete now, your soul is complete, you can go to the East to truly have a real heir of your own, instead of me, this..."

"Hmph, do you think I would be someone like Malfoy?"

Voldemort said unhappily.

He turned around.

Then he said angrily: "I heard that recently, you have been persuading Dumbledore and Snape, and even that werewolf Lupin, to have children themselves. Is it because you don't want to live anymore?"

Darren froze.

This was the sequela.

Maybe he had performed too tragically.

Five years had passed, and Voldemort and the others still thought he would want to die at any time.

He persuaded Remus and Dumbledore and the others to have children, just because they seriously affected his life.

They came to visit him almost every day.

Even if he was teaching at Hogwarts, those people would talk to him.

He felt these people seriously affected his life with his thirty-plus wives.

So, he forced those people to have children themselves to look after.

Of course, there was no way; the persona he had created himself, he had to stick with it even if he had to kneel.

So Darren revealed a bitter expression.

"No, I didn't, I just... just, just worried that you don't have your own children..."

After he finished speaking.

He naturally saw Voldemort's worried and helpless expression.

"Alright, you can't lie again. I can tell at a glance that you are still in pain and haven't walked out of it!"

Voldemort sighed. What should they do with this child?

"Don't worry, I will insist on living!"

[Ding, Saint Father Value +100]

Darren revealed a gentle smile.

Voldemort sighed deeply. Such a kind and simple child, why couldn't Merlin be a little better to him?

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