Chapter 774

Clearly, this guy intended to start his revenge.

He probably planned to start with the time of Buckbeak's appeal.

If he didn't attend Buckbeak's appeal by then, wouldn't it be useless?

If he were even more ruthless, Fudge would return to the Ministry of Magic now and have the Ministry remove the regulation he mentioned, which would make it even more thorough.

After all, Fudge had been tricked by him into using Veritaserum to prove his innocence; he definitely wouldn't be willing not to do something to rub salt in his wounds.

Rather than waiting for Fudge to secretly cause trouble, Darren felt it would be better to give Fudge the opportunity.

No matter how much Fudge did, Dumbledore wouldn't let Buckbeak die.

By then, using a Time-Turner to stir up some trouble, wouldn't it be finished?

And Darren could also farm Saintly Father Value from this incident.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Darren almost laughed out loud.

But he quickly suppressed his smile. He looked at Fudge, his eyes full of pleading.

Fudge laughed.

He looked at Darren and said: "I remember it's at three-thirty in the afternoon."

Tsk.

It was clearly two o'clock in the afternoon, yet he added an hour and a half to it.

If he were really just an ordinary student, a little Saintly Father, he probably wouldn't even have tears to cry at the end.

Tsk.

Fortunately, he wasn't...

Actually, Fudge was just telling Darren and the others that even if it was at two o'clock, they couldn't go.

Because they had one last exam.

That was Divination.

Because Divination was easy to coast through, Darren didn't give up on the small class at all.

Good heavens, besides Hagrid, what other class could be as easy to fool as Divination?

You just had to predict your own death.

Every day his homework was predicting what would happen to him.

Predicting how he would die, and every time he was praised by Trelawney.

This time was the same.

Just as he entered the classroom, Trelawney asked him to look at the crystal ball.

The crystal ball was filled with mist.

Darren looked for a while, then said: "Tonight I will be hospitalized; although I don't know the reason, I might even be injured. I hope to see you tomorrow, Professor."

Professor Trelawney praised him profusely.

"Oh, Darren, I've discovered you truly have a talent for prophecy. I hope you will continue to choose my course next year!"

Darren nodded vigorously.

Next year he would definitely choose Trelawney's course.

After all, it wasn't easy to find a course that was this easy to fool.

By the time he finally came out of Trelawney's classroom, Harry and the others were already waiting for him at the door.

Their expressions were terrible.

When they saw Darren, they were hesitant to speak.

Clearly.

The news of Hagrid's failed appeal had arrived.

He would have to act convincingly in a moment.

Darren cleared his throat.

Then an anxious expression appeared on his face.

"Quick, brother, let's go to Hagrid's quickly. I still have to help Buckbeak appeal; I must keep Buckbeak alive!"

Harry and the others' eyes were already filled with tears.

Darren was startled.

"Who bullied you, brother? And Hermione, Ron, why are you crying? Did you not do well on the exam? It's okay, I can tutor you next year..."

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

"Darren, I want to tell you something, don't be too sad."

"Yeah, we didn't want to tell you, but if you went, you would definitely know, so..."

Ron took a deep breath, looked at Darren, and said in a low voice: "Darren... Buckbeak lost, Hagrid's appeal failed..."

Darren opened his eyes wide in shock.

"How can that be? Isn't it not three-thirty yet? It's only three o'clock now, how could it fail?"

"Darren, Fudge lied to us; the time for the appeal was two o'clock... this is Hagrid's letter..."

He held up a piece of paper.

Darren took it with trembling fingers.

He saw it written: You don't need to come, it failed, the execution is at sunset... I don't want you to see this scene.

"It can't be, it can't be, how could it? Fudge clearly said three-thirty, how did it become two o'clock? Why?"

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

Darren looked at Harry with blank eyes.

Harry opened his mouth.

He couldn't tell Darren that Fudge must be taking revenge on him.

If he said it, Darren would definitely blame himself even more.

So he said with difficulty: "Maybe he remembered it wrong..."