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.

"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 glistening in her eyes, "You're absolutely right, Harry, I'd 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 audience, spewed out the words in his heart one after another, his voice getting higher and higher, "Why are you allowed to know everything that's going on?" ”

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

But that would only make things worse, and Harry shouted, "It's a shame you didn't make it to the meeting!" But you've been here, haven't you? You've always been together! And me, I was convicted of being at the Dursleys for a whole month! But I've been through more than all of you, Dumbledore knows this, who kept 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 Harry, who looked at him as Harry stopped, "who jumped into the tunnels full of devil's webs and was entangled; Who had to go to the secret room and then be chased by the basilisk and cry and howl; Who appeared in the maze and would only lie on the ground in the face of spiders? "How dare you yell at my Hermione, it's against you!

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 that you have been 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 as you don't care that someone welcomes you! Whether we are happy or not is our own business, 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.

"All this has to do with us halfpence, and we won't let him tell it? Did we send the Dementors to attack him? If Dumbledore was here, how dare he yell at him? Maybe how to go up and cry, that coward, it's really a good fit for Gryffindor! Not to mention the mystery man, listen to him, 'had to escape his clutches', huh! Darren was still unhappy with Harry, "He's too self-righteous to know what he should do or what he can do, and if he doesn't change, he'll 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, oops! I'm sorry! ”

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 over to an old cupboard and took out the dinner plate, Bill drew his wand and whispered, "Disappear!" "The parchment rolls were gone all at once.

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! As he spoke, he walked over in two steps and shook hands with him warmly, "It's such a pleasure 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?