"Please, pull yourself together, will you? Darren definitely wouldn't want to see you like this." But the little cat before him did not move at all.
It crouched back where it had been.
Harry thought it looked like a stupid cat that had lost its home.
When he realized that, his own eyes reddened too. Fortunately.
At last, it was eleven o'clock.
Harry saw a tall, thin figure appear outside the window. The figure was slowly approaching.
Harry hurriedly packed Darren's trunk. He could not leave Darren's belongings with the Dursleys; they would definitely throw them away.
And these were all he had left.
Then he tucked Lezi into his arms as well. He had to take Lezi with him. Otherwise, Lezi would surely die.
Just as he tucked Lezi into his arms, the doorbell downstairs rang.
Then came Uncle Vernon's voice. "Who is it? So late at night!"
Harry froze.
He hurriedly opened the door and ran out. He had forgotten to tell the Dursleys.
As he opened his bedroom door, he heard Dumbledore's voice.
"Good evening! You must be Mr. Dursley. I believe Harry should have told you that I would be coming to collect him at this time!"
Uncle Vernon's face began to flush.
From Harry's experience, that meant he was about to lose his temper. But Dumbledore did not seem to care.
He smiled. "Judging by that surprised expression, Harry apparently did not tell you... He ought to be criticized for that. If it were Darren, he certainly would have remembered."
Harry stopped in his tracks.
The excitement from moments ago vanished without a trace.
Once again, he heard them casually talking about Darren.
As if Darren had not died at all, but had merely been hospitalized and would be out again soon.
"Good evening, Professor