Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Just as Harry and the others were about to disperse, they saw Professor McGonagall walking over, fuming with anger.

She sternly called Harry away.

Darren wanted to follow, but she refused, so he could only stay in place, worried, gazing melancholically at Harry and McGonagall's departing figures.

“Hahaha, Scarhead is definitely going to be expelled; Professor McGonagall is the strictest!”

Malfoy laughed triumphantly.

Darren frowned, shaking his head unhappily, and said, “If Harry gets expelled, you and I will also get expelled. Did you forget that you provoked Harry first, and you were the one who rode the broom and threw Neville's crystal ball out?!”

[Ding, Saintly Value +30]

[Ding, Saintly Value +20]

[Ding, Saintly Value +50]

[Ding...]

Another pile of Saintly Value from who-knows-who made Darren feel delighted.

Of course, he knew Harry wouldn't be expelled.

He would probably be taken away by Professor McGonagall to join the Quidditch team.

He just didn't know if Snape would be willing to let him join the team?

But thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

For example, if he was playing ball with Harry, and the Saintly System issued a mission asking him to let Harry go, bah, he was afraid it would cause the Slytherins' wrath.

Moreover, he guessed Snape wouldn't let him join either.

Both of the Potter family's sons were Quidditch experts; Snape was probably going to recall his childhood memories.

He couldn't control Harry Potter, but Darren Potter, it would be strange if he let him participate!

Darren sighed again, causing Ron to become fearful and apprehensive as well.

Hermione, who was next to him, wrinkled her nose and said unhappily, “I told you guys not to bother with that Malfoy earlier, but you and Harry just like to show off. Now, Darren is also worried because of you!”

“Enough, who are you to us? Mind your own business, Miss Granger!”

Ron ran towards the castle in a huff.

Only Darren remained in place with apology and guilt.

“I'm sorry, Hermione, it's Ron and Harry's fault for making you feel wronged. I'm sorry!”

[Ding, Saintly Value +80]

71

Chapter 71: I Advise You to Hurry Up!!

“Oh, it's okay. I'm already used to their rudeness. Who told me to be a stinky Mudblood!”

Hermione wiped away her tears sadly.

She had suffered a lot of ridicule on her first day in the magical world.

Her father was almost killed.

Fortunately, Darren saved them.

And Dumbledore assured her that he would make her father forget what happened that day, so she could come to Hogwarts to study.

After arriving at school, she worked hard every day to study and earn points.

She just wanted to tell others that she was no worse than anyone else.

But the more she studied at this school, the more upset she felt.

In terms of studying, she couldn't compare to Darren.

In terms of popularity, she couldn't compare to Harry.

In terms of being likeable, she couldn't even compare to Ron.

If she couldn't see Darren every day, she would sometimes really want to drop out.

[Ding, detecting a scene where the Saintly System is in play near the host, a temporary mission is now released: Comfort Hermione and temporarily dispel her idea of dropping out.]

[Ding, after completing the mission, you will receive the 'Versatile Quill' (you can use any pen to write any font you want). Do you want to accept the mission?]

[Accept!]

Darren didn't expect Hermione to have the idea of dropping out.

So he chuckled softly.

He pulled Hermione to sit on the grassy ground.

“Well, my and Harry's mothers were also Muggle-born witches… Yes, don't look at me like that. The school history only mentions that our mother was a great witch, and doesn't mention that she came from a Muggle family.

Moreover, Harry and I both grew up in the Muggle world. Harry was placed at my aunt's house by Headmaster Dumbledore.

So, Hermione, you are not worse than us at all; you are very powerful.

Actually, I'm not afraid to tell you that before coming to this school, I hadn't even read a book.

So why are you upset because of such a small setback?

Look at me, I was sorted into Slytherin and rejected by everyone, but I'm still happy every day, aren't I?”

Darren smiled gently.

Hermione's tears gradually stopped.

She looked at Darren and smiled embarrassedly.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Darren. I made you mention your sad things. Maybe it's because you're too much like a little angel…”

Hermione said embarrassedly.

Realizing that she was sitting with Darren at this moment.

Her face gradually turned red.

“I, I'll go first. Thank you for your comfort!”

[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the mission and obtaining the Versatile Quill]

Versatile Quill: Child, can you change your handwriting?

The system can't bear to look at it anymore!

Ah, this…

Darren recalled his English handwriting.

He felt… it was okay?

Although it wasn't as good-looking as Dumbledore's circle-within-a-circle font, it was still unique.

Ahem.

Change it then.

At most, he would pretend to practice calligraphy.

With his genius, he could change it in a day. That's not an exaggeration, right?

However, this time, he only temporarily dispelled Hermione's idea of dropping out. This girl should still need an adventure similar to the original story to truly study at Hogwarts wholeheartedly.

He didn't need to worry about this.

The plot would advance this matter.

Darren patted the weeds on his body and slowly stood up.

At this time, the students began to walk towards Hogwarts Castle one after another.

He also quickly followed.

Back at the castle, he saw Malfoy and Harry arguing again.

He eavesdropped and heard them arranging a midnight duel.

“No, Malfoy, what exactly are you doing? If you guys get caught dueling at midnight, you could very well be expelled!”

Darren said anxiously.

Malfoy snorted. He ignored Darren and instead looked at Crabbe next to him, saying arrogantly, “I'll have Crabbe as my assistant. Harry Potter, if you're still a man, duel me at midnight.

Don't think about calling Darren. You wouldn't just hide behind Darren and wait for him to protect you, would you?”

Darren opened his mouth, wanting to refute his words, but Harry had already stood up very angrily.

“Of course, I won't just hide behind Darren. He's my brother, and I'll protect him in the future. You don't need to worry about it!”

“Alright, then. Tonight at twelve o'clock, we'll meet in the trophy room. It's never locked!”

Malfoy raised his eyebrows at Harry.

He turned around, saw Darren, grabbed him, and walked towards Slytherin.