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He counted the time.

Then he realized that only exactly forty minutes had passed. In a few more minutes, Darren would return.

They counted the time.

Almost no one spoke in the room.

Harry's fear gradually spread.

Would Darren come back after facing Voldemort?

Would all they find be his corpse?

Would he...

Harry's thoughts ran wild.

Suddenly, Moody stood up.

"He's back!"

Mrs. Weasley rushed out again.

Then Harry watched in horror as Darren walked in, covered in blood.

Half of his upper body had vanished, replaced by an outline formed from a cloud of bloody mist.

"Darren!"

Mrs. Weasley wanted to hug him.

But she did not dare.

With Darren like this, she did not even dare stand beside him.

She was afraid of making his injuries worse.

"It's fine. It just looks frightening, but I avoided the vital areas. I only need two days to recover."

Darren smiled and comforted them.

But no one could smile.

In the end, Ginny forced a smile and said, "Mum, you have to help him... You have to make his wounds heal..."

"Yes, it still hurts a lot. I endured it all the way back...

"It would be great if you knocked me out now. I've developed a resistance to ordinary Draught of Living Death. They can't anesthetize me."

"Stupefy!"

Hermione cast the spell.

Darren collapsed into her arms.

Harry watched as they carried Darren into the room.

The entire room fell silent.

Only Mrs. Weasley's voice could be heard inside as she gave instructions.

Harry forced a smile. "Can we still go to St. Mungo's?"

"No, not for now... Especially after we just fought the Death Eaters, we can't go to St. Mungo's.

"They'll definitely be waiting to ambush us there... Trust Molly. She's very good with injuries like these."