Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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Harry couldn't avoid it, nor did he want to. He closed his eyes.

Darren said he'd come with him to his death. Isn't this the perfect opportunity?

They're brothers, shouldn't they die together?

But suddenly the stone platform in front of Harry transformed into a tabby cat. The tabby cat blocked Harry's path.

Voldemort glared at Dumbledore and roared, "You're stopping me! You know perfectly well... You know why I'm so angry! I've lost... I deserve my revenge!"

"Tom, it was all an accident. If Darren hadn't fallen in..."

"Enough! I don't want to hear anything else. This kid must die today!"

Voldemort raised his wand.

A beam of green light shot straight at Dumbledore. Dumbledore waved his wand.

Something appeared in the air. Even Harry felt a chill run down his spine. Then the green light vanished without a trace. Dumbledore waved his wand again.

A shield appeared in the air. The shield protected Harry. Voldemort sneered.

"This is the person you placed so much hope in; you want him to live, but you don't want anyone else to live!"

Voldemort waved his wand.

An explosion erupted beside Harry. His shield was nearly shattered.

But it didn't break after all. It still protected Harry.

Dumbledore waved his wand, reinforcing the shield once more, and then, as if nothing had happened, he walked up to Voldemort.

"Tom, I want to..."

Harry saw Voldemort's crimson eyes fixate on him again. He knew Voldemort truly wanted to kill him.

"Harry, don't move..."

Dumbledore suddenly turned and looked at Harry with concern. Harry suddenly felt as if his entire scar had split open. He felt like he had become a monster.

He looked up at Dumbledore and said, "Kill me, Dumbledore!"

A burning pain engulfed him.

Harry lost all consciousness.

“Harry…”

I don’t know how long it took.

Harry regained his senses. He was lying face down on the ground. Dumbledore helped him up.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Harry silently helped him to his feet. "Okay?"

He would rather remain unconscious forever.

"He's there, Minister, I just saw the mysterious man..."

A voice called out. Harry saw Fudge with a large group of people standing at the door.

The entire lobby was packed with people.

The curtain was blocked by a wall, as if it were blocking Darren's way back. Harry struggled to his feet.

He stumbled toward it. He remembered picking up his wand.

He thought humorously that he couldn't possibly push the wall down with his bare hands. But at that moment, Dumbledore grabbed him.

"Harry, don't go!"

"Harry?"

Fudge exclaimed as if he had just noticed Dumbledore and Harry.

He wanted someone to capture Dumbledore and Harry, but Dumbledore glared at him, and he backed away uncomfortably.

Dumbledore didn't intend to deal with Fudge right now. He tapped a hat with his wand.

"Mentos."

He handed the hat, which had become a door key, to Harry.

"Take this, see you in half an hour!"

Harry felt dizzy, and his stomach was hooked. He left the place.

When Harry's feet touched solid ground, he had arrived at the headmaster's office.

The hat in his hand had become useless and fell to the ground...

Harry didn't have the energy to pick it up.

He felt that nothing he did was meaningful anymore.

He leaned against the window, watching the sun about to rise.

Even though everything was a pleasant scene, he felt tired even trying to force a smile.

He suddenly realized that his current state was very similar to Darren's after returning from the Triwizard Tournament.

Darren, however, tried his best to smile every day so as not to worry them. So Harry smiled too.

"You know what, your smile is a bit like your brother Darren Porter's. So, what about him? Didn't he stop you from coming into the principal's office?"

You know you're not allowed in here!

It was Phineas's voice.

Harry wasn't in the mood to respond. He didn't even bother to turn around.

He stood at the window and heard the other headmasters reply, "It's obvious that no one but Dumbledore could get him in."

"This means Dumbledore should be back in this office immediately!"

"I must say, I like having Dumbledore here, and I also like that he invited this impolite little brother here. It makes me feel like I'm still young!"

“Little Darren is always a favorite. I even suggested to Dumbledore that the boy should sleep here at night.”

He can also chat with us, and I just love talking to him!

Harry listened with a blank expression.

He mechanically used his fingernails to pick at the sawdust on the windowpane. He didn't even notice when Phineas pointed it out.

Until Dumbledore landed in his office.

He put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said, "Harry, I have good news. None of your classmates are dead."

But they were seriously injured, so they were admitted to San Mungo.

Dumbledore said with a smile.

He pulled Fox out of his pocket.

Fox turned into a featherless little bird again.

Harry suddenly remembered that Darren also had a phoenix. In their second year, that phoenix had even risen from the ashes to save Darren. A thought struck him.

If Carol could bring Darren back to Nirvana again. But then he suddenly understood.

Darren's body wasn't even found.

Darren fell behind the curtain. Someone had even blocked the view of the curtain. Darren couldn't come back even if he wanted to.

Harry thought to himself, feeling rather bored.

He lowered his head again, his heart completely unmoved...

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Chapter 609 If you ask me!!

Harry could sense that Dumbledore was watching him, seemingly waiting for him to ask something.

But Harry didn't ask anything. Whether he asked or not, it didn't matter. He was the one who killed Darren.

Now, when he closes his eyes, all he sees are scenes of Darren seemingly frozen in place, falling into the curtain of memory, leaving him unable to think any further.

“I know how you feel right now, but if you ask me…”

"Dumbledore said softly."

Harry felt no emotion. He shook his head.

"I have nothing to ask."

He forced a smile.

He remembered that Darren always wanted them to see him happy.

But in reality, his smiles were all forced out under these circumstances.

“Your situation is very similar to Darren’s. He always told me he was worried about you because you seem cheerful, but…”

"Can we not discuss him?"