Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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I saw Darren Porter fall down.

He screamed in agony.

He bit his lower lip tightly, as if that would ease the pain. I hoped he would stand up and fight back, but he didn't.

He was like a little white rabbit, weakly waiting for death to come.

I clenched my fingers.

When Xiaobai died, I couldn't help him at all.

Do I really have to watch him die now?

My mind raced with anxiety.

My thoughts were interrupted by an older student.

"That's enough, isn't it? It's pointless to just watch him wail!"

he's gone.

I stood there, pale-faced.

I missed another opportunity.

I couldn't help Xiaobai, and now I can't help either.

I can’t do anything…

I'm not as brave as I thought.

I watched Darren Porter lying on the ground.

Becky Greengrass's Crucifixion had ended, and he was curled up in agony.

My eyes were filled with guilt.

I stumbled out of the common lounge.

I'm so embarrassed, aren't I?

I asked Crabbe and Gore.

They both wore foolish expressions.

I think they're both really stupid.

But I also understand that I'm not much different from them. I was just like them just now, wasn't I?

I didn't even have the courage to resist.

No!

I'm too weak... Is it really just that I'm too weak?

I thought of the effort that little fool made; he knew the punishment he was going to receive, but he wasn't afraid at all.

He spared no effort in using his abilities to meet Harry Potter, while I couldn't even save Little White's life.

If I stood in front of Xiaobai on that day, maybe Dad would let Xiaobai off the hook, right?

That excruciating, bone-scraping battle was a contest.

I lost. From this day forward, I am Draco, a pure-blooded nobleman...

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Chapter 821 Extra Chapter—Malfoy Extra Chapter!!

Anyway, I don't think I really like Darren Porter; after all, he's a pretty annoying person.

Being too kind is also a bit foolish.

Although I admire him, I ultimately think he's stupid.

How long can someone like that live?

But he is very powerful.

He beat me very badly.

This is really a sad story.

Sometimes when I think about it, I feel pretty unlucky.

I always thought that when I came to Slytherin, I would be the little prince of Slytherin.

Who would have thought that I would be completely manipulated by such an idiot?

But if I were to say I hate him...

I can't bring myself to hate him. It's the kind of feeling where I know he's a good person, and I dislike him, but I don't have any intention of harming him.

Whether it's for Xiaobai's sake or because of some regret in my heart, I don't really want to hurt him.

However, after hearing this guy say that he had suffered excruciating pain and was still going to associate with Scarface, I still felt I had to annoy him.

I was originally planning to find fault with Scarface, but who knew I'd see someone else? Longbottom, the mentally challenged one.

This is absolutely hilarious.

Longbottom's grandmother gave him a crystal ball, which he was showing off at the time, and I snatched it from him.

Although I don't know what I'll do with it, I know that the little fool will definitely come begging to me.

Sure enough, Darren Porter came running over. He told me to return the crystal ball to Longbottom.

Why?

Why should I return what I obtained through my own skill?

Besides, Longbottom's family isn't short of a crystal ball, can't I play with it?

I tossed the crystal ball high into the air.

Then I saw the little fool's eyes turn red with anxiety.

As for?

It's just a crystal ball! I'm not giving it to you!

I ran around the common room with the crystal ball in my hand.

Perhaps out of fear of breaking the crystal ball, the little fool didn't use any spells on me.

We ran around like two Muggles.

I think it's quite fun. If the little fool lets me have even more fun, I'll give the crystal ball back.

Heaven knows which fool actually wanted me dead.

I can't avoid it.

My face turned pale with fright.

Am I going to die?

To my surprise, the little fool blocked my way with his arm.

Darren Porter fell to the ground, blood gushing out, but he didn't forget to pick up the crystal ball that had fallen to the ground.

My subconscious shouting at him doesn't count.

But I quickly realized that I had almost died.

Darren Porter saved me.

He really is like an idiot! I muttered to myself.

But I was also filled with panic.

But I immediately realized, I have an amulet, what am I worried about? I have an amulet, even if a spell hits me, I won't be hurt, why should I thank him?

But when I saw Darren Porter dash into the dorm room, I still frowned.

Is this really not a little fool?

His arm was pierced, so why didn't he go to the school clinic and instead ran back to his dorm? I suspect that curse might be meant to make people stupid.

Miss Becky Greengrass has dealt with the guy who tried to harm me; he was under a Death Curse.

I found Snape outside and took the student there.

Dad and the others will handle it, as for me...

I looked for the best ointment in my dorm room and then walked towards the entrance of the little fool's dorm room.

Although I hate to admit it, that little fool really did save me.

Really...

I don't want him to save me! I thought angrily.

But when he opened the dormitory door, his face was still a little pale, I was still a little worried.

What was this guy doing in there?