Chapter 8
Darren carefully sized up the Mundungus in front of him.
Unshaven, a bit short and fat.
Bow-legged, with long, messy hair.
When he lowered his head to look at Darren, a pair of swollen, bloodshot eyes looked particularly terrifying.
Up close, one could also smell a strong, foul odor of mixed smoke and alcohol on him.
Before, Darren only thought his behavior of wearing worn-out clothes and using an umbrella as a cane was like a down-and-out aristocrat.
But now, looking at it, he was afraid he had stolen someone’s umbrella!
In the original work, although this guy was loyal to Dumbledore and helped Harry a few times, his character was too poor; he stole Sirius’s heirlooms and indirectly caused Moody’s death... ### CHAPTER 29
Even Mrs. Weasley, who always had a good temper, found him annoying.
Mrs. Figg had been complaining, why didn't Dumbledore take his life?
Darren truly hadn't expected to meet this guy while out being a Saint Father.
And this guy was actually scaring him?
Laughable. Brother, you are afraid you don't know that the last person who spouted nonsense at him, Kenley, had already been to St. Mungo’s.
If Snape knew you bullied his goddess’s son, you would be in for a miserable time!
[Accept!]
Although Darren felt he might not need Mundungus’s stealing ability, it was still an ability after all.
Darren closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a fortitude of being ready to die.
Facing Mundungus’s threat, he took a big step forward.
Only his tightly clenched fists showed the fear in his heart.
But even so, Darren still opened his mouth; his lips trembled a little, and his eyes contained some fear.
He took a breath and tried to make his tone calm as he said: "Sir, if you insist, then kill me, but don't kill them, okay? I am willing to die for them."
"If there really are such fierce bad people as you in the world, then I don't regret breaking into this place."
"It’s just a little regretful that I haven't seen my brother Harry Potter yet. I miss him very much..."
[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the task and obtaining Mundungus’s stealing ability.]
Darren recited softly, and by the way, received his reward.
It seemed... it seemed this ability felt quite usable!
Mundungus’s stealing ability: Within three meters of a person, there is a 50% probability of randomly obtaining an item from them.
If he stayed around Dumbledore more, would he be able to get the Elder Wand one day?
Uh, that shouldn't be possible; Dumbledore would find out and beat him to death.
Darren sighed with regret.
The sound was not loud, barely audible, yet it made people’s hearts tremble.
It made those who heard his sigh look at Mundungus in a trance with anger: how could there be such a person in this world?
He didn't even let go of a child!
This was Harry Potter’s brother!
Wait, Harry Potter?
This child is Harry Potter’s brother?
Harry Potter has a brother?
The people around blinked in a daze, but immediately came back to their senses. Now was not the time to talk about this; now they had to teach this damn wizard a lesson.
He didn't even let go of a cub; it was too much!
The wizard in front of them must be a Death Eater; he should be sent to Azkaban and let the Dementors offer their kiss!
Darren didn't know at all that the matter had been blown up by him.
Mundungus had just been scaring a child.
He just wanted to scare the little brat in front of him to cry, so as to show his deterrent power.
However, why did all the wizards around look at him with murderous intent?
He didn't know at all that he had provoked public anger.
Hermione treated everyone as a background and looked at Darren with pity.
Why was there such a great person as the boy in front of her in the magical world?
She felt that Dumbledore, who was known as the most powerful wizard in the magical world, was not as great as the boy in front of her.
He hadn't even seen his brother, and he was about to die here.
He hadn't even become a student at Hogwarts, and he was already involved in such a thing.
What she admired most was that he hadn't retreated until now.
And he was still blocking in front of them.
That weak body was even taller than a giant.
"Sir, before you want to bully Mr. Darren, I think you might need some beating!"
Just when Hermione and Mr. Granger were sad for Darren, and the people around were rubbing their hands, preparing to send Mundungus to Azkaban.
A voice rang out coldly.
Darren didn't have time to continue showing his Saint Father light before he saw Mundungus in front of him tied up tightly with ropes, and then a fist was printed on Mundungus’s eye socket.
It printed a panda eye for him fiercely.
That wasn't all.
Seeing Mundungus tied up, those who were ready to do it just now were kicking and punching Mundungus one by one.
Some people even took out their wands, secretly intending to let Mundungus suffer a big loss.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I was wrong, I was joking with this little brat!"
"I am not a Death Eater, I have never killed anyone!"
"Shit, who poked my butt with a wand?"
"I am Mundungus, help!"
"I have made contributions to Dumbledore, I want to see Dumbledore!"
"If I have done something wrong, please let the Ministry of Magic punish me, instead of sending you people to torture me. Ah, hit my head again, I’m taking out my wand!"
"..."
Mundungus’s screams lasted for a while.
When Darren saw him again, even he, who always felt Mundungus was not a good thing, turned his eyes away in unbearable sight.
Miserable!
Too miserable!
This guy was definitely being retaliated against for personal grudges.
Not to mention that everything on him was snatched away, his face was beaten black and blue, and a pustule as big as a black-backed dog grew on his leg. I don't know which kind-hearted person did it.
Darren clicked his tongue in wonder.
He suspected that after Mundungus was sent to Dumbledore later, he would have to be cleaned up again.
This brother was afraid he was doubting life, right?
PS: As of now, combined with the comments section and web poll, the current votes: Gryffindor 0, Hufflepuff 5, Ravenclaw 6, Slytherin 7. ### CHAPTER 30
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