Chapter 902

Or feel even the slightest bit of dissatisfaction toward him.

He had heard that people who killed were those whose souls had fallen, but as he looked at Darren, he only felt a sense of overwhelming sorrow for him.

Darren must have been in absolute despair at that time.

They had only seen his strength when he returned; how could they have known he had experienced these things?

"That day, Darren gave me these memories, and I brought him in... right here, he lost his mind.

He kept roaring, wanting to kill himself, believing he had fallen, believing he had caused everyone's death.

Believing he was a bastard, a bad seed... I had to take him to the hospital wing; you all know what happened in the end."

Dumbledore brought them back to the office.

Harry and the others still had terror and despair on their faces; that suffocating feeling seemed to still linger in their hearts.

"Alright, children, a glass of milk each, calm your emotions, and go back to sleep... Harry, stay behind, I need to say a few words to him."

Fred, George, Hermione, and Ginny nodded hesitantly.

They drank the milk and then left the office.

Harry sat in the office, looking at Dumbledore.

There were still lingering tears on his face.

Dumbledore's gentle voice rang out.

"Harry, I know, you are angry... you are angry about why I let Darren take out his memories."

"That's right!"

Harry said angrily.

"You clearly knew, you knew he wouldn't be able to take it, you..."

"No, Harry, I didn't know. Like you, I thought Darren had experienced torture.

But I believed that it was within his mental capacity.

I wanted to use his memories to find some clues that could uncover the crimes of those people.

Harry, I am not a god, nor am I Merlin; I am just an ordinary, well, an old man with a bit of magic.

You might think I am all-knowing and all-powerful, but I have failed your expectations; I am not that kind of person.

Indeed, it was I who caused Darren to become like this, so I can only help him forget all those memories, just as he did.

The reason I asked you to stay is that I hope you will be careful during this time; if Darren's memories have problems, it might make him even more painful.

I need you not to let him think about what happened that night again, and try to let him look forward."

Dumbledore said seriously.

Harry nodded quickly.

Looking at this aged old man, his anger suddenly vanished.

No matter what, Dumbledore was indeed doing it for Darren.

"Alright, child, go back! I need to sleep too; you know, for an old man, sleep is very important."

Darren, of course, didn't know what had happened to them that night.

But he guessed they had run to Dumbledore's to see his memories.

Because the next day, they looked at him as if he were an infant who couldn't take care of himself.

Even with meals, they wanted to feed him.

Even when he went to the bathroom, they followed him quietly.

It made him suspect that when he was squatting, these people would be outside smelling the scent.

Fortunately, this situation disappeared after two days.

Because they were scolded by Snape.

Snape seemed to think they were sick.

Not only did he deduct a lot of points from them, but he also said he would tell Professor McGonagall that they were stalking students from his house.

Harry and the others were furious.

But after discovering that Snape was always watching them, they returned to a slightly more normal posture.

This made Darren feel much more comfortable.

Thursday.

Slytherin needed to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor. This was their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.

But many students were particularly looking forward to it.

Because Moody had previously turned Malfoy into a ferret, his strength was already obvious to all the students.

And also because Moody was a very formidable retired Auror.

He was very powerful.

He had captured a great many Death Eaters in the past.

It could be said that many of the Death Eaters in Azkaban were his mortal enemies.

This also led to Moody never eating food from outside.

He also didn't drink alcohol from outside.

He only ate and drank things he carried with him.

Because he was worried someone would poison him.

During the summer vacation, it was said that because a trash can had a problem, Moody thought someone had planted a bomb in his trash can.

That was why Mr. Weasley had specifically run over to handle it.

Who knew it was just a cat passing by.

Of course, although Moody was suspicious after retirement.

Everyone knew he was very powerful.

Right at the start of class, Moody said directly: "I am here at Dumbledore's request to help you with Defense Against the Dark Arts for one year.

During the summer, I received a letter from Remus Lupin; he said you have already learned about Red Caps, Hinkypunks...

Very good, you have already learned a lot, so now, I believe that in this year,

I will teach you how to deal with Dark Magic, true Dark Magic!"

"But... this Dark Magic will corrupt one's character..."

Darren said worriedly.

Moody's face softened a bit.

It looked like a smile.

It was just still very terrifying.

His tone also lowered, as if he were afraid of scaring Darren, and he said: "Darren... I knew I would see you in a classroom.

But I think you are too conservative; have you forgotten the things you experienced these past few years?

Students need to experience those things; if they don't experience those things, then when they encounter what you once encountered, they will definitely die.

From now on, be vigilant!"

Moody's last sentence was aimed at the other students in the classroom.

"But, it's too early..."

Ron couldn't help but say as well.

The other students in the classroom also looked disapproving.

Their Defense Against the Dark Arts had never thought about facing true Dark Magic.

"You are the youngest son of the Weasley family, thank your father; he helped me a great deal during the summer..."

At this moment, Malfoy let out a laugh.

Moody turned his head to look at him.

"Very good, a little Death Eater also comes to my class, get out, Malfoy, you are not welcome here!"