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Darren paid no attention to what Hermione and the others were thinking. He waved his wand, and the box moved aside.

He had also opened up the small passage.

He was the first to rush inside.

Pain still lingered on Snape's face.

But when he saw Darren, his eyes were filled with guilt.

"Sorry... Take them..."

A large number of silvery things emerged from Snape's ears, mouth, and eyes. Darren waved his wand.

He gathered all those things together and placed them in a glass bottle.

Snape closed his eyes sorrowfully and collapsed.

"Darren..."

Hermione called softly.

But Darren said nothing.

He waved his wand, and a pile of potions appeared beside him.

He poured them into Snape's mouth bottle after bottle.

No one knew how many bottles he used.

At last, he found that Snape's breathing had steadied.

Clearly, the old lapdog, the Half-Blood Prince who had died in the Shrieking Shack in the original story, had survived.

"Darren, should we take him to the Hospital Wing?"

Hermione asked carefully.

Darren shook his head.

He cast a Disillusionment Charm on Snape, then stuffed him into a cabinet in the Shrieking Shack.

"Darren..."

Harry wanted to say something.

But at that moment, a shrill voice interrupted him.

It was Voldemort.

Voldemort's voice rang throughout Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.

"You have put up a brave resistance.

Lord Voldemort admires your courage.

But you have suffered tremendous losses. If this continues, you will die one after another. The Werewolves and giants will grow even more frenzied.

Lord Voldemort does not wish for such a thing to happen.

Every drop of wizarding blood is precious, so Lord Voldemort will give you one hour.

I will order my Death Eaters to withdraw. During this hour, you may settle the dead and let them