Chapter 949

Ludo Bagman's voice shouted loudly.

This was what many people were thinking.

They had all closed their eyes just now and hadn't watched at all.

But it didn't matter.

Because many image-recording balls had been prepared on the arena.

Now everyone started using the image-recording balls to play the replay.

Darren was pushed toward the tent by Charlie.

"Get out of the tent quickly, don't linger!"

Darren had no choice but to come out of the tent.

Then, the first person he saw was Professor McGonagall.

"Hand, quickly, Darren's hand is injured!"

Professor McGonagall screamed.

Darren looked at the small cut on his hand scratched by the Hungarian Horntail.

Good heavens, if he didn't look at it, it would probably heal in a moment.

But he saw Harry and Snape, and even Dumbledore, all rushing over.

Their faces carried deep reproach.

They were probably wanting to scold him for daring to turn his back on the Hungarian Horntail.

Although after the Hungarian Horntail surrendered, there weren't many that turned back.

But this one had clearly betrayed him.

Alright.

It was Darren and it acting.

The purpose was to show his strength.

But he had overdone the showing off, and now he might have to face criticism.

Darren sighed.

When he realized that everyone rushing over wanted to criticize him.

He had no choice but to close his eyes.

And pretend he had fainted.

Sure enough.

This move of his scared everyone.

But not a single person expressed suspicion toward him.

After all, he was skilled at his craft.

And he had faced the Hungarian Horntail alone; magic exhaustion, or physical exhaustion, were both normal things.

"Darren, quick, go to the infirmary, don't block me!"

Professor McGonagall shouted angrily.

She summoned a stretcher and then hurried toward the infirmary with Darren.

Harry and the others all followed behind.

When Darren was sent to the infirmary.

He decided to wake up quickly.

After all, Snape was already taking out potions.

He only wanted to avoid their scolding, he didn't plan to sleep for another few days.

So.

Darren slowly opened his eyes.

He seemed somewhat exhausted as he said: "Professor, I'm fine, I should just be tired."

"Tired? You have magic exhaustion and physical exhaustion and... drink it! Snape said angrily..."

He placed the potion next to Darren.

Darren immediately wanted to refuse.

But Snape threatened him.

"If you don't drink it, I think you might need to be force-fed!"

Uh.

That shouldn't be necessary.

Darren sighed.

He feigned difficulty as he climbed up and drank the potion.

The potion emitted a thick smell of Draught of Living Death.

It was really finding a potion within the Draught of Living Death.

Darren was simply speechless.

And this Draught of Living Death, oh no, the potion, just after drinking one mouthful, he found his brain already becoming dizzy.

Next, before he could continue drinking a few more mouthfuls, he had already lost consciousness.

In the second before he lost consciousness, he lamented in his heart that Snape's potion-making level seemed to have improved again.

The amount of Draught of Living Death in here shouldn't have made him like this.

Other medicinal herbs must have been added.

Unfortunately, the time was too short, he hadn't tasted it out.

By the time he opened his eyes again, it was already evening.

Dumbledore was sitting next to him.

He said with a smile: "Oh, Darren, it's been half a day, you've finally woken up. If you didn't wake up, Severus might have sent you to St. Mungo's.

Of course, if you didn't wake up again, rumors would have spread outside that you died in the first task of the Triwizard Tournament."

Ah, this! This is a bit too much, right?

He just stayed in the hospital for half a day, and these people were spreading rumors that he died, is that really okay?

"This is something that can't be helped, after all, people always like to believe what they see... just like you, poisoned by the Hungarian Horntail, yet you still felt you were fine. If Severus hadn't thought of this and prepared an antidote for you, I'm afraid you would have really died."

Ah?

Really? How did he not know about this?

Darren suddenly thought of his acting at that time...

Good heavens, it really looked like he was poisoned by the Hungarian Horntail.

Uh.

He thought this was showing exhaustion.

It turned out people thought he was poisoned.

This is really... forget it. It has nothing to do with him.

He muttered to himself.

Then he showed a grateful expression and said: "Please thank Professor Snape for me, if he hadn't seen it, I might have really died.

That way I wouldn't have been able to fulfill the promise I made to my brother."

"Oh, I think he should have already received your thanks... that hug you gave him at the time, I think he will be happy for a long time!"

Dumbledore teased. Darren was stunned.

How did he know that too?