The Dark Lord's Bloodline!!

Thank Merlin, that author was not dead yet.

After taking another nap, Darren picked up another novel.

This one was much more normal.

At the very least, it was gripping enough that he could not put it down.

As for attending class...

Sorry.

He had been "coerced" into coming to school. How could he possibly go study? Going to class at a time like this would be completely out of character, wouldn't it?

Darren curled his lip and continued reading, munching through a pile of snacks Peeves had sent over.

There was a knock at the door.

It was probably some Death Eater.

They kicked the door a few times and seemed to say that they had left the food outside.

Darren rolled his eyes.

Look at that, look at that attitude. How could he possibly go to class with people treating him like this? Shouldn't they be begging him?

How could his father Voldemort's subordinates be so rude?

Darren felt that if these people did not beg him to attend class and eat, they were committing an unforgivable sin.

The Dark Lord's Bloodline!!

Darren's strategy worked.

For the first day or two, he neither ate nor went out to class, and no one paid him any attention at all.

At most, they kicked the door a few times and told him to come out and eat. Other than that, they left him alone.

Those Death Eaters seemed to think that once Darren became hungry enough, he would definitely come out to eat.

But by the third and fourth days, the Death Eaters finally began to panic.

If not for the fact that their surveillance showed Darren was still alive, they probably would have rushed in and force-fed him.

Especially on the fifth day, Voldemort finally remembered Darren and casually