Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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"The basement is not the place to talk!"

"That's what the owner of Pig Head Bar said."

When they reached the basement, Harry hesitated before asking, "Last time I saw your eyes in the mirror?"

"Yes."

The owner of Pig Head Bar muttered something.

Then I brought them a few cups.

Darren's glass contained a glass of lemon juice.

Very clean.

Harry and the others all had butterbeer in their cups.

But it looks dirty.

Harry remembered when they came here in fifth grade, the owner of the Hog's Head pub also gave Darren a glass of lemonade.

And that exceptionally clean cup.

He remembered all the details he thought he had long forgotten.

"Why treat Darren differently?"

Harry suddenly asked.

The boss fell silent.

Then he muttered and cursed, "I'm willing!"

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Chapter 729 The Bloodline of the Great Enemy!

Harry leaned closer to examine the face of the Pighead Bar owner.

I tried hard to see what he looked like through his metallic hair and beard.

But in the end, all he could see were the blue eyes beneath his glasses.

"He is Aberforth!"

Darren said calmly after taking a sip of lemonade.

"It was he who notified Dobby, and Dobby then contacted me, which is how I was able to call Patsy to rescue you."

Abu Fusi remained noncommittal.

"I really like that elf."

Harry looked at him curiously.

How did you get your hands on that lens?

"Of course it was given to you by your brother. He seemed to think you would run into trouble sooner or later, so he gave me the other half of the two-way mirror. You should ask him directly for the specific details."

Harry froze.

He didn't dare look Darren in the eye.

He remembered again that Darren had Voldemort's blood.

He knew very well that everything Darren did was for his own good.

He also loves Darren.

They are indeed siblings from the same mother.

But Darren has Voldemort's blood.

He was afraid to let Darren know about this topic, even though he himself didn't want to know. This left a hurdle in his mind that he couldn't overcome.

Darren seemed to sense his rejection as well.

He didn't look too good.

He looked a little aggrieved, but he still obediently changed the subject.

Do you have any food here?

He said softly.

Harry and his friends then realized they were hungry too.

Aberforth snorted.

The right side of the postal stationery painting is warm.

"Eat up, don't say I'm making you hungry!"

He placed the tray in front of Darren.

Darren tried to hand a plate to Harry, but Harry gave the plate to Ron instead.

Darren sighed deeply.

Ok!

He guessed it.

It's likely that Voldemort finally let Harry know about his situation.

After all, in the heat of the moment, it's not always possible to suppress one's anger.

He picked up his sandwich, feigning dejection; it tasted pretty good, actually.

But he missed Ginny's cooking, the food at Hogwarts, and the dinners Patchouli brought him.

Ugh!

He sighed again. He took another bite.

Hermione looked at him with concern.

"Darren?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little sleepy."

Darren said with a smile.

He coaxed Hermione to eat and stopped sighing.

Aberforth snorted again at this moment.

He leaned back in the recliner, staring blankly at Darren.

When he saw that Darren had eaten and drunk his fill, he cleared away everyone's plates.

At that time, Harry was still working on a steak, but the steak was confiscated from him.

"Alright, don't eat too much tonight. Tell me, what brings you here tonight?"

Abu Fusi asked noncommittally.

“We have some things to take care of and we need to go to Hogwarts. Do you have a way to get us into Hogwarts?”

Since Patchouli took me away from Hogwarts last time, he hasn't been able to get back in. I think you might have a way.

Darren asked, feigning nervousness.

Aberforth raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be silly, what's the point of going back to Hogwarts now? Bringing these three burdens along, only to be tortured at Hogwarts again?"

Darren quickly said, "No, no, I wasn't tortured..."

He glanced at Harry with some concern, as if he thought Harry would be sad, but Harry remained silent.

Poker face.

He didn't seem to think that Darren was suffering at Hogwarts.

Darren had a bit of a headache.

He knew that if Harry and the others found out about Voldemort's bloodline, there would definitely be some problems.

But it's not a big problem.

He can handle it.

Nothing is more important than life and death.

Moreover, he has the blood of so many people; if you average it out, it's just that.

Of course, on the surface, he still wore a puzzled expression. He seemed a little confused as to why Harry had become like this.

He shook his head.

Pretend you're feeling bad, but try to make yourself understand the current situation.

So he continued, looking at Aberforth, "You really need to help us. We really need to go to Hogwarts. This is Dumbledore's..."

"Enough, enough, child, don't mention my brother anymore. He's not as good as you think."