Chapter 815: Side Story—Come Back, Okay?!!

I didn't go home for Christmas.

After all, Kante had been caught and sent to Azkaban, and my mother was giving birth, so they really didn't think of me, which allowed me to stay at Hogwarts.

To be honest, although it felt like being homeless, I felt this was the most comfortable Christmas I’ve had in eleven years.

During the Christmas feast, I saw Hermione pouring drink after drink for Darren.

Finally, Hermione and the others helped the seemingly unconscious Darren away. I pinched my chin, thinking that young girls these days are really too unrestrained.

This is only the second year!

You are only twelve years old!

How can you just get a little boy drunk like that?

Are you sure he can do "that" at twelve? I clicked my tongue in wonder.

But I didn't say anything.

Although Darren is a nice guy, regarding his private life, I could determine from the beginning that he is a little scumbag.

That he could be drunk by Hermione and the others was obviously voluntary.

Since he was voluntary, why should I care so much? I smiled and continued to eat and drink.

I was a little glad that Hannah had gone home; otherwise, if she saw Hermione getting Darren drunk and helping him away, she might have exploded with anger.

After eating, I prepared to go back.

Hogwarts is still very dangerous, especially with Darren drunk; no matter what they are going to do, I clearly have no backer during this time.

I planned to go back quickly.

But to my surprise, I ran into Darren on the way.

He was walking forward alone with a cold face.

He looked very unapproachable.

I frowned as I looked at his back.

And following closely behind him were Crabbe and Goyle.

Really?

Crabbe and Goyle would follow behind Darren?

I suspect that even if they were willing to follow him, he wouldn't want them to.

After all, those two are too stupid, too ugly, and have a bad reputation; Darren wants to build a "good person" persona, so he couldn't possibly want these two to ruin his reputation.

So, did something happen that I don't know about?

I walked forward calmly.

Thinking about the plot.

Finally, I was sure: Crabbe and Goyle must be Harry and Ron in disguise, and as for that Darren... he’s Hermione in disguise, right?

I suddenly realized.

Alright, I must have misunderstood Hermione before.

She probably got Darren drunk so she could go with Harry and the others to Slytherin to fish for information.

Darren’s mouth is really tight; he didn't give them any clues at all, which forced them to go to Slytherin themselves to fish for information.

But, will they really not be discovered?

If they weren't disguised as Darren, they might not be discovered, but disguised as Darren...

Did they forget about Miss Cassandra, who always follows Darren?

Malfoy might not recognize them, but could Cassandra not recognize them? I mourned for them.

But I didn't have any intention of sticking my neck out.

Anyway, they aren't Darren, and they won't be expelled by Dumbledore, so I’ll just keep myself safe!

When I was in the dormitory, I was still thinking about how Slytherin would deal with them if they were discovered, but the news I got was that Darren had entered the infirmary. I was stunned.

He was drunk, so how did he end up in the infirmary?

But inferring from the words of those Hufflepuff students, Darren seemed to have drunk alcohol and then fell into a deep sleep, which scared Harry and the others, so they sent him to the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey scolded Harry and the others.

But Darren still hadn't woken up.

I was a little worried.

He doesn't seem like the type to lecture Harry Potter and the others over such things; did something really happen?

Fortunately, the next day, news came that he had woken up.

I relaxed and continued reading.

Hufflepuff really is a magical house.

Everyone rarely quarrels, their tempers are very good, and the house-elves are also very partial to us, always putting all kinds of small cakes in the common room.

I like these very much.

But I usually don't eat them.

Goyle and Crabbe were the ones who stupidly ate the cakes placed elsewhere, which gave Hermione the chance to drug them.

I’m not short of food, so naturally, I wouldn't touch those things.

I watched my classmates eating them unscrupulously, with stupid smiles on their faces.

Recent days have really been very comfortable.

Originally, I thought that Ginny would be wary of me after I stole her things, and might even come to find me.

But to my surprise, Ginny seemed to have forgotten about that day.

She is still as kind as ever.

Once, I even saw the diary in her pocket; it was very clear that Darren didn't intend to change the plot. ===== CHAPTER 1742 =====

So, did he make such a big scene last time just to help me solve Kante’s problem?

I secretly mocked myself: how could that be?

But I couldn't help but think about the possibility of this.

If it’s true, then he really is a very warm person! I thought secretly.

"Darren is missing!"

Professor Sprout announced this fact in the common room.

Then, with red eyes, she continued in our shocked gaze: "Everyone must actively search for Darren; if anyone finds Darren, I will reward them... poor child, he is now..."

Professor Sprout wiped away her tears and left.

I saw how anxious Hannah and the others were.

They almost flew out to search.

I instinctively understood that Darren wouldn't be in trouble.

How could he be in trouble?

He has a golden finger!

I’ve observed him for a long time; his golden finger is actually very powerful. Although it’s not as fierce as that kind of "system that kills everything," it can definitely save his life.

So I told myself not to worry.

But I was also wondering: did he run away?

Did he find this world too troublesome, so he took his golden finger and left?

My body trembled.

Hannah hugged me and comforted me worriedly: "Don't be afraid, he’ll be fine; he came back safely last time, didn't he?"

I closed my eyes and echoed her words in my heart.

This time, maybe he was schemed against again and needed to disappear for a while—his old trick; I just need to wait.

But this wait lasted for three days.

My things were already packed; if he didn't come back within a week, I would immediately injure myself and contact Mom and Dad to have them pick me up.

The reason would be that I found a way to get my brother out.

Maybe they would help me.

And then I would find a way to leave.

I waited anxiously for the outcome, having gone around in circles.

Hannah thought I was too worried about Darren; she was very moved and even helped me make a prayer lamp.

Although I didn't think he would be in trouble, I still released the prayer lamp: "Come back, okay?"