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Chapter Eighty-One: Pure Prince Bloodline!!
Harry and Darren headed down to the dungeons together.
A thin crack of light showed through Snape's office door. Darren knocked politely and waited.
Harry, impatient as always, heard nothing and whispered, "Maybe he's not here. Then we could just—"
—steal the book back.
Before Darren could finish whispering "Harry—", Harry had already pushed the door open.
Darren sighed internally.
He wasn't actually trying to stop him.
He knew this was part of the "plot."
If he interrupted it, Dumbledore might reset the entire event, and he didn't want to cause extra work for an old man.
Harry stepped into the office—and froze.
Snape had his robe pulled up to his knee. His leg was torn and bloody, and Filch was handing him bandages.
"Stupid beast. Who gives a creature three heads?" Snape growled between curses.
Harry instinctively tried to retreat.
He knew walking in on this would get him annihilated.
Too late.
"POTTER!"
Snape's roar hit him like a Bludger.
Harry's lungs seized.
"I—I just came to get my book back!" he squeaked.
"OUT. OUT!"
Snape yanked his robes down, glaring at Harry with the intensity of a man debating whether murder was legal in school basements.
Harry fled at top speed, scrambling up the stairs until he reached a crowded hallway where Snape couldn't possibly hunt him down.
"Darren! Why didn't he come out?" Harry gasped.
His blood ran cold.
"Snape didn't catch him and torture him, did he? I need to go back!"
But when he hurried toward the office—
Darren was already inside.
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Snape's expression twisted.
"What are you doing here?"
His voice was sharp.
Two Potter boys seeing him injured bruised his pride.
It felt like exposing weakness in front of enemies.
[Ding. Holy Father scenario detected. Temporary task issued: Approach Snape, pick up the bandage, and wrap his injured leg. During the process, scold him gently: 'Professor, why won't you go to the Hospital Wing? If you keep doing this, I won't go either next time I'm hurt!' Reward: Pure Prince Bloodline.]
Darren blinked.
Pure Prince Bloodline?
He remembered: Snape was half Prince.
He had previously obtained the Mottled Prince Bloodline.
So this mission would purify it?
[Accept!]
Snape repeated coldly, "What are you here for?"
Darren pursed his lips and lifted his head with a small frown.
For a moment, Snape froze.
Because Lily had looked at him like that—
disappointed, concerned, stubborn.
She'd begged him to stop associating with the wrong people.
He'd pretended to listen, then kept studying dark magic behind her back.
That selfishness had driven her away.
His chest twisted painfully.
Before he could speak, Darren was already beside him, picking up the bandage and gently wrapping his injured leg.
"Professor, you're hurt. Why won't you go to the Hospital Wing? If you keep doing this, then next time I'm hurt, I'm not going either."
[Ding. Mission complete. Reward obtained: Pure Prince Bloodline.]
Pure Prince Bloodline
Fusion effects:
— Potions Talent +20
— Potions Innovation +60
— Recognition of the Prince ancestors
Darren nearly gasped aloud.
His Potions Talent was now 38, and his Potions Innovation was 80.
Higher than Snape's?
He forced down his grin and looked up as if waiting for Snape's response.
Snape snapped back to reality.
He snorted.
"Don't compare yourself to me."
Even injured, Snape radiated stubborn pride.
And he also remembered—unfortunately—that Darren had dragged him to the Hospital Wing last time.
"Very well. Since you reminded me—your carelessness last time cost Slytherin dearly. Detention. One week."
Darren blinked.
He had expected point deductions.
But Snape changed it to detention because Darren was a Slytherin.
Fine.
Detention usually meant writing essays.
Nothing to fear.
And Snape's private tutoring was far better than classes—
though he'd never dare say that out loud.
Snape tossed Harry's book onto the desk.
"Give this to Potter. Or better yet—never mind. Recklessness is the hallmark of Gryffindors. It's fortunate you landed in Slytherin."
His tone finally softened.
Darren nodded obediently, took the book, and stepped outside.
Harry was right there, eyes huge with worry.
"Darren! Are you okay?! Snape didn't hang you upside down or curse you, did he?!"
Darren blinked.
"No. Professor Snape is very kind."
"Kind!?" Harry nearly choked.
"What definition of kind are we using?!"
Darren just smiled.
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