Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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Not every time could he be standing right behind the two brothers.

Voldemort would see Harry as an enemy, but Darren would also see him as someone who threatens Harry.

They have to become strong on their own. They will have to face all of this on their own eventually, even if it's something he can't bear to see.

Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and regained his previous cheerful demeanor.

"Now, let's talk about something happy!"

You and Harry are both alright, that's wonderful. As for the Philosopher's Stone… oh, my child, it wasn't lost, I destroyed it…”

Darren was heartbroken.

He originally intended to steal it, but who knew that Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Snape were all there.

I didn't have a chance to make a move. It hurts.

"Mr. Nicolas Flamel... can he also forge a Philosopher's Stone?"

Darren asked hesitantly.

Dumbledore paused, taken aback. He quickly explained, "My brother is always worried that our treasury won't have enough money. If we had the Philosopher's Stone, I could make lots and lots of gold for him..."

"Of course, the Philosopher's Stone belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel; I was just asking..."

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]

He smiled sheepishly, looking somewhat guilty.

He clearly felt that it was inappropriate for him to ask again whether the magic stone could still be crafted.

However, Dumbledore was not angry at all.

He smiled and shook his head, intending to say that Mr. Nicolas Flamel would embark on an adventurous journey, but looking at Darren, he changed his words and said, "Whether the Philosopher's Stone is to be reforged is up to Nick and the others to decide."

However, if they were to continue crafting, I think they might agree to conjure up a large piece of gold for you, considering how much you and Harry helped them.”

"Dumbledore said jokingly."

Darren quickly shook his head, rejecting the suggestion.

"No, no, we can't accept that. I was just joking. A magic stone is so precious; even if it could be used to forge gold, it would be such a waste..."

Patchouli said it's already doing a lot of business, and it's sure it can raise Harry and me to adulthood!

Darren said happily.

Dumbledore shook his head with amusement.

He picked up a toffee from the table next to Darren, opened it, and popped a piece into his mouth.

"Well, your suitors and your friends sent... not just these, but a whole bunch that Mrs. Pomfrey collected."

She said it's not good for you to eat too much sugar, and she'll give you some when you're hospitalized again.

Ah this.

Should we get a school clinic package? No, never mind, he doesn't want to be hospitalized again.

I slept for almost five days and all fifteen temporary tasks were gone.

"If you don't want to be hospitalized, you'd better keep quiet. I heard Severus is planning to put you in solitary confinement."

He said in a fit of anger that he would lock you up until graduation to suppress your strong adventurous spirit.

Dumbledore smiled as he watched Darren's jaw drop in astonishment. He then burst into laughter.

"Alright, son, that's all. If you want to know more, you can ask Harry. I told him a lot of things..."

Also, you and Harry will be staying with your Aunt Petunia for the summer; she's your only family left.

Dumbledore sighed. There was a hint of weariness in his voice.

He then took the opportunity to touch a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean, then quickly spat it out, saying, "Pah! It tastes like stinky tofu. The Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans produced recently taste even weirder."

Darren blinked, then suddenly realized something.

It seems Patty mentioned last time that he acquired a stake in the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans manufacturer...

Ask him if he has any favorite flavors.

He then had Patty try some Chinese food. Could it have been added at that time?

Darren clicked his tongue, feeling that perhaps in the future, fans of Bittersweet Beans might be able to taste even more flavors.

"By the way, child, if I were you, I would quickly change my clothes and go to the auditorium. The banquet will start there in ten minutes. You don't want to miss the banquet, do you?"

Quietly, Mrs. Pomfrey isn't here... I only rushed in because I noticed she wasn't there, and I didn't expect to catch you just as you woke up. I'm so lucky..."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took another Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean and popped it into his mouth. This time, he smiled.

ten minutes later.

Darren appeared at the Slytherin table, neatly dressed.

Malfoy sat to his right, looking at Darren as if he were a rare animal.

Cassandra is on the left.

Ms. Worley had a very aloof expression and even glared at Darren.

Darren suspected that if they weren't in a public place, this girl would probably have cast a few spells on him to teach him a lesson.

The other Slytherins looked at him with utter arrogance, some even casting cold daggers at him.

Although no one spoke, the atmosphere was created very well.

Until Becky walked up to him from the front, looking as if she was furious.

"Hmph, I'll let this punishment slide. For some reason, the voting machine in Slytherin House that decides whether or not to punish you broke down."

It broke down many times, and each time it would break down again after being repaired for two or three minutes, and we couldn't find out who did it.

I checked, and it's been enchanted with numerous spells. I swear this was a group crime. If I find out, I'll give them all a piece of my mind!

Becky said angrily as she looked at each of the students on the Slytherin table.

These people silently turned their heads, some looking at the sky, others at the ground, but none of them met her gaze.

"Hmph, if I find out who it is..."

She said threateningly, then winked at Darren and went back to her chair.

Ah, what a beautiful night!

Dumbledore shouted loudly from the platform.

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Chapter 126 What does Harry Potter have?!

Another year has passed!

Dumbledore raised his hands and said loudly, "While enjoying these delicious dishes, we must..."

"Alright, now let's announce the house scores. Fourth place, Gryffindor: 312 points; Third place... First place, Slytherin: 472 points!"

"what!"

"Hahaha!"

"First place again!"

"I knew it!"

"We've been number one for the eighth time in a row!"

"What does Gryffindor have compared to us?"

Slytherin cried out excitedly.

Darren didn't laugh at all, because he knew the trophy was definitely for Gryffindor.

After all, in the original story, Slytherin never won a trophy again after Harry arrived.

Of course, to fit his character, he still looked gently toward Gryffindor.

He saw the surprise in Harry's eyes.

Then I kept mouthing to him, telling him that I had to see him after the group disbanded. He nodded in response.

Then he noticed a gaze fixed on him. He looked up in that direction.

Snape.

Snape's expression had been happy, but the moment Darren saw him turn around, his face instantly turned ugly. Darren noticed that his lips were moving.

It's like the word "confinement." Ah, this.

"Am I really going to be locked up until graduation?" Darren scratched his head in frustration.

The tuft of hair on the top of his head looks even more sticking up.

"Posing and striking poses!"

Darren overheard Cassandra muttering something beside him, but he couldn't tell who she was talking about. Which girl had Cassandra had a fight with?