Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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But in the end, she tried her best to comfort them, or perhaps she was comforting herself as well: "Don't worry, as long as we get back to the castle, Harry, you and Darren will be safe. Don't forget that Dumbledore is here, and the Man from Dark Man can't hurt you..."

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"Yes!"

"But………"

"besides………"

They talked in the common room until the sky began to lighten, then they couldn't resist going back to sleep.

However, they agreed that Darren absolutely must not be told about this. He's too kind; he'd be extremely worried, and might even go out to find Voldemort for Harry's sake.

If he knew that guy was Voldemort, the Voldemort who killed their parents and was going to harm Harry, he might have acted even more impulsively than Harry.

Harry returned to his dormitory, yawning repeatedly.

He pulled back the covers and was surprised to find his invisibility cloak neatly folded and placed on his bed.

There was a note on it: Just in case.

When Darren woke up the next day, he found that the unicorn named Erico was gone.

Madam Pomfrey said it was taken by Dumbledore. And its injuries might require a trip to St. Mungo's.

Although Darren saved its life, it still has at least dozens of deadly curses on it.

Of course, before it left, it left Darren with a few wisps of unicorn hair and a bottle of unicorn blood.

The vial of blood looked pure and beautiful. Mrs. Pomfrey said enviously, "Unicorn blood is priceless, especially this kind of voluntarily donated blood. It can save the life of someone on the verge of death, even grant them immortality… Of course, at most it can only prolong their lifespan…"

Darren marveled, wondering how many Galleons it could fetch.

He then looked at Madam Pomfrey and said, "Madam, you helped me when I was injured several times, so please accept this blood!"

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +50]

"No, this is a gift from Erik to you, I can't accept it!"

Mrs. Pomfrey glanced longingly at the blood, but still refused Darren's offer.

Darren then seized the opportunity and said, "How about this, can you buy it for me with Galleons? I know you really like this blood, but I don't need it. Just give me Galleons."

That way, it won't be like you took my things for nothing, and I hope that will make you feel better."

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]

Mrs. Pomfrey was deeply moved.

She liked this kind and understanding child very much. So she gritted her teeth and said, "Fifty thousand Galleons..."

"Okay, deal!"

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +80]

Darren estimates that he could sell it to someone else for that price, or maybe even less.

Aren't you going to ask me if I gave you too much or too little?

Mrs. Pomfrey asked, moved.

Darren chuckled softly and said, "It was originally for you. I only asked for the money to make you more comfortable. As long as it can be sold, that's all that matters!"

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +60]

"Good boy, I won't take advantage of you, otherwise people will laugh at me."

50,000 Galleons is a bit higher than the market price, but lower than the black market price. If you think it's too low, you'll have to wait until I get paid.

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Chapter 113 Final Exams!

"No, this is enough!"

Darren said with certainty.

Mrs. Pomfrey shrugged.

He handed Darren a wallet stuffed full of Galleons.

"Here, this is all my savings."

"But...don't you have no money?"

Darren hesitated before taking the wallet.

If he takes the wallet and causes Mrs. Pomfrey to go hungry, his character might be ruined.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll still get paid, and besides, Hogwarts provides meals."

Go back to class quickly, or I won't be responsible if the professor criticizes you!

The following week was spent taking exams.

Because Darren understood the entire book, he performed perfectly on the exams.

Of course, there are also practical exams.

Professor Flitwick tested them by making a pineapple tap dance off the table.

As a result, Darren's pineapple not only tap-danced, but also performed a short swan dance, and finally bowed politely to Professor Flitwick.

“Perfect, Mr. Potter, you are simply the most talented student I have ever seen, and of course, your character is even more admirable!”

Next up is Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall needs them to turn a mouse into a snuff bottle. The more exquisite the design, the higher the score.

She was very serious with other students, but when she took the test for Daren, her tone softened a bit.

"No, no, no, Darren, this mouse won't suffer any torment, good boy..."

Professor McGonagall's soft-hearted explanation.

This child doesn't like it when people mistreat small animals.

He believes that people can eat meat freely, but the act of abuse is something that no normal person would do.

"Thank you for your explanation, Professor McGonagall."

Darren smiled sweetly.

He waved his wand and transformed the mouse into a Chinese snuff bottle. Exquisitely crafted.

Professor McGonagall was full of praise for it.

She even wanted to collect the snuff bottle. Unfortunately, Darren turned her back into a mouse.

Fortunately, Darren noticed her interest and conjured a Chinese-style pavilion out of a piece of wood, almost making her exclaim in admiration.

Professor Snape was even more amiable.

He didn't even let Darren take the exam; he just gave him a perfect score on his report card.

He said sarcastically, "After all, you're not like those giants whose heads are stuffed with reeds."

Darren passed the exam with ease.

Nothing could stump him.

In stark contrast to his state was Harry. He looked like he had exam syndrome. Listless, with dark circles under his eyes, and having nightmares.

Because Harry and his friends didn't tell Darren about what happened in the Forbidden Forest, nor did they mention Voldemort, Darren couldn't say he knew.

They could only get sedatives from Madam Pomfrey every day in an attempt to persuade Harry to drink them.

Harry was tormented by his conscience every day. He wanted to tell Darren the reason, but he was afraid that Darren would act impulsively, so he looked even worse.

The last exam was on the history of magic. Professor Binns was a ghost.

His test was much simpler, requiring only a few questions. Darren looked at his report card, which was marked "perfect," and happily walked out of the classroom.

"That's great, Harry, cheer up!"

Darren said, basking in the sunshine.

He and Hermione sat against the roots of a large tree, the warm sunshine making him almost fall asleep.

"Yes, Harry, don't worry about other things anymore, we've finished our exams."

"Just one more week and our semester will be over. Then Dumbledore will definitely have moved the Philosopher's Stone, and we'll be free!"

"Ron said happily. Harry didn't know what to say."

His scar burned with pain, and he always felt it was a sign of something. He also always felt that he might have forgotten something.

He shouldn't have forgotten.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he took off running outside.

"elder brother!"

Darren immediately stood up and shouted.

"Here's the thing, come with me. I've thought of something, and that's why Hagrid got a dragon egg."