Chapter 875

Darren raised his wand, feeling extremely regretful in his heart.

He had originally planned to teach Peeves a lesson, who knew he would run away so fast.

Of course, on the surface, he still showed a confused look.

He said with some hesitation: "Is it because I look very fierce?"

"Not fierce at all!"

Hermione said quickly, blushing.

How was it fierce? It was clearly extremely handsome.

Even at the Quidditch World Cup, when he was teaching those Death Eaters a lesson, he was very handsome.

Even when he was finally taken away by those Death Eaters as a hostage, she hadn't given up on that thought.

Darren was always so righteous and kind that her heart was conquered.

"Alright, let's go, Hermione, don't always block the way here!"

Ron pushed Hermione impatiently.

Hermione blocking in front of him made him unable to walk at all.

And she had been blocking for a long time.

He didn't know why Hermione wasn't walking forward properly and was just standing there foolishly? Could it be just to explain whether Darren was fierce or not?

Was Darren fierce? Of course he wasn't.

But wasn't this a question that could be answered in one second? Why did it take so long?

Ron pushed Hermione away in confusion, and then stepped into the Great Hall.

Then he called out happily: "Look, Peeves was scolded by Professor McGonagall!"

Peeves heard his voice, and just happened to see Darren following behind Ron. He deeply felt that Darren was his jinx.

As for Professor McGonagall beside him, she also saw Darren.

She scolded Peeves a few more times.

Then she quickened her pace and came to Darren.

She hugged Darren.

She said with a choked voice: "Child, I am very happy to see you intact, you scared me to death during the summer vacation, I thought I was about to lose you!"

Darren showed a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry, I made you worry…"

【Ding, Saint Father points +10】

【Ding, Saint Father points +20】

【Ding, Saint Father points +10】

【Ding…】

"Oh, I've gotten used to it, I'm already very happy to be able to see you here again!"

Professor McGonagall hugged Darren again.

"Go to the Slytherin table quickly! I see Severus's face doesn't look good, don't provoke him…"

Then her gaze turned to Hermione, Harry, and Ron, and she said haughtily: "Why aren't you sitting down yet? Do you need me to invite you?"

Ron walked away silently, dragging his feet.

He secretly told Harry and Hermione: "Cute little Darren, little Darren who needs care… she's really going through menopause, I don't know, one would think Darren was a student in her house!"

Harry didn't answer his words.

He was looking in the direction Darren had left.

He saw Darren sitting obediently in his original seat at Slytherin.

Beside him was that Slytherin female student.

Harry had some impression of that Slytherin female student, it seemed her name was Cassandra.

Darren always told him that Miss Cassandra was very nice to him.

And on the other side of Darren sat Malfoy, a student Harry hated very much.

Although what Malfoy said this time made Harry feel it was still quite useful, it didn't stop him from hating this Mr. Malfoy.

Because he always felt that among those Death Eaters, there must also be that Mr. Malfoy senior.

He had heard Mr. Weasley say that Lucius Malfoy was once a member who worked for You-Know-Who.

The injuries Darren suffered definitely had Lucius's share in them, why would he think that Malfoy was good?

Even if his words made sense, it couldn't cover up this fact! Harry thought angrily.

If it weren't for the fact that this was school, he really wanted to beat Malfoy up again. Fortunately, the Sorting Ceremony was about to begin.

The Sorting Hat began to sing.

This was a new song: That was over a thousand years ago, back then I was just woven into shape…

Alright, put me on your head properly, let me see your brains, and see which house you belong to!

Harry suddenly realized.

He felt as if he hadn't participated in the Sorting Ceremony since his first year, only this year could he listen to the Sorting Hat's song properly.

"Is it different every year?"

He turned to ask Ron.

Ron nodded.

"It's different every year, after all, as a hat, it must have taken a whole year to compose a song."

Harry felt a bit dazed.

Why did he always feel that for others it was a happy year of learning, but for him, it was a lifetime of ups and downs?