Darren's initial decision to leave was the right one, because the best way to deal with a Form 2 teenager who was caught up in his emotions was to let him calm himself, but unfortunately, he didn't succeed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I was stuck on Privet Road for four weeks, picking up newspapers from the bins to read, just to find out what was going on......"

"We want to ......"

"I think you're going to be so happy, aren't you, hiding here comfortably!"

"No, to be honest......"

"Harry, we're really sorry!" Hermione said desperately, tears already shining in her eyes, "You're absolutely right, Harry, I'll be angry if I were replaced!"

"Then why did I have to stay at the Dursleys while you were involved in everything that happened here?" Harry, who had finally found his listener, spewed out the words in his heart one after another, his voice getting louder and louder, "Why are you allowed to know everything that is going on?"

"That's not it!" Ron interrupted, "Mom won't let us into where they are meeting, she says we're too young......"

But that would only make things worse, and Harry cried, "It's a shame you didn't make it to the meeting, but you've been here, haven't you? You've been together!And me, I've been at Dursley's house for a whole month!But I've been through more than you, Dumbledore knows it, who saved the Philosopher's Stone? Who got rid of Riddle? Who saw that guy come back to life? Who had to escape his clutches? It's me!"

"So," said Darren when Harry stopped, Darren looked at him, "who jumped into the tunnels full of devil's webs and was entangled, who had to break into the secret room and then be chased by the basilisk and cried, who appeared in the maze and only lay on the ground in the face of spiders?"

There was silence in the room, Harry staring at Darren, gasping for breath, Ron standing there, mouth half open, dumbfounded, completely unsure of what to say, and Hermione looked like she was about to cry.

"If you feel that no one cares and you are hurt, then just put on a 'I am aggrieved' and tell us that you want to be cared for, or if you think you are great and very capable, then don't complain about why you are alone, and besides, no matter what, we have no reason or obligation to revolve around you, just like you don't care about the welcome of your arrival! Whether you are happy or not is our own business, and we don't need your consent!"

After Darren finished speaking, he took Hermione's hand, "Let's go downstairs, because it's a waste of time to wait for someone, we haven't eaten dinner yet!" They left the room, and there was silence behind them.

"You shouldn't be like this, Harry is pathetic indeed," Hermione whispered to Darren on the stairs.

"It's all about half-pence with us, and we won't let him tell it?Did we send the Dementors to attack him?If Dumbledore was here, how dare he shout at him?Maybe how can he go up and cry, that coward, it's really a good fit for Gryffindor!, not to mention the mystery man, listen to him, 'have to escape his clutches', hum!" Darren is still very dissatisfied with Harry, "He is too self-righteous to know what he should do, what he can do, if he doesn't change, he will kill us sooner or later!" And, most importantly, he can't talk to you like that!"

Hearing Darren's last words, Hermione's hand clenched tightly, and they went to the basement together, but the kitchen door was closed, and it looked like someone was having a meeting inside.

"Really, if they don't need to eat, at least remember that others have to eat too," Darren muttered, "or we can go back to our room and have Twilight bring it to us later." ”

"That's not good, Mrs. Weasley will be upset, she must wish we could all eat at the table, especially since Harry has just arrived," Hermione hesitated.

"Well," Darren snorted, it seems that Blake should really consider finding a partner, this guy is really not suitable for managing his own affairs, forget it, you have to give him some face, who let Harry be this guy's godson, speaking of which, where did he go, remember that he was in the "greet" team.

While Darren and Hermione were discussing whether to wait at the kitchen door or sit on the couch in the living room on the second floor, the kitchen door opened, and Blake hurried out of it and headed for the stairs.

Seeing the two of them, Blake was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, "Ah, you're hungry, aren't you, the meeting is over, and you can have dinner right away!"

He was followed by Mrs. Weasley, who said to Black, "Tell the kids that it's time to come downstairs for dinner, oh, Harry is with us today, really, it's terrible to have him alone in a Muggle house, there's a Dementor, Merlin......"

Mrs. Weasley, babbling, finally spotted Darren and Hermione, "Ah, you're here, come in first, wait a minute, we'll have dinner when everyone is ready." ”

Walking into the kitchen, Darren saw that the room was full of chairs, and in the middle was the long wooden table, on which were scattered parchment rolls, goblets, empty wine bottles, and a pile of what looked like rags......

Mr. Weasley and Bill sat at the end of the table, their heads together whispering something, and Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat.

Hearing her voice, Mr. Weasley and Bill stopped, looked up, and saw that Darren and Hermione had entered, and Bill hurriedly rolled up the parchment left on the table.

"I didn't expect you to come so quickly," Bill said with a smile to Darren as he tried to pick up the twelve rolls of parchment at once, Tonks walked over quickly to help Bill, but in the blink of an eye knocked a candle over the last roll of parchment, "Oh no!

As long as Tonks is here, the same situation will be played out every day, and everyone will be surprised, "It's okay, honey. Mrs. Weasley said, her voice a little annoyed, and with a wave of her wand, she repaired the parchment.

"These things should be put away as soon as the meeting is over," Mrs. Weasley snapped, and then walked briskly to an old cupboard and took out the dinner plates, Bill drew his wand and whispered, "Disappear!" The parchment rolls disappeared in a flash.

At this moment, Darren heard another person enter the kitchen, and he looked back to see that it was Blake, followed by Harry.

The others, like Darren, saw Harry, and Mr. Weasley stood up, "Harry!" and said as he walked over in two steps and shook hands warmly, "It's so nice to see you!" Mrs. Weasley stopped what she was doing and turned around with a smile.

Oh, this savior's treatment is really different from others, or rather, a special weapon for Voldemort?