Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

What's with the act?

The moment Quirrell entered Hogwarts, he had a faint suspicion that the person had returned.

Perhaps that person was lurking in the back of Quirrell's head, concealed by the turban.

If he dared to show pity for Potter, who knew if it would attract that person's attention?

And not a single word that person said could be trusted.

What was that about not being so cruel to Potter?

It was utterly laughable.

Wasn't that person famous for his cruelty?

He had been killed once by that little brat's brother, Harry Potter, so how could he possibly treat that little brat differently?

This might be that person testing him.

Wanting to know if he was still loyal?

Heh!

Snape coldly pushed away Quirrell's head as he leaned in, then turned and left the staff table.

He summoned the Head Girl of Slytherin, who was looking worried.

"I need you to use the Cruciatus Curse on Darren Potter!"

Snape said to the girl from the Greengrass family.

Then he saw the shock in the girl's eyes.

"This… Professor, I can't… This is Dark Arts… I can't use this kind of magic at school!"

The girl vehemently denied.

But Snape saw the anger in her eyes, even a hint of murderous intent.

Naive.

Showing murderous intent to a Head of Slytherin House?

If she were facing an enemy, she would already be dead!

"Hmph, don't play your tricks. I allow you to use this magic… No, no, no, if no one finds out, then there's no violation, right?"

Snape said with a mocking smile.

Then, without listening to Miss Greengrass's next words, he turned and left, "accidentally" dropping a finger cot before he left.

After seeing Miss Greengrass pick up the finger cot and reveal a suddenly excited expression, Snape quietly returned to his office.

In his office, he saw Dumbledore, who should have been in the Great Hall.

"If I'm not mistaken, the headmaster should be at the staff table eating dinner right now."

Snape narrowed his eyes, his wand in his hand.

Although he didn't think anyone could get the headmaster's hair to impersonate him.

"A little magic, good morning, Severus."

Dumbledore looked a little sleepy.

But his blue eyes were still wise.

He stood in the center of Snape's office, and seeing that Snape was still so nervous, he shrugged, and took out the Elder Wand.

"Alright, it really is you. So, Dumbledore, what brings you here?"

Snape snorted and put away his wand.

Unless Dumbledore was dead, he would never give the Elder Wand to anyone else.

"Severus, forgive an old man's pain, I need to enter Slytherin with you to observe Darren's punishment!"

"Bang!"

Snape angrily smashed the table beside him.

He took out his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore, angrily saying: "Dumbledore, what exactly are you trying to do? Don't tell me you want to see that little brat really being subjected to the Cruciatus Curse, being tortured to death?"

"No, no, no, Severus, you're overthinking it."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, signaling Snape to put down his wand.

Snape was silent for a while, and put down his wand with empty eyes.

He said somewhat bitterly: "Dumbledore, you're always like this. How am I supposed to trust you?"

62

Chapter 62: Improved Potion!!

Snape slumped into his chair and covered his face.

How many times has this happened?

This old man always tries to find ways to hurt that Potter brat.

Every time, he has all sorts of sufficient reasons that make it impossible for him to refuse. But why does it have to be this way?

That Potter brat is clearly a kind and stupid fool.

Why does he have to stare at him and hurt him?

"He's too kind, I always feel uneasy."

Dumbledore said solemnly.

Snape laughed mockingly.

Yes!

No one can be so kind, so kind that it's like acting.

But…

Snape had to admit dejectedly that the child was indeed genuine.

"Dumbledore, the kindness you can't achieve doesn't mean he can't either!"

Snape sneered.

Dumbledore was not angry either.

He sat opposite Snape, waited for him to calm down, and then said with a slight sigh: "Yes, yes, you're right, I really can't do what Darren does. People praise me as the greatest white wizard, not greedy for power. In fact, they don't know at all that I used to be a jerk. If something hadn't happened, I wouldn't be like this now. I might have been even more insane than Voldemort, and I might have caused trouble in the entire wizarding world."

Dumbledore sighed, he shook his head, looked at Snape, who still looked somewhat pained, and continued softly: "I'm just worried that this child will go astray. You and I both know that no matter who it is, with that child's experience, it's impossible to remain kind. Yes, he used to be really kind, but after entering this magical world, with the famous Harry as a comparison, Severus, aren't you worried about him?"

Snape closed his eyes.

Worried, how could he not be worried?

He was worried about that Potter brat all the time, because the comparison with Harry Potter became oppressive, painful, sad, and jealous.

He and Dumbledore both underestimated the sensation Harry Potter caused in the wizarding world.

Everyone in the wizarding world knows Harry Potter.

Some people regard Harry Potter as an idol.

Some regard Harry Potter as a lifelong enemy.

But it has to be said that Harry Potter is in the spotlight.

People who like him, seeing him enter Gryffindor, will reveal the expected gaze, and even praise him for being pure in heart and a brave man.

People who don't like him, seeing him enter Gryffindor, will also disdainfully say that's exactly what he is, that guy should be there.

At the same time, Darren Potter is the object of their comparison.

He had heard more than once that the other three houses were saying that Darren Potter was not a good person. If he was a good person, how could he have entered Slytherin?

In addition, Harry Potter didn't look for him for nearly a week after the start of school, and almost everyone had this understanding.

With such remarks.

Of course, he would worry that Darren would change himself. No, he wasn't worried that Darren would become less kind, but that he would go astray.

At that time, no one knew what would happen.

He didn't want Lily's child to fall to that extent.

"See, even you don't really believe in him, do you?"

Snape silently satirized himself in his heart.

But he still insisted: "Even so, I can't allow Potter to really receive the Cruciatus Curse. If Voldemort knew that the greatest white wizard insisted on watching the Potter brat being subjected to the Cruciatus Curse, he might laugh his head off!"

"Ah, Severus, you imagine me to be a bit too bad. I've said it before, I just want to go to Slytherin to observe little Darren's punishment, not to change what punishment he receives."

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile.

His eyes looked at Snape frankly, without any cunning.