Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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Ron was speechless.

He felt that the two of them were just putting on an act. But Harry and Darren wouldn't admit it.

"Then everyone's happy, Darren, you can teach us together."

Ron said happily.

However, he was interrupted by Hermione before he could finish speaking.

She said a little guiltily, "Actually, it's not just Ron and me; there are some people who want to hear Darren, cough, hear the two of you give a lecture."

After hearing my suggestion, they all wanted to sign up. They even said they planned to get together at Hogsmeade so that they could... "I'm sorry, Darren, I was just thinking... thinking of helping more people," Hermione said hesitantly.

Darren sighed. He knew it.

After all, in the original books, Hermione gathered a large group of people to organize Dumbledore's Army. These were the groups that would later fight against Voldemort.

He had initially thought that with his involvement, perhaps he would only be teaching Hermione.

There were still just as many people.

Fortunately, he had the excuse of being out of energy. It was only used as a supplementary excuse.

Darren thought to himself.

But when he arrived at Hogsmeade on Sunday, he almost understood. Hermione said they were meeting at the Hog's Head pub.

When they arrived at the Pig's Head pub, a witch was sitting there. Darren knew that the witch was Umbridge.

She had already heard about Hermione's efforts to win people over, so she came all this way to hear it.

Of course, with a mask on her face and a cloak on her body, it was almost impossible for anyone to recognize her as Umbridge.

The owner of Pig Head Bar was a grumpy old man. He had gray hair and a white beard.

When he saw so many people coming in, he cleared his throat, somewhat displeased.

"What do you want?"

"Three butterbeers!"

Hermione said.

Then she looked at Darren.

Darren hesitated for a moment before saying, "Give me a glass of juice."

"..."

"Let's go to the bar for some juice."

The old man muttered to himself.

His gaze finally fell on Darren. Then, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Darren suspected that Dumbledore had said something to Aberforth, but he had no proof. However, whether he had proof or not was none of his business.

He just needs to pretend he doesn't know Aberforth and that he's not familiar with him.

"juice."

Aberforth finally looked away from Darren.

Then he found a clean cup, washed it, and squeezed a glass of juice for him.

Then he looked at Hermione and Harry.

I grabbed three glasses at random, made three butterbeers, put them all on the tray, and served them to them.

Darren glanced at Harry's cup. It looked like it hadn't been washed in ages.

Anyway, he wouldn't use this kind of cup to drink.

Fortunately, Aberforth didn't give him that kind of cup...

Otherwise, he would have to clean the cup in front of Aberforth because it was too dirty.

Darren picked up his glass and took a sip. It tasted pretty good.

At this moment, he was still surveying the entire bar. After all, this was a place described in the original work.

At that time, he still thought that only in the original story would more than twenty people attend this gathering.

But ten minutes later.

He was so startled that he dropped his cup on the table.

"Let me count, boss, give me eighty-nine butterbeers!"

Fred said with a grin.

Then he handed out butterbeers to everyone, one by one.

He added casually, "Give me some of the money; I don't have enough to pay for so many people!"

Darren and Harry stared at Hermione in disbelief. These were the things Hermione had mentioned?

Is this really not a group?

“I told everyone, but everyone wanted to come, and I couldn’t stop them at all.”

Hermione carefully told Darren.

Darren saw that 80% of the people here were girls.

Hermione seemed to have pulled all the girls in the castle, except for those from Sleigh, over.

The girls chattered and sized up Darren. For the first time, Darren felt that having too many girls wasn't a good thing.

He now looked like a sheep on display, weak, helpless, and pitiful. Aberforth was stunned.

He mechanically prepared the butterbeer, as if he understood it perfectly. Even Umbridge shifted his body slightly.

She probably never imagined that Darren and Harry would be so popular at school.

Darren sat innocently in the corner, pretending he didn't exist. Harry's face turned bright red.

He sat down next to Darren and whispered to Darren why so many girls were looking at him.

He was a little embarrassed.

Darren gave him an awkward but polite smile. As long as Harry's happy!

But no matter what, Harry was at a loss. He looked at Hermione.

"What exactly did you promise them? You're not going to make me and Darren recount our experiences, are you?"

Hermione quickly shook her head.

"...No, never mind, I'll talk to them!"

Hermione stood up.

She said somewhat nervously, "Thank you all for coming here, and thank you for believing in the appearance of the mysterious person."

"No, I don't believe it. I just heard you say you could teach us more spells!"

A boy said loudly.

"Then you can leave!"

Fred roared.

The boy muttered something indignantly, but he still didn't leave.

Harry quietly told Darren.

"This is Michael Conner. He used to hate you the most, but I don't know why he came this time?"

Darren looked at Michael with a puzzled expression. Why would he have an enemy?

He was such a saintly father, never making enemies, was he? But when he saw the infatuated look in Michael's eyes as he gazed at Ginny, he finally understood: this was a rival in love!

He secretly remembered Michael's name, planning to get a little revenge when he had time.

Hermione continued talking.

"Regardless, we need to learn how to protect ourselves... In this kind of environment, you're not still waiting for that woman Umbridge to conquer you with theories, are you?"

"But, but you're about to take the regular wizard level exam, right?"

Do you really have the time, or rather, are you willing to waste your time teaching us?

Michael said again.

He looked at Darren, a look of doubt on his face.

Darren smiled and said in a low voice, "I swear on my honor that we will teach. If anyone has any objections to my guarantee, they can raise them now!"

There was total silence.

This made Hermione laugh.

"This problem is obviously solved, so let's move on to the next one."

"No, I have a question. You guys are about to take the regular wizard level exam and you're only now having to study on your own, but it's not our turn yet. Why should we study?"