Chapter 898

Then he seemed to notice Dumbledore's beard twitching with laughter.

He scratched his hair in embarrassment.

This made the cowlick on his forehead look even more conspicuous.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Darren, after you return from the hospital wing, you must eat properly and not make us worry...

Of course, if you have nightmares again, go to the hospital wing immediately; this is your body giving you a warning.

I am worried that those Death Eaters might have done something else to you, so you must take it seriously!"

Dumbledore said solemnly before leaving.

Clearly, he was worried that Darren's memory might have problems again this time.

Darren wore a puzzled expression.

However, he still nodded obediently.

"I understand, thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore. Actually, I don't think there should be any problems; it seems like nothing happened before..."

Dumbledore looked at him helplessly.

Nothing happened, indeed.

This child had almost lost his little life.

Thinking of the scenes this child had encountered after being taken away by those people, even Dumbledore couldn't control his emotions.

Those people were truly beasts!

Dumbledore had never seen such beastly behavior; even Voldemort hadn't done such things back then.

But because those people's actions made him feel disgusted, Dumbledore couldn't determine exactly who they were.

The only one he and Moody could confirm was Lucius among them.

Because he looked somewhat cowardly.

He had been unwilling to strike and kept urging the others to leave quickly.

This formed a sharp contrast with the other Death Eaters.

He had also been mocked mercilessly by the other Death Eaters.

As for the rest, neither he nor Moody could really recognize them.

He didn't know if they were disguised too well or if there was some other problem, but in short, they couldn't identify them.

Of course, they had confirmed the identities of those missing family heads.

Because when Darren's Obscurus erupted, the faces of those people after death were revealed.

Although they had been blown to pieces by Darren, they had still seen their faces.

This could be confirmed.

But this didn't have much meaning.

Dumbledore believed this action had been a miscalculation.

If he had known there would be such consequences, he shouldn't have let Darren show him the memory in the first place.

It was just that if he hadn't looked, he would have known even less about the suffering this child had endured.

He shook his head with a bitter smile. Forget it.

What was done was done.

As long as Darren could live on well, that was enough.

His *Obliviate* shouldn't have any problems.

What's more, those memories of Darren's were still in the Pensieve in his office.

Dumbledore relaxed his mood.

He walked toward the outside.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Malfoy... he didn't seem to have been restored to his original state?

But he immediately thought that there was no Malfoy in the office, nor was there a ferret.

It must have been Professor McGonagall or Professor Moody who changed him back.

It was just...

This child wouldn't have seen the situation at that time, would he? Dumbledore had a headache again.

It seemed he still needed to have a talk with Malfoy, or erase his memory.

Thinking of Lucius's appearance in Darren's memory, Dumbledore finally lost the disgust he had felt toward them in the past.

He seemed to have a slightly better impression of them.

Although they were still vicious.

But their souls, after all, had not completely fallen.

In the future, they might be of use.

If he wanted these two children to survive, some people could be used.

Dumbledore thought.

Then he walked out of the infirmary...