The tables in the Great Hall vanished again, replaced by the kind where each person had their own desk.
Darren sat at his desk, speeding through the exam paper.
After all, Harry would soon be lured into a dream by Voldemort and insist on going to the Department of Mysteries.
If he did not finish quickly, he might have to leave before completing the paper.
If his little Paternal Figure failed to get full marks because of that, it would be a real regret. So he wrote furiously.
When Professor McGonagall saw how quickly he was writing, she looked utterly shocked.
"Child, you..."
"Professor, I exhausted my magic last night. My head still hurts a little, so I want to finish quickly and go back to rest early."
[ Ding, Paternal Points +100 ] [ Ding, Paternal Points +100 ] [ Ding, Paternal Points +100 ] [ Ding... ]
Professor McGonagall understood.
She stopped trying to restrain Darren's frantic pace and began watching the others. Half an hour after the exam began, Darren finished his paper. He had originally wanted to wait a little longer.
But Professor McGonagall had already collected his paper.
"Child, hurry back and rest. I think your paper is already perfect." Darren could only look at her gratefully.
Then he pretended that his head hurt and slowly left.
He walked slowly all the way, waiting for Harry to come find him.
But after waiting for half an hour, Harry still had not come, so he could only wait in the library. Then he lay down there and fell asleep.
But he woke up almost as soon as he fell asleep.
Then he saw Hermione, Harry, and the others turning to leave.
"What's wrong? Where are you going?"
Darren stopped them.
Their faces filled with