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Chapter 419: The Night of the Incident!!
As a little Holy Father,
Darren naturally accepted the gold coins, deeply moved.
And he said happily,
"I'll pick up some too. Then I can help even more people."
[Ding, Father Value +100]
[Ding, Father Value +100]
[Ding, Father Value +100]
[Ding…]
No one in the box told Darren that the gold could not be used.
Even Fudge remained silent.
They could not imagine—
That a child who might not even be able to feed himself…
Would think first of giving money away upon seeing it.
After Darren spoke, even Harry began collecting coins happily.
He decided that all of them would be given to Darren.
That way, Darren could keep some for himself.
Then Harry wouldn't have to worry about Darren going hungry because he kept donating all his Galleons.
In the end, they gathered a huge bag full of gold.
Hermione and Ginny gave everything to Darren and told him to donate it all.
Darren really did not want it.
What was he supposed to do with this?
In a few hours these would all disappear anyway.
He would just be exhausted carrying them around.
But in the end, he still accepted it.
If nothing else… he could at least earn another batch of Father Value.
He decided he would not tell Harry the truth.
Later, he would secretly donate one or two thousand real Galleons from the Black family vault.
Then, when the truth came out…
Harry and the others would be even more touched.
And he would gain a terrifying amount of Father Value.
As for the Galleons?
Someone would definitely repay him.
A child who couldn't even afford food and still donated thousands of Galleons…
No one would allow him to truly bear that loss.
So this was essentially free Father Value.
A perfect deal.
Darren was thrilled.
At the same time, he watched the match.
It wasn't bad.
Watching people fly was interesting enough…
But it still didn't compare to football or basketball for him.
Finally—
Krum caught the Golden Snitch.
The match ended.
Darren followed Harry back toward the tent.
Harry and the others were still buzzing with excitement.
They talked nonstop about the match.
Darren could only sigh.
These people really had energy.
Anyone who knew what was about to happen tonight…
Knew that sleeping was impossible.
Thinking about it—
Darren immediately crawled into bed.
He didn't even take off his clothes.
The moment he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.
"Darren! Wake up!
Hurry—get up!"
Mr. Weasley's panicked voice burst through the tent.
He was shouting for Darren, Ron, and Harry.
"Something's happened! Get up now!"
Darren shot upright instantly.
He grabbed his wand and rushed outside.
The cheerful singing in the camp was gone.
Screams filled the air.
Crying.
Shouting.
Panic everywhere.
He sprinted out of the tent.
And saw it.
A group of wizards stood at the heart of the campsite.
Black robes.
Masked faces.
They were pointing their wands at the Roberts family.
The Muggles were hanging upside down in mid-air.
Their underwear exposed.
Mr. Roberts' youngest daughter was crying hysterically.
Darren felt fury burn through him.
"Mr. Weasley, take my brothers and leave now!
I'll handle this!"
Without waiting for a reply—
He shoved Harry and Ron toward Mr. Weasley.
"Brother, go with Mr. Weasley!"
Then he ran straight into the center of the camp.
"Look at these stupid Muggles!"
"Hahaha, useless trash!"
"We'll kill them right under the Ministry's noses!"
The voices were wild and cruel.
Darren's eyes scanned the group.
And he saw him.
Lucius Malfoy.
Hidden among the dark-robed figures.
He never spoke.
Never moved forward.
Completely buried within the crowd.
He had no intention of being recognized.
Their faces were covered.
Their voices altered.
Under the masks…
Some were likely using Polyjuice Potion.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Stupefy!"
Before they could even react—
Darren fired spell after spell.
Sharp.
Fast.
Deadly precise.
Most of them went down instantly.
He rushed toward the Roberts family.
By then, Ministry Aurors were finally arriving in force.
"Restrain them!"
"Mr. Diggory, move now!
My Disarming Charms won't hold long!"
"Mr. Kingsley, hurry—take control!"
He barked orders while cutting the Muggles free.
Kingsley did not hesitate.
He charged forward immediately, binding the Death Eaters who lay stunned on the ground.
But Amos Diggory—
He hesitated.
At first, Darren's force stunned him.
He moved almost instinctively.
Then his pride caught up.
Darren wasn't the Minister.
And Darren's tone…
Had humiliated him.
He walked over coldly.
"What are you doing?
Who ordered you to interfere?
Did you just use illegal magic?"
Darren laughed bitterly inside.
He saved them…
And this was the result?
A sneer curled in his heart.
Without a word—
He secretly reactivated one of his skills.
The unconscious Death Eaters—
Slowly opened their eyes.
Darren pretended to notice too late.
He staggered backward in shock.
The Death Eaters rose in panic.
They had no chance of beating Darren.
That much was beyond doubt.
But suddenly—
They saw Amos Diggory.
Standing with his back to them.
Arguing with Darren.
And in that instant—
An idea struck.
They had planned to threaten Darren with the Muggles.
But Darren had moved too fast.
Now—
A new hostage had appeared.
One of them cast a spell.
A jet of red light slammed into Diggory's back.
Blood blossomed instantly.
He collapsed.
Unconscious.
A dozen wands snapped toward his head.
"Let us go—
Or he dies!"
It sounded like Lucius' voice…
But twisted.
Changed.
Only Darren could recognize it.
He acted as if he couldn't.
Panicked, he cried out,
"Don't hurt him!
That's my senior's father!
Please—let him go!
I'll take his place!
Use me instead!"
The Death Eaters were overjoyed.
They had worried Diggory was worthless.
Just another Ministry official.
But now it turned out—
He was Darren's family.
Perfect leverage.
Absolutely perfect.
And therefore…
Darren was worth taking.