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What is a Bloodline Concealer?
Could it be that they've hidden his bloodline?
but.
[Receive]
Darren immediately looked anxious after clicking to accept the quest.
He jumped off the bed as if trying to stop Mrs. Pomfrey.
However, he forgot his current physical condition. As soon as he stood up, his legs went weak and he fell heavily to the ground.
"hiss!"
Darren instinctively gasped.
Mrs. Pomfrey was startled and quickly helped him up.
He was about to thank her, but then he remembered Harry and quickly suppressed his pain, saying anxiously, "Mrs. Pomfrey, I'm alright. Please don't tell Professor McGonagall that she'll deduct points from my brother's and the others. Then they'll be ostracized and ridiculed by their classmates again, just like last year..."
Please don't worry about this. My brother and the others didn't do it on purpose. In fact, it was my own carelessness that caused this.
At the time, although I didn't... no, I did taste it, there was a wine flavor.
It was my own fault for drinking too much. Yes, I drank too much. If you want to punish someone, punish me. It has nothing to do with my brother or Hermione.
Please... I didn't think of that myself, it's my own fault!
[Ding, congratulations host, you have obtained Bloodline Concealing Agent]
Bloodline Concealer: A less effective bloodline concealer that can hide all the bloodline energy of its host.
However, when it encounters its bloodline's owner, it will intentionally release the bloodline's information. (Automatic fusion upon acquisition)
Ah this?
Is this thing really that intelligent?
Isn't this deliberately revealing his bloodline information to others?
No more need to deliberately show it off to others like before?
Darren suddenly panicked.
He thought of a system-based reward system.
In his final battle, perhaps when he faces a group of Death Eaters, he might have to call them "Dad."
cough.
Hopefully, the system won't be that insane.
Darren sighed.
His expression looked extremely pitiful.
This finally dispelled Mrs. Pomfrey's previous anger.
She glared at the doorway and said angrily, "Did you three hear that? If you dare to play such a prank again, I'll tell Professor McGonagall and she'll deal with you!"
Three?
Darren was taken aback, then turned around and saw that it really was Harry and the other two.
"elder brother…"
Darren felt somewhat embarrassed and guilty.
It was all because he didn't speak well that Mrs. Pomfrey had a misunderstanding.
Fortunately, Mrs. Pomfrey later generously forgave them.
"Oh, Darren, you're always so kind!"
Hermione excitedly hugged Darren, wanting to hug him a little longer, but Ron pushed her away.
"Make way, I need to hug him too, Darren is so lovable."
He said, moved.
Hermione rolled her eyes and slapped Ron hard across the face.
This puzzled Ron greatly.
"What's wrong with her? Is she always like that? If she's going to hug me and Harry, shouldn't she hug both of us too?"
How strange it seems that she only wants to hug herself each time?
Ron opened his eyes wide and said angrily.
He felt that Hermione was always being unreasonable.
"Yes, but Darren, are you really okay? You slept in the lounge for a long time, I was really worried. Are you alright now?"
Harry nodded in agreement with Ron, then looked worried.
"Hmph, of course the child is fine. Are you doubting my medical skills?"
But remember this: Darren, don't give him alcohol anymore, and neither should you. Minors aren't allowed to drink alcohol!
Mrs. Pomfrey was still somewhat angry.
She looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione with a particularly stern gaze.
Did they think that Darren was the same as the other Gryffindor students?
Such a prank should be told to Professor McGonagall!
"Madame Pomfrey, please don't be angry with your brother anymore..."
Darren looked at Mrs. Pomfrey pleadingly.
He looked extremely worried.
Clearly, they didn't want Madam Pomfrey and Harry to have a conflict.
"Humph!"
Mrs. Pomfrey ultimately remained silent.
She snorted a hum and then disappeared into the depths of the school clinic.
"I have a feeling that Mrs. Pomfrey is now just as formidable as Professor McGonagall; they're both incredibly fierce these days... Wait, what's this?"
Ron muttered to himself, then he suddenly noticed what was under Darren's pillow.
He curiously reached out and picked it up.
It was a pink greeting card.
It was written in childish handwriting: Dear Darren, I hope you get better soon.
Love you, Ginny.
Ginny!
Ron exclaimed in shock.
"How did Ginny end up here?"
Although Ginny didn't go home this year, they didn't tell her that Darren had gone to the school infirmary.
As it turned out, Ginny had already put Darren's greeting card under his pillow.
"I don't know either, but Ginny is so cute, she's always so considerate!"
Darren said with a smile, picking up the greeting card and carefully putting it in his pocket.
Ron said with some disgust, "Only girls like this kind of thing. Boys like us wouldn't do this kind of thing."
Darren, you have such a good temper. If a girl gave me something like this, I'd throw it away!
Darren pursed his lips.
How could anyone possibly send Ron something like that?
However, he suppressed his complaints and instead said with some disapproval, "Ron, don't say that. These are all people's good intentions. They only do this because they like me. If they didn't like me, they probably wouldn't even bother with me!"
Darren looked angry.
He clearly felt that what Ron said was very wrong.
Harry nodded quickly, about to say that Darren was right, but for some reason, Hermione suddenly glared at him.
He paused, puzzled.
Hearing Hermione say in a very affected tone, "Darren, although everyone's intentions are good, some of the things they gave are just too impractical."
This card is neither edible nor drinkable; you might as well give me a robe instead!
"Hermemin, are you saying that the greeting card my sister made wasn't good?"
Ron was angry. Although he could belittle Ginny, how could someone else talk about Ginny like that?
“Oh, Ron, I’m not targeting Ginny, I’m just stating the facts.”
Besides, she likes too many people, like Harry, like Darren… I think this is really bad, maybe you could try to talk to her!
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