Chapter 823

So Darren immediately pretended to be obedient and opened the potions.

He quickly and elegantly downed two bottles, three bottles... finally, he was sleepy.

But he felt that the effect of the medicine this time didn't seem strong.

Maybe he was immune.

However, he still pretended to be extremely sleepy and closed his eyes in a daze.

Of course, before pretending to fall asleep, he also pretended to say in a muddled voice: "Brother, don't argue with Professor Snape..."

【Ding, Saintly Value +100】

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【Ding...】

Harry was crying and laughing, yet puzzled.

He didn't know why Darren said that.

But seeing Darren struggling to stay awake, insisting on looking into his eyes, he finally nodded.

Then he saw Darren had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Poor little Darren..."

Madam Pomfrey sighed and tucked Darren in. Just as she was about to pull the curtain by Darren's bed,

Snape's roar finally arrived.

"He definitely didn't transform! In this castle, it's impossible to transform!" Snape roared.

"This matter must have something to do with Harry Potter!"

Darren noticed Harry shrink back a little.

He almost laughed out loud.

Fortunately, he was in a deep sleep state now, so he didn't have to be baptized by Snape's anger for a while.

Bang!

The door to the hospital wing was kicked open.

It was Snape.

His angry gaze fell on Harry.

He rushed to Harry's side.

"Speak up, what exactly did you do!"

Snape roared.

"Severus, what are you talking about? They have been here the whole time!"

Madam Pomfrey said angrily.

"See? Severus, the door is locked, and they have been here the whole time, how could they have let Black go?"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Snape didn't even look at him.

His angry gaze was fixed on Hermione and Harry.

"It was them, it was them who released Black, and also..."

Snape was about to say something, but he saw Darren's tired sleeping face.

He stopped the rest of his words.

He looked at Fudge and said: "Minister, I suggest interrogating the two of them; they must know something, it must be the two of them..."

"Oh, Snape, I think you are too irrational. You also saw that they had no opportunity to commit the crime... Buddy, don't talk nonsense."

Fudge said helplessly.

"I really, really know..."

Snape said angrily.

Dumbledore interrupted him.

He looked at Snape calmly and said: "You mean, these few children could appear in two places at the same time?

Severus, I hope you calm down and don't be too impulsive.

Besides, Darren is still sleeping, you wouldn't want to disturb him, would you?"

Snape stopped.

His gaze involuntarily swept over Darren's face.

Then he looked at Dumbledore angrily.

Then, he swept his angry eyes over Fudge, Harry, and even Hermione, and finally returned to Darren.

Finally, he left in a rage, his robes billowing.

"My god, Dumbledore, how could you have such a person under your command? He has simply lost his mind."

Fudge wiped the sweat from his face and complained.

He had just been scared by Snape.

Dumbledore laughed softly.

"He's just a little disappointed."

"It's true, his Order of Merlin, First Class is gone... Actually, I'm also very disappointed. Black was caught, but he ended up running away again... My god, I don't know what the Daily Prophet will say about me tomorrow!"

Fudge wiped the sweat from his face again.

Then he walked outside.

"No, I'll go back and check on them first."

"Wait, Minister, can those Dementors be withdrawn?"

Dumbledore stopped Fudge.

Fudge hesitated for a moment.

But in the end, he said: "Fine, then withdraw them. They are out of control; they even wanted to kiss an innocent boy..."

He glanced at Harry.

Harry remembered the intimate contact with the Dementors before he fainted and almost vomited.

Fudge smiled and finally left.

Dumbledore was the last one left.

He turned his head to look at Darren, then looked at Harry.

"I hope you all sleep well from now on and don't disturb Darren... I mean, you all need to rest, you know?"

Dumbledore's words won Madam Pomfrey's approval.

She brought another pile of potions for Harry and the others.

"Hurry, hurry, drink them all, and go to sleep!"

Harry looked miserable.

He didn't know why, but he saw Darren drinking potions as if they had no bitter taste, but his potions were like poison, with a taste that made one despair.

Every time he drank it, he wanted to retch.

However, he immediately realized that it must be because of Darren's strength.

How could potions not be different?