Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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"Ten and a third of a length, cypress wood, Azure Dragon Reverse Scale Magic Wand, used for a year, right?"

"Correct."

"Alright, take it!"

The security guard didn't look up the entire time, just like a bank teller.

Darren made a comment.

Then they followed Tonks and the others to the courthouse.

Fudge tricked him and even took him to court. He'll definitely make Fudge pay today.

He snorted.

The pace is faster.

He didn't want to run into Dumbledore and Harry right now; as a good boy, he might be ordered by them to change his address.

But he didn't think that way at all.

What's the point of changing your tune from the very beginning?

Fudge will have to beg him to change his mind.

Darren wasn't the only one worried about seeing Dumbledore and Harry.

Even Fudge thought so.

He was waiting outside the courtroom when he saw Darren and the others approaching, and immediately went to greet them.

"This is Darren Porter?"

Fudge said dismissively.

He could still give Harry Potter some face.

But in his eyes, Darren Porter was nothing more than an orphan brat.

She's still at his mercy.

"I read Tonks's account of the interrogation. You believed that you were responsible for everything. Do you still believe that now?"

"Yes, I still think so."

Darren closed his eyes; his face was deathly pale.

After Fudge approached, he hurriedly took two steps back.

From a distance, it looked remarkably like Fudge had threatened him with something.

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +80]

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +70]

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +80]

[bite…]

Another wave of "Saint Father Values" has been earned.

Fudge, of course, had no idea what Darren was thinking, and he even contributed some "saintly points" to Darren.

Clearly, he also felt that Darren was the complete victim in this matter, but since Darren said it himself, what business is it of his?

He pretended to wipe his eyes.

He looked like he was wiping away tears, but he didn't even break a sweat.

"Oh, in that case, let's go in!"

He opened the door to the courtroom and looked at Darren with a somewhat malicious intent.

Darren nodded, his face pale, and then followed Fudge's directions to where a stern-looking male wizard stood.

Next to the male wizard was a large chair.

There were many chains around the chair, as if they could lock someone up at any moment.

"Sit here and wait a little longer, everyone will be here soon!"

"Thank you!"

Darren smiled politely, then sat obediently in the chair.

When he sat down in the chair, he realized that it was located right in the center of the room.

This is a very large hall.

The front of the hall features tiered seating.

No one has taken a seat yet.

Besides those seats, all that's left are the stools he makes.

He also has six more of these stools.

Obviously, the remaining Slytherin students will also come.

These are a few students he specifically kept behind.

These students are the kind who have the desire to steal but not the courage.

I'm very unhappy with him, but I don't dare to do anything to him.

So he deliberately fabricated many memories in their minds, memories that showed he was powerful but somewhat pedantic and unwilling to kill anyone.

It's all so they'll deliberately frame him, make them think he's easy to bully, and then cause trouble for him.

Let's see what each of them has to say today.

He was just waiting for the system to randomly generate some image-recording orbs to create fake images of these people entering Azkaban.

Let's see who the biggest victim is today!

197

Chapter 197 Bringing the Victims to Trial!

As Darren pondered, ...the time for the trial gradually arrived.

The previously empty seats are now full of people.

Darren suspects there are at least fifty people here.

These people were all wearing crimson robes with an exquisite silver 'W' embroidered on their left breast.

In the very center of the front row of seats sat Connelly Fudge.

Next to Fudge sat a plump witch with a wide chin.

Darren suspects that this witch is the 'pink toad' that becomes so annoying later on.

However, since she hasn't shown any signs of wearing pink, Darren really can't be sure.

"Very good, everyone is present. So, let's begin..."

Fudge said with a smile.

However, he was interrupted.

Dumbledore walked in from outside with six students.

“I think we might be missing six main characters. How can we only have Darren being interrogated? That doesn’t make sense!”

"But we interrogated them before, Mr. Dumbledore, have you forgotten?"

The woman next to Fudge spoke in a sticky, cloying voice.

However, his tone was full of contempt.

Darren became even more suspicious that she was a 'pink toad'.

Dumbledore ignored her.

He shook his head and said seriously, "If we're going to interrogate, then of course we should interrogate them all together. This is the first time since the Ministry of Magic was established that so many people have been interrogating just one victim."

His words were somewhat sarcastic, which elicited several bursts of laughter.

Fudge looked unwell.

But he still laughed and said, "Sure, it's all the same. Sit down... If you, Dumbledore, deem it necessary to interrogate him several times, then let's begin..."

"No no no!"

Dumbledore then interrupted him.

"Dumbledore, are you deliberately going against me?"

"No, no, no, I mean I'm also a member of the Wizengamo. Have you forgotten... um, why isn't there a place for me?"

Dumbledore looked puzzled.

Sweat began to bead on Fudge's face, and he stammered as if he wanted to say something.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and with a flick of his wand, a chair appeared next to Darren.