Chapter 579 Mr. Weasley Has an Accident!!
Harry was dreaming.
He dreamed that Darren had married Cho Chang.
Cho then told him to stay away and not keep looking for Darren anymore. She even scolded him, saying he had caused Darren far too much trouble.
Hermione told him to give Cho a gift to strengthen their relationship.
Harry gave Cho a complete set of Chocolate Frog cards, but Cho threw them away without hesitation.
Hermione said he hadn't chosen the right gift and told him to give Cho his Firebolt instead.
Harry was unwilling—leaving aside everything else, the Firebolt wasn't even with him.
It had been confiscated by Umbridge.
In short, the entire dream was absurd beyond reason.
Harry also dreamed that Cho kept kissing Darren, with the entire DA classroom turned into their backdrop.
In the end, countless girls appeared, arguing with Cho, asking her to step aside…
All in all, Harry's dream was like an utterly chaotic drama.
And then—
The dream changed.
His body became soft, powerful, and flexible.
He slithered along the ground… crawled…
When he turned his head, he could see strange, fantastical portraits.
He saw a man sitting in front of him, head drooping as if asleep.
He sensed the man's breathing—he was alive.
An urge surged within him, a desire to bite—
No.
There were more important things to do.
But the man woke up.
The man raised his wand.
He had no choice.
He reared up.
His fangs sank into the man's body.
The man collapsed to the ground.
Blood splattered.
The scar on his forehead burned with unbearable pain.
Harry screamed.
"Harry! Harry! Wake up! Hurry—go find a professor!"
It was Ron's voice.
Harry jolted awake.
He opened his eyes and realized he was clutching his head, screaming in pain.
"Thank Merlin… you're finally awake…"
Ron said anxiously.
Harry stared at Ron's face and cried out in horror,
"Ron! Your father—your father was attacked! He was bitten by a snake… I did it!"
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Darren was woken by Snape.
He opened his eyes to see Snape standing there, his expression grave.
"Get up. Go to Dumbledore's office immediately. If Umbridge tries to stop you, don't confront her—just leave."
Darren froze for a moment.
Then, remembering what Snape had asked him to do the night before, it all clicked.
In the original events, Mr. Weasley was injured around this time.
The timing matched.
Of course, he shouldn't know this—but his face still turned deathly pale.
He suddenly grabbed Snape's sleeve and asked in a trembling voice,
"Professor… who's been hurt?"
"Arthur Weasley," Snape replied. "Potter dreamed of the incident. Dumbledore has already arranged for him to be sent to St. Mungo's. He wants you there as well."
Darren's eyes instantly reddened.
He took a deep breath and stood up at once.
"Professor, you must also be careful," he said urgently. "Whether my brother manages to save Mr. Weasley or not, Voldemort will be furious. You have to be on guard."
[Ding, Holy Father +100]
Snape wanted to scoff.
But seeing Darren's pale face and strained expression, he finally nodded slightly.
"I know my limits. Go. Quickly."
Snape left at once.
Darren rushed into the bathroom.
Well—
Even at a time like this, he still had to look presentable.
He already knew the outcome—Mr. Weasley would survive.
When he stepped out of the dormitory, he was once again impeccably put together.
Darren hurried through Hogwarts, anxiety written all over him.
Because he had tidied up too carefully, he'd ended up a little late.
As he walked, he wondered how he would explain to everyone later why the "little saint" had arrived so late.
And then—
He ran straight into Umbridge.
Wasn't this just perfect timing?
He glanced around her. None of the portraits were present.
Clearly, Umbridge had chased them away.
Time, place, and opportunity—everything aligned.
Umbridge was craning her neck in the corridor leading to Dumbledore's office.
Obviously, she wanted to know what had happened during the night.
Darren immediately rushed up to her, startling her.
He had wanted a bit of buildup, to set the mood—
But he heard Professor McGonagall's footsteps approaching.
No time.
Darren drew his wand, pointed it straight at Umbridge, and shouted,
"That's enough! I won't allow you to say anything more against my brother or Headmaster Dumbledore! I'm going through here—right now!"
[Ding, Father +100]
This had to be from Professor McGonagall.
Umbridge was staring at him in utter confusion, clearly thinking he'd gone mad.
Before she could say anything, Darren cut her off again, teeth clenched as he roared,
"Even if I'm expelled for this, I won't back down at a time like this! Sorry—Stupefy!"
[Ding, Holy Father +100]
Umbridge collapsed to the floor.
At that moment, Professor McGonagall came running from the far end of the corridor.
She took in Darren's red eyes, pale face, and trembling lips, then raised her wand and pointed it at Umbridge.
"Obliviate."
"Professor…" Darren said guiltily.
"Don't say nonsense," McGonagall said briskly. "I know she forced your hand. Go—now.
"Dumbledore was worried she'd stop you. Good thing I arrived in time. You should always erase her memory after dealing with her."
She grabbed Darren's hand and pulled him toward Dumbledore's office.
"Albus, I've brought Darren. He tripped over Umbridge and—unfortunately—ended up attacking her."
Dumbledore stood up abruptly.
"She doesn't remember?"
"I made her forget. This child is far too reckless—never understands these things."
"Good."
Dumbledore walked toward Darren and studied him carefully.
After a moment, he sighed softly.
"My child… have you not slept properly for a long time?"
…Really?
Was this the time for that kind of question?
Mr. Weasley was still lying in St. Mungo's, his life hanging in the balance.
Darren almost suspected Dumbledore already knew that Mr. Weasley would be fine, which was why he seemed so calm.
Of course—
No matter how relaxed Dumbledore appeared, Darren had to look terrified.
He stared at Dumbledore with trembling fear and shook his head.
"Headmaster, I can sleep… I really can. I've just been having nightmares.
"But isn't now the time to let me see Mr. Weasley?
"I've brought some potions—things I usually brew myself. I thought… maybe I could help, even a little."
[Ding, Father +100]
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