Chapter 975

They kept glaring at Hermione, seemingly wanting to take her place.

Fortunately.

They gradually walked to the head table.

Those girls didn't dare to glare at Hermione under the gaze of the professors.

The head table was where the judges and all the Hogwarts professors were sitting. Darren and Hermione were arranged to stand right in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled and smiled, and his eyes actually turned red.

"In the blink of an eye, the children have grown this big; I have also become an old man. Severus, what do you think?"

He looked at Snape teasingly.

Darren also followed his gaze.

He found that Snape was looking at him with a mix of nostalgia, expectation, worry, fear, and various other expressions.

It seemed that in the next second, he might burst into tears. Darren kept sighing in his heart about how difficult it is to be an "old simp."

Of course, on the surface, he still showed a worried expression.

"Professor, you..."

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Snape's popularity is really miserable.

No one was moved by his concern.

However, Snape was moved.

He took a deep breath, seemingly wanting to say something to Darren.

But in the end, he didn't say a word.

He looked at Harry.

"Some people look like big fools even when they put on formal robes!"

After Snape finished speaking, he picked up the milk wine on the table and drank it in one gulp, then watched Harry's expression, which was almost driving him crazy, and sat down in a good mood.

Darren was impressed.

On this day, Snape just wanted to make things unpleasant for Harry.

It was estimated that his mood was a mix of five flavors, and then he just found Harry an eyesore.

Even Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

He looked at Snape with disapproval.

"Severus, you are too strict with them."

"But, I always like to tell the truth, don't I?"

Snape said happily.

Dumbledore had nothing more to say.

He shook his head helplessly, then looked at Darren and the others and said: "Children, find a seat and sit down!"

Darren was just about to find a random seat.

But Percy pulled him and Harry.

He said happily: "You two sit next to me!"

Darren could only sit down.

Harry hesitated for a moment, because next to Percy was Snape.

Snape seemed to be glaring at him, as if he would poison him if he dared to sit down.

Darren laughed.

He swapped seats with Harry.

"The professor is joking," Darren said with a smile.

Because when he sat there, Snape didn't have any bad expressions at all.

At most, he was just tsundere and didn't look at Darren.

Of course.

Darren didn't need to look at him at this time either.

Because Percy was pulling him to talk.

"Do you know? I've been promoted; I'm now Mr. Crouch's personal assistant!"

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Percy laughed happily.

He insisted on formally shaking hands with Darren.

"Then, why didn't Mr. Crouch come today?"

Harry asked curiously.

Percy shook his head, his eyes showing a look of pity as he said: "Mr. Crouch is ill."

Too many things have happened during this time, especially after such a big mess at the World Cup, Mr. Crouch was extremely sad.

To someone who works as seriously as he does, this is an incredible thing.

Even his house-elf was accused of casting the Dark Mark; although you and I both know that was fake, someone framed that house-elf.

But Mr. Crouch was still too angry.

He fired that house-elf, which resulted in his life having no one to take care of it; he can only spend Christmas alone at home now.

But he still has me; I can attend such an important occasion on his behalf, I can be his life assistant.

Percy wore a look of pride on his face.

Harry really wanted to ask him if Mr. Crouch still called him "Weatherby."

But under Darren's stern gaze.

He resisted this temptation.

So he could only pretend to fix his gaze on the golden plate in front of him.

There was no food on the plate, but there was a menu placed around it. He picked up the menu curiously, but didn't know what to do.

Dumbledore laughed.

He picked up the menu with a flourish, seemingly reminding others to watch his actions.

Then he looked at it, seemingly searching for what food there was.

Then he tapped the table with his wand and said loudly: ""

"Pork chop."

A pork chop immediately appeared on his plate.

Dumbledore immediately took a bite and gave a thumbs up.

The people at the table suddenly realized.

Everyone followed suit.

Even Darren ordered a steak.

While he was eating, he heard Dumbledore talking to Karkaroff.

They seemed to be discussing the school's confidentiality issues.

Karkaroff forbade any student in his school from revealing the location of their school, seemingly believing this to be a school's greatest secret.

But Dumbledore believed that visiting each other's schools was a form of politeness.

They even argued slightly over this.

Karkaroff indicated that he wanted to know every secret inside the school clearly.

Darren quietly curled his lips.

Good heavens, a Death Eater, and he wants to be a dictatorial headmaster!