Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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Although I know that the boy who survived the ordeal won't be expelled, I still have to think, what if it happens?

As a result, Scarface mocked me, saying that no matter how arrogant I was, I was still the guy Darren would teach me a lesson. I got angry when he said that!

If my dad hadn't been unaware back then, how could Darren have ended up living on the streets?

If I brought Darren home, he would be my brother. He would definitely stay obediently behind me now and side with me instead of this scarred guy!

I was furious and loudly told them that we were going to have a duel between wizards.

Actually, I was just saying it casually.

I thought I was pretty good.

But I will not duel Harry Potter.

A duel between the son of a Death Eater and Harry Potter? That's a huge deal. I could never do that. I'm just saying.

To my surprise, Weasley agreed immediately.

You stupid idiot!

I really want to swear.

What's it to you?

But since we'd already made the agreement, we had to grit our teeth and stick to it. Of course, I immediately came up with a great idea.

I plan to have Filch catch them tonight.

That's cool!

The thought of those two being kicked out tomorrow almost made me laugh.

Of course, Harry Potter won't be expelled, but that Weasley...

I was about to leave triumphantly when Darren spotted me again.

I immediately tried to slip away.

I can't let him beat me up, can I? A wise person knows when to yield.

Of course, before I left, I wanted him to come back with me.

But he didn't go back.

He's really not afraid of pain! I'm a little angry.

Then he turned around and saw Miss Worley had arrived.

I squinted my eyes.

Leave them.

interesting.

Miss Worley likes Darren?

She made it so obvious, really so obvious.

With her there, perhaps she could bring that little fool back? I walked back to Slytherin.

Then I looked back to see what had happened, and to my surprise, I saw Darren pulling on Snape's sleeve as they ran.

I thought Snape would be angry, but I always felt that Snape wasn't that angry.

Perhaps I'm overthinking it.

So after Darren sat back down, I asked him with a smile, "You dared to touch Rasneap's sleeve? Did he teach you a lesson just now?"

He nodded. He looked pitiful.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape is quite cunning, but if you teach him a lesson in person, then you don't have to worry about him at night.

My dad received the Harry Potter blood I sent him.

He wasn't too keen on experimenting with Harry Potter's blood in front of me.

But I threatened him that if he wouldn't let me see it, I would tell my mother.

Honestly, I think my dad is pretty hypocritical.

He treats his mother very well. In fact, even if he had an illegitimate child outside, his mother wouldn't be angry.

My mother was a noblewoman in the Black family; she knew what she had to do. She wouldn't cause trouble; at most, she would withdraw her affection for my father.

But Dad didn't want to.

He wanted his mother's affection, but he was stingy with his affection for her.

I think he should let his mother know his true colors.

Unfortunately, he made me swear an oath.

Otherwise, he won't let me know if Harry Potter is his bloodline.

I hesitated for a second, but still made the vow.

Then I was able to watch my dad use the Blood Curse on Harry Potter's blood.

The result was very comfortable.

Harry Potter isn't my brother. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

My father is the same way.

He said he wanted to come to the school again to make an unbreakable vow to me, afraid that I would tell others.

I don't care too much.

Anyway, I readily agreed.

I'm still feeling smug right now, having told Filch and the others that they're going to duel me in the prize room tonight!

I was hoping Weasley would get out of here! Unfortunately, my wish didn't come true.

The next day they were still sitting there eating as usual. Sigh! Why didn't the professors expel them?

I was complaining.

Then, in the line of owls delivering things, a broom appeared.

It looks like a Nimbus 2000.

Who is it?

Could I really have the same fun as Malfoy? What did I actually see?

Is that a scar?

Who bought it for Scarface?

Scarface didn't look like a rich man, so who gave him the broom? I almost instinctively followed him.

It really is the Nimbus 2000.

But why?

I saw the professors coming over, and I even complained about one of them.

The professor said he knew.

I'm so angry!

How come I, the son of a school board member, didn't know that first-grade students could bring brooms to school?

Harry Potter has such great privileges? I thought indignantly.

Then, when I turned around, I saw Darren's envious look.

I felt a little ashamed.

I have a broom, and so does Harry Potter.

He's the only one without it?

So I told my dad that night.

Dad said he would buy him one in my name.

I thought he would get the broom and then call me "brother" out of gratitude.

As a result, a bunch of brooms arrived early the next morning.

I saw that Darren's face was stiff from smiling.

I watched as my broom was returned to me.

I sighed; I hadn't expected that none of this would please him.

Because of the broom incident, I couldn't find a way to please him anymore, so I didn't cause any trouble.

I was just causing trouble, and he didn't really pay attention to me.

He always watched me and Harry Potter argue with a smile. I always felt that our battles of wits were just chickens pecking at each other in his eyes.

This made me lose all interest in arguing with Harry Potter.