"Gryffindor deducted fifty points because you two were late," Snape said when he couldn't see Tonks, "and, let me think about it, wearing Muggle clothes in school, and deducting twenty points, I'm sure no house has ever had a negative score so early in the semester, and the pudding at the banquet hasn't come up yet, you're probably setting a record, Potter," he glanced at Darren again, "and Sean." ”

After Snape finished speaking, even if it was only a lantern, Darren could see Harry's angry expression, but he didn't say anything.

In fact, Darren didn't think it was a big deal about Snape's decision, because no matter what the excuse was, he and Harry were indeed late, and it wasn't an irresistible reason, it was just nothing to do, but since there was a reason, it should be made clear.

"Professor Snape," said Darren, "we're late for a reason, Harry was ......," Harry jerked him, apparently not wanting him to continue.

Darren glanced at Harry, thought about it, and realized that probably this bear kid felt that he was too ashamed to be beaten, and he still hated Draco the most, so he didn't want to tell Snape what happened to him, even if it would make the culprit escape punishment, as for Gryffindor being deducted points, it was nothing, just do it according to the rules.

"I'm guessing you're looking for a show, right?" Snape glanced at him after Darren stopped, and continued to Harry, "You can't get a flying car, so you thought it would be dramatic to storm the Great Hall in the middle of a party." ”

Darren thought about it, although Harry didn't want him to tell him what happened to him, he was not obligated to be unlucky with him, and there was no need, Draco would definitely not keep it a secret for his opponent, it was pure cover-up.

"Professor, how should a Hogwarts student be punished if he attacks a student with a spell that prevents him from attending Hogwarts?" Darren at least withheld his name, Harry snorted, is this going to claim the "victim", but......

Listening to Darren's words, Snape glanced at him and Harry, considering that there was still blood on someone's face that had not been wiped clean, and the other guy's fierce record not long ago, a subtle smile appeared on his face, and said in his peculiar deep voice, "Is it? That is too bad, at least for a whole semester of confinement, of course, it needs reliable evidence to prove it, at least not just words." ”

"Yes, there has to be solid evidence," Darren nodded, "Actually, there is no evidence for the rumors that Bellatrix was burned," he said casually, "No, only some people say they saw it." Snape paused, turned to look at Darren, his brow furrowed.

"Professor?" Darren pointed to the castle, "is there anything going on? we're still a long way from there, and it would be too bad to delay your dinner." Snape walked on, and for the rest of the way, he didn't say a word.

When Darren and Harry reached the foyer, they could hear the sound of laughter and cups and plates clinking from the auditorium, "then," he said to Snape, "Professor, thank you very much for picking us up at the gate of the school, otherwise we'd have to spend the night outside." At this point, Harry tilted his head to the side.

Snape didn't react to Darren's words, just pointed to the inside of the auditorium, and he turned to leave.

Darren turned his head and found Harry still standing there, as if he was thinking about something, he took a step and walked towards the Gryffindor table, it was already late, why don't you hurry up and grab the meal, Hogwarts dinner is always timed, and he doesn't even leave the bottom of the plate for you, what a daze! As for the students looking at him, what's the big deal, and he doesn't lose a piece of meat.

When he walked over to Gryffindor's table, sure enough, there was an empty seat next to Hermione, "Darren, this...... Oh my God, what's wrong with your face?" Hermione had undoubtedly seen him, and as soon as she called out his name, she suddenly whispered.

"Face?" Darren reached out and touched it, nothing, looked at Hermione, only to find that the direction of the other party's eyes was behind him, he turned his head, it turned out to be Harry, when he was outside, the black rumbling couldn't see clearly, and when he arrived in the auditorium, the lights were bright, and the bloody scab on his face couldn't be more obvious.

"What's the matter, is there something wrong?" Harry, who was being watched by everyone, quickly sat down, grabbed a spoon, and looked at it as a mirror.

"You're covered in blood!" Hermione raised her wand, "Whirlwind Sweep!" In an instant, the hard scabs of blood were sucked away.

"Thank you. Harry touched his face and said, "How does my nose look?"

"It's normal," Hermione said, looking at Darren and silently asking what had happened.

"What's wrong with your nose?" why do you ask it, Harry, what's wrong, you haven't been here, and you've scared the hell out of us!" Ron said directly to Harry.

"I'll tell you later," Harry didn't answer Ron, and looked at Darren.

Darren winked at Hermione and silently told him to wait until the evening, then reached for the plate on the table, and hurried to fill the plate in front of him with food.

There was no doubt that his action was timely, because when Harry also reached out to get the chicken thighs and french fries on the table, before he could get his hands on them, they were gone, and the meal was over, and now there was dessert on the plate, and I hope the kid would like it.

Seeing that there was no result from Harry and Darren for the time being, and the others also turned their attention to the food, Ron reached for a large piece of chocolate cake, "Did the hat say anything funny?"

"It's pretty much the same as before...... It is advisable for us to unite and face our enemies together, you know. ”

"Did Dumbledore mention Voldemort?"

"Not yet, but he always doesn't speak until after the feast, right? Soon......"

Eventually, the food on the table was gone, and Dumbledore stood up behind the faculty table, the laughter echoing in the Great Hall almost immediately.

"Good evening to all!" Dumbledore said with a smile, opening his arms and revealing his hands......

"What's wrong with his hand?" Hermione said in surprise, and Darren also noticed that Dumbledore's right hand was charred and dry, as if it had been roasted dry, I don't know if it was dry and charred, as if the meat on it had been burned dry, I don't know if it was the same when he came back from the Ministry of Magic.