"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." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

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 guess you want to make an appearance, right?" After Darren stopped, Snape glanced at him and continued to Harry, "You can't get a flying car, so you think it's going to be dramatic to rush into the Great Hall in the middle of a banquet. ”

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, if a Hogwarts student attacks a student with a spell and can't go to Hogwarts, how should he be punished?" 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 special deep voice, "Really? That's too bad to be locked up for at least a full semester, and of course, it takes solid evidence to prove it, at least not just a few 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 something wrong?" 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 that Harry was still standing in place, 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, don't wait for a while, don'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 had just called out his name, when 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 scabs on his face couldn't be more obvious.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Harry, who was being watched by everyone, quickly sat down, grabbed a spoon, and used it as a mirror to look at.

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

"Nose? What's wrong with your nose? Why ask it, Harry, what's wrong, you haven't come, 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 nothing could be done from Harry and Darren for the time being, and the others turned their attention to the food, Ron reached for a large piece of chocolate cake, "Did the hat say anything interesting?" Harry, who didn't get any meat, had to rely on honey pies.

"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? It's almost ......"

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, his arms outstretched, revealing his hands as well......

"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, 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 he was like this when he came back from the Ministry of Magic.