Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Their first flying lesson was about to begin.

Dozens of brooms were neatly arranged there.

"Alright, what are you all standing around for? Quickly, stand in front of a broom," Madam Hooch said, urging them on as she walked over.

Darren obediently walked to a broom and stood in front of it.

This broom was worn and old, looking extremely ugly.

"My dad said he'll buy me a Nimbus 2000, the newest broom this year! Potter, do you want one? If you call me 'brother,' maybe I can get my dad to buy you one too!"

That arrogant voice.

Darren turned speechlessly to Draco Malfoy, who had proactively stood next to him.

Why did this young master come looking for a beating again?

Hmm?

Something seems off.

Darren pinched his chin, looking at Malfoy with some suspicion.

This guy didn't seem to be this familiar with him before, especially asking him to call him 'brother.'

Good heavens, could it be that his drop of blood from this morning led to the discovery of Malfoy's bloodline?

So fast?

Darren knew that the magical world was efficient, but he had never realized it so profoundly until now.

It hasn't been long!

Lucius acted as if he had already done a DNA test.

Even Draco Malfoy knew.

Speaking of which, doesn't the magical world do DNA tests?

If they did DNA tests, they might discover that he was likely the child of at least three or four people.

If the system continued to cause trouble at this rate, perhaps in a few more chapters, he would really become someone's son in the magical world.

However, he was naturally "unaware of anything" at this moment.

So, he frowned and said somewhat unhappily, "Malfoy, you're starting to mock my brother again. Yes, Harry and I may be poor and have no money, but we have genuine affection, which can't be swayed by your money!"

[Ding, Saintly Value +10]

[Ding, Saintly Value +5]

[Ding, Saintly Value +15]

[Ding...]

A small wave of Saintly Value was received.

Although Darren thought it was a bit small, free stuff is always welcome.

However, while he thought it was good, Malfoy felt very bad.

Before, when Darren mocked him because of Harry Potter, he only thought Darren was a bit foolish.

He thought he was silly for just following behind Harry Potter, sticking up for Harry Potter, just like Harry Potter's little follower. But after knowing the "truth," Malfoy's feelings were completely different.

He felt very upset.

He was also this guy's brother! Why didn't he see this guy working so hard to defend him?

He had just kindly asked him if he wanted a Nimbus 2000.

He had begged his dad for a long time before his dad agreed.

This guy was not only not touched but also said he was mocking Harry Potter.

How infuriating!

Malfoy snorted and glared at Harry Potter, who had just arrived at Hogwarts and was standing on the field.

Harry: ???

What's wrong with Malfoy again?

He felt terrible.

This Malfoy was just like a jerk; he had never seen a more annoying guy.

But Malfoy wasn't doing anything at this moment, so he couldn't even retaliate.

Harry sighed.

He listened to Madam Hooch's instructions and stood next to the broom.

"Extend your right hand and place it over the broom handle, then say: Up!"

Madam Hooch shouted, raising her voice.

Darren obediently said, "Up!"

The broom obediently jumped into his hand as he wished.

He looked around and saw that only his and Harry's brooms were so obedient.

Malfoy's broom rolled around on the ground before slowly landing in Malfoy's hand.

"Darren Potter, look at me..."

Malfoy triumphantly raised his broom to show off to Darren, but when he looked to the side.

Darren was already playing with the broom.

He quickly looked at Harry Potter again.

Scarhead also had his broom in hand.

What's going on?

This is too unbelievable.

They both grew up in the Muggle world, so how could they use brooms better than him?

Could it be because they often sweep the floor?

Malfoy had heard his dad say that Muggles also use brooms to sweep the floor, but their brooms can't fly.

"Hmph, luck!"

Malfoy turned away unhappily.

He must get his dad to buy him a Nimbus 2000 and ride it around in front of Scarhead.

To let him know that he was a poor wretch!

He can't even afford a Nimbus 2000.

Because of Darren's words, Malfoy now believed that the Potter family was very poor, probably only having enough money to send them to school.

He laughed smugly.

He shook the broom in his hand disdainfully.

"Malfoy, your posture is wrong!"

Madam Hooch was angered by Malfoy's behavior and hurriedly walked over, saying unhappily, how could he treat a broom like that?

These children are so lovely!

"Hmph, I already know how!"

Malfoy felt his face burning. What do you mean, my posture is wrong?

He, Malfoy, had once ridden a flying broom to evade Muggle airplanes. How could he not know how to ride a broom?

What a joke!

Unfortunately, because he bragged too outrageously, no one believed him.

"Alright, when I blow the whistle, you kick off with both feet and leave the ground!"

Madam Hooch demonstrated, riding on the broom.

Everyone quickly followed her demonstration and also sat on their brooms.

Darren heard Malfoy muttering that this broken broom had scratched his robe, and he would definitely get his dad to replace all these brooms.

Child!

Buying a broom for your own child is different from replacing brooms for the school.

Lucius doesn't do charity.

However, Darren didn't tell him this fact due to his persona.

"Three, two..."

Before Madam Hooch could even shout 'one,' Neville had already panicked and kicked off hard, flying into the air.