Chapter 515 – He's a Dog!!
Darren really wanted Voldemort to know that he actually possessed many bloodlines.
But after thinking it over, he felt the current situation was quite good, and there was no need to provoke Voldemort now.
It didn't make sense.
And for a little Holy Father like him, the more chaotic the wizarding world became, the more room he had to play his role.
Of course, even now, his eyes were still filled with undisguised hatred.
"Bring me my wand!"
Voldemort laughed.
Wormtail trembled as he handed it over.
Voldemort waved his wand.
Darren felt as though all his strength had returned.
Magic…
The magic itself still hadn't returned.
But for a little Holy Father—
that was enough.
Darren clenched his fist and smashed it toward Voldemort. Voldemort flicked his wand, and a barrier appeared in front of him. Darren's punch struck it and shattered the barrier.
Voldemort was startled.
He took a step back and raised another barrier.
This time, Darren did not smash through it.
"Very good, very good, Darren. A strong person like you should belong to me!"
Voldemort laughed loudly.
"Dream on! Even if I die, I will never become your lackey!"
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding… ]
He shouted fiercely, completely forgetting that just moments ago he had been spreading the light of the Holy Father, practically inviting Voldemort to do whatever he wanted.
He charged again, throwing a punch straight at Voldemort's snake-like face.
Of course—
it missed.
Voldemort knocked him away with a spell.
Even if Darren had magic now, he still couldn't defeat Voldemort at this stage. Besides, killing Voldemort with one punch would gain him nothing—not even a bit of Holy Father value. It wouldn't benefit him at all.
What he needed now was performance.
So he let himself be thrown even farther by Voldemort's force, crashing heavily to the ground.
Pain twisted across his face.
The system even simulated bright red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, as if his internal organs had been injured.
This shocked Voldemort.
He hadn't expected his attack to hit so hard.
Harry burst into tears.
He shook his head desperately at Darren, but Darren looked almost insane.
"You killed Mr. Diggory, and you killed my brother… So now, either you kill me, or I will kill you!"
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding… ]
After roaring this out, Darren struggled to his feet, as if preparing to attack Voldemort again.
But he stumbled, and Voldemort casually cast Impedimenta, sending him flying once more. Darren slammed heavily into the ground.
Blood sprayed from his mouth.
He looked as though he were on the verge of death, yet still insisting on fighting Voldemort. This made Voldemort uneasy.
Darren figured Voldemort was thinking—
if it weren't for the uncertainty of whether this body could still produce offspring, and the possibility that Darren might be his only heir, he would have killed him already just to vent his anger.
"Dumbledore taught you well!" Voldemort shouted angrily.
"Like a dog beside Harry Potter!"
Then he pointed his wand at Harry.
"I advise you to watch the whole process obediently. Otherwise, I will kill Harry Potter immediately!"
Dream on.
A little Holy Father watching quietly? Impossible.
As a little Holy Father, one must stick to one's principles even before losing consciousness.
Besides—
Holy Father value still had to come in waves.
Darren grinned. His mouth was full of blood, making him look terrifying.
Voldemort suddenly felt uneasy.
Instinctively, he prepared to retreat—
but Darren suddenly lunged forward.
Darren grabbed Voldemort by the neck.
"You'll die with me!"
Voldemort was stunned.
He had never seen someone so desperate.
But he reacted immediately.
Spell after spell slammed into Darren, as if magic cost nothing. None were killing curses, but they were more than enough to instantly strip Darren of combat ability. A great deal of dark magic was mixed in as well.
Darren avoided what he could. The rest he left to the system to simulate, making it look as though he had suffered countless horrific injuries.
This earned him another massive surge of Holy Father value.
Voldemort shoved him away.
Then he healed his own wounds with his wand.
Darren, covered in blood, seized the moment and threw himself in front of Harry.
He bit through the ropes binding Harry with his teeth.
Blood soaked through his robes.
Every movement looked like pure torture.
Voldemort stared at him in disbelief.
He had never imagined Darren would go this far.
"Stupefy!"
"Stupefy!"
"Impedimenta!"
Voldemort cast several spells at Harry, clearly trying to stop him.
But Darren shielded Harry with his body.
He dragged Harry toward the Triwizard Cup.
The moment Harry touched the cup, Darren finally collapsed to the ground, relief washing over him.
Even so, he forced a smile at Harry.
"Run, brother… run…"
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding… ]
"Darren! Darren!"
Harry screamed.
He tried desperately to pull Darren up, but he barely had any strength left.
He struggled just to stand.
He grabbed the Triwizard Cup, but the cup showed no reaction at all.
"It probably needs time to recover!"
Voldemort sneered as he approached from a distance.
He stared at Darren lying motionless on the ground and angrily let out several heavy breaths.
"Dumbledore really found you a good dog… No wonder he is so good at deceiving people.
The so-called greatest white wizard—nothing but a brainwashing villain. And what he brainwashed was Darren, this stupid, disgusting thing!"
"You're not allowed to say that about him! You're not allowed to say that about my brother!"
Harry glared at Voldemort.
Voldemort laughed.
"Brother? I think it's a dog Dumbledore gave you… yes!"
Harry lunged forward like Darren had and bit Voldemort's neck.
Voldemort kicked him away.
"Trash! Trash that can only fight like a Muggle!"
He roared furiously.
Then he turned to Wormtail.
Wormtail was sitting paralyzed on the ground, trembling all over, terrified of being noticed.
But Voldemort noticed him anyway.
"What are you doing there?!" Voldemort roared.
"Hurry up and treat Darren—treat Darren Potter! I want him awake so he can watch me kill Harry Potter!"
Harry looked up in disbelief.
He would rather Voldemort kill him now than let Darren wake up and be forced to watch him die.