The Funeral!!

He was thin as a paper cutout.

Yet he looked far more handsome than Voldemort.

Harry noticed that many girls were sneaking glances at Darren.

Perhaps sensing Harry's gaze,

Darren turned around.

Darren saw Harry.

He smiled.

He walked straight over, without the slightest lingering attachment to Slytherin.

Harry had always wanted him to cut ties with Slytherin.

But at that moment,

he could not smile at all.

His heart was full of bitterness.

Darren had clearly defended Slytherin in the beginning.

But... Slytherin had disappointed him too deeply.

As Darren walked toward Gryffindor,

the Great Hall fell silent.

Professor McGonagall finally stood up.

Her face pale, she said, "Children, it's time. Please follow your Heads of House to the grounds. Gryffindor students, come with me!"

Darren followed behind Harry.

Professor McGonagall did not say a word.

She did not tell Darren to return to Slytherin.

Clearly, she had tacitly accepted it.

Harry thought smugly that if Snape found out, he would definitely be furious.

After all, although Snape disliked Darren, he also took great pride in having a student with Darren's grades in his House.

Professor McGonagall led Harry and the others out onto the grounds.

There were many chairs there.

Hermione pulled Darren over to choose seats.

Ron and Harry sat beside them.

Ginny and Neville hurried over as well.

Harry also saw Umbridge putting on a sorrowful expression as she walked toward her seat.

Harry could barely keep himself from clenching his fist.

Fortunately,

Darren pressed down on his fist.

Only then did he calm down.

Of course, what truly calmed him was not Darren stopping him, but the fact that he felt Darren trembling.

Darren was shaking.

He was still forcing a smile, but his body was trembling badly.

"Darren, if you want to cry, then