Chapter 700: Wouldn't They Have to Beg Him?!!

Hermione blurted it out.

Then, the next second, she clamped her mouth shut.

Her eyes welled with tears.

"Sorry. Let's go!"

Harry remained silent.

He thought painfully.

If that was the case, Darren should have been the one to come out alive, not them.

Darren was smarter and stronger than they were. Even if he was still alive after staying behind, those people would surely make him suffer terribly.

He mechanically packed up his things.

Then he Apparated away with Hermione.

"Where is this?"

"This is a forest my parents once brought me to. We'll use spells to hide everything around us. That way, maybe they won't be able to find us."

Hermione spoke sorrowfully.

Then she cast spell after spell.

At Hermione's instruction, Harry laid Ron on the bed inside the tent.

Hermione found some mushrooms.

She did not know how to cook, so she could only make some mushroom soup.

But to Harry, the mushroom soup tasted like disgusting slop.

Yet at a time like this, they could not ask Hermione to make them anything more.

They could not cook themselves, either.

Night fell.

Harry sat outside the tent.

He looked up at the starry sky, his face filled with confusion.

He had thought that obtaining the Obscurus would make him ecstatic, but he could not smile at all now.

Darren's fate was unknown.

The future stretched ahead without end.

There was also the pain of hunger. Even resentment toward everyone.

If Hermione and Ron had been faster.

If Hermione had not exposed Darren's house... He clearly knew it was all his fault.

But he could not stop himself from blaming others for those mistakes. He could feel the Obscurus constantly throbbing against his neck.

Holding it in his hand was like feeling someone else's heartbeat.

He kept