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Chapter 663 Don't Worry About You, You Go Away!!
"What did we do? Bring out the evidence!"
Ron grinned.
He laughed for the first time in days.
Harry smiled slyly, too.
"Hermione, I didn't do anything."
"I don't believe it, I—"
Harry and Ron ran away.
As if he understood why Hermione was angry, Darren helplessly pulled Hermione, who wanted to rush forward.
"Hermione… Don't go, I see what you mean… You must have thought that my brother poured that bottle of elixir for Ron, right?"
"You saw it too? Why didn't you stop it? They will be expelled!"
"No, I'm just figuring it out now. I was just wondering what you were arguing about.
That little bottle was an elixir, but my brother didn't pour it in. He probably just wanted you and Ron to see it."
"What's the use of letting me and Ron see? He is sick… Oh!"
Hermione suddenly realized.
Then she muttered something and cursed under her breath.
After that she complained, "He's childish, but can this really help Ron win?"
"It should. If there are a few more lucky things that deepen his illusion, Ron will definitely win!"
Darren said with a smile.
Hermione pulled him to the Slytherin stands.
She whispered into Darren's ear, "They're taking shortcuts. I think if you were the one playing Quidditch, you would win easily."
Darren also whispered back, "But my brother and I would be opponents. I don't want to compete against him. I would rather never play Quidditch."
[Ding, Father +100]
"I'd rather you weren't Harry's brother…"
Hermione said softly.
Her voice was faint, and her eyes were glistening with tears.
"Senior Potter, why don't you join the Quidditch tournament? I heard from other students that your broom skills are very good!"
A new Slytherin student this year asked.
Darren turned his head.
He was a student full of Slytherin pride.
Darren smiled and said, "My broom flies well, but my Quidditch skills are not.
When I'm in the sky I only think about saving people. I would even feel embarrassed knocking someone down with a broom."
[Ding, Father +20]
[Ding, Father +10]
[Ding, Holy Father +30]
[Ding…］
Typical Slytherin Father values.
The student suddenly understood.
In the end he could only sigh and say, "But our Slytherin Quidditch team is really miserable this time. The Chaser was hit in the head by a Bludger and is too injured to play.
Senior Malfoy also called in sick, and the others look…"
Hermione didn't listen to the rest.
She was whispering to Darren with lip movements, "Lucky, Harry really didn't use the elixir?"
Darren nodded reassuringly.
Hermione frowned.
"Would Malfoy really be sick?"
Darren only smiled and said nothing.
He saw Ron on the field and seemed to have received the same news. His face became even more surprised, ecstatic, and nervous.
The game began.
Ron suddenly seemed blessed by luck.
Ball after ball.
He appeared to have suddenly become an even better goalkeeper than Wood.
Even when the Slytherin stands sang "Weasley Is Our King" to disturb him, he directed them confidently.
"A big win!"
When Harry walked to the stands.
Ron gave Hermione a defiant smile.
"Childish!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
She dragged Darren to the auditorium for dinner.
While they were in the auditorium, Ron was still proudly whispering to them, "Don't say it, that thing is really magical. I suddenly became extraordinary!"
"What are you talking about? What is magical?"
Harry pretended not to know.
Ron became anxious.
"That thing, the elixir…"
He said secretly.
Then Harry, Hermione, and even Darren all laughed.
"What are you laughing at? Darren, you knew it too, and Harry? And Hermione, why aren't you scolding us?"
Ron asked suspiciously.
Harry couldn't hold it in anymore.
He took out the elixir.
It was still sealed with wax.
"I just made a trick. I knew Hermione was watching, so I wanted you to think I put it in, but in fact I didn't add anything!"
"So I… I defeated those people by myself?"
Ron said in disbelief.
When they looked at Darren, he nodded.
Ron sang loudly.
It was the song Slytherin had made up for him.
Weasley Is Our King.
At that moment Romilda Vane, who was passing by, laughed out loud.
She seemed to find Ron interesting.
She was a slightly chubby Gryffindor girl.
Ron used to think she was a little fat.
But this time his face turned red.
Darren sensed something.
Sure enough, at the Gryffindor celebration banquet.
Ron and Romilda Vane were kissing passionately.
"They've always been like that?"
Darren looked at Ron and the girl in disbelief.
"It's normal. Romilda Vane has been paying attention to Ron for a long time. She likes collecting outstanding Quidditch players. So this time Ron successfully caught her eye."
Hermione said with a smile while holding her glass. She handed Darren a drink.
Darren smiled and took a few sips.
Then he saw several girls surrounding Harry, as if they wanted something more.
Hermione understood his confusion and giggled again. "They want Harry to take them to Slughorn's banquet. There will be a ball, and many big figures will attend.
These girls are all very social.
Look at Ginny too. There are always boys trying to get close to her…
Have another drink. Try this one, it tastes good!"
Hermione saw that Darren's glass was empty.
She handed him another.
Darren took a sip.
It tasted nice.
He drank it all again.
Then Hermione handed him an even stronger glass of whiskey.
Darren stared at the whiskey and suddenly doubted Hermione's intention.
He tasted a little.
Then finished it again.
"Then try this one…"
Hermione brought another drink.
Darren didn't want to drink anymore.
He leaned back on the sofa and began rubbing his head, looking as if he was about to fall asleep.
Then he seemed to sink into deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, just when he thought he had imagined too much, he felt soft lips pressed against his own.
Deep and full of fragile emotion and cold tears.
The sweet scent of wine fermented in his mouth.
The intertwined flavors were intoxicating.
Then he heard Harry's voice, shocked.
"You—you…"
"You don't need to care, you go away!"