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Chapter 106 — He's Still in Snape's Hands!!
"Detention! All of you — except Darren — will serve detention," Professor McGonagall announced, voice sharp enough to cut stone. "And I will personally decide where you're going."
Everyone froze in horror.
Except Darren, who immediately raised his hand in panic.
"Professor, I made mistakes too! Please punish me as well!"
The Little Holy Father never missed an opportunity.
And besides — tonight's detention took place in the Forbidden Forest.
He still had a Forbidden Forest blind box reward waiting.
[Ding, Holy Father +80]
[Ding, Holy Father +50]
[Ding, Holy Father +30]
[Ding, Holy Father +30]
[Ding, …]
The notifications rolled in.
Darren smiled inside.
Maybe he could buy two more books.
"Darren… honestly…"
McGonagall rubbed her forehead, torn between affection and exasperation.
She had gone out of her way to spare him, yet he was insisting on being punished.
"I'm furious!" she snapped, turning on the others. "Five students out of bed, wandering the castle all night! I've never heard of such behavior! Miss Granger— I expected better judgment from you!"
Hermione couldn't even speak; she just stood frozen, mortified.
"Professor," Darren said quickly, "Hermione didn't want to come out. Harry dragged her. She didn't want to break rules!"
[Ding, Holy Father +100]
[Ding, Holy Father +60]
[Ding, Holy Father +70]
[Ding, Holy Father +70]
[Ding, …]
He was trying so hard to defend Hermione that it was almost unconvincing.
No one believed him — not even McGonagall.
Snape outright smirked.
"Mr. Potter," McGonagall said sharply, turning her glare on Harry. "I thought you valued Gryffindor's honor. I thought you were a responsible boy. And now you're pranking and lying?"
Harry shrank visibly.
Darren opened his mouth to help him but fell silent instantly when Snape fixed him with a cold stare.
McGonagall looked at Darren again — saw Snape's hand resting calmly on his shoulder — and relaxed a little.
She had no doubt Darren was the type to shoulder blame for everything. Too kind for his own good.
And Harry— Harry needed a serious lesson.
She rounded on Harry like a storm.
"I know exactly what happened. It's perfectly obvious! You, Harry Potter, invented a story about raising a dragon, tricked your younger brother into sneaking out, and dragged him on a night-time adventure. Then Mr. Malfoy overheard you and foolishly believed your nonsense and tried to report you. Neville, worried, came out looking for you as well—"
Her voice rose.
"Brilliant job, Potter!"
Harry's stomach twisted. He couldn't explain the truth.
He couldn't say the word dragon.
He couldn't expose Hagrid.
So he stood there, taking every accusation.
Darren felt helpless.
"Professor, I—"
"I know everything, Darren," McGonagall sighed. "You don't need to defend Harry. You would never do something like this on your own."
She didn't believe for a second that Darren was at fault.
Harry looked devastated.
Then the final sentence dropped:
"Detention. All of you. And Gryffindor loses fifty points."
"Professor—!" Harry gasped.
He had fought tooth and nail in Quidditch to win Gryffindor the lead.
Fifty points would wipe that advantage out completely.
"Per person," McGonagall added coldly.
Harry choked on air.
"Professor—please," Hermione whispered, voice breaking.
McGonagall ignored her.
"Enough. Potter, Granger — bed. Move, before I decide to deduct more points. I feel utterly humiliated by your behavior."
One hundred and fifty points gone in a single night.
Gryffindor's House Cup hopes were dead.
She exhaled deeply, then turned to Snape.
"Severus, Darren and Malfoy are yours. Don't be too harsh — this wasn't their fault."
Not their fault??
Harry stared at her.
Five minutes ago she seemed ready to collapse Hogwarts in fury.
Snape smiled politely — the most dangerous kind.
"Oh, I assure you, Milerva, I'll handle them appropriately."
McGonagall gave Darren one last worried look before sweeping out.
Harry felt his heart drop to his shoes.
Snape. Darren.
Together.
This was a nightmare.
Harry knew Snape's reputation — especially with Slytherin.
Some Slytherin traditions were strict.
Punishments could be severe.
He imagined Darren suffering something awful and almost lunged forward.
"Professor Snape, please—don't hurt Darren—"
"Harry," Darren interrupted gently, waving. "It's alright. Brother, go back. Professor Snape is very gentle."
Even Snape froze.
Gentle?
Snape?
Harry nearly screamed.
He would have—
If Hermione hadn't grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
"Enough, Harry! Do you want to get Darren into even more trouble?" she hissed. "What if Snape punishes him for your outburst? He's still in Snape's hands!"
And that thought alone nearly made Harry faint.
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