Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Although he didn't want to join Quidditch, he ~ wanted to play with a broom!

This is a man's dream.

Although more men dream of riding flying swords in the sky.

But this is infinitely close to his dream!

To play with a broom, Darren followed Harry to the Quidditch pitch for an afternoon.

No task was triggered, and he could only play for a while after Harry finally finished training.

Not only was he constantly urged by Ron, but he also had to listen to Wood's words and not fly too high.

It made him depressed.

If he had known, he wouldn't have gone; he could have triggered a task in the common room!

Tasks are much more important than brooms.

Miscalculation, what a miscalculation!

After dark.

Darren dragged his feet back to the Slytherin common room.

There were not many people in the common room.

It seemed they had all gone to sleep.

Darren sighed regretfully. He had originally thought about whether he could trigger a task when he returned to the common room.

But nothing happened.

Darren, who had been busy all day but hadn't gotten anything, could only return to his dormitory with heartache.

He vowed to brush out a task with a good reward tomorrow.

What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?

In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.

Darren slowly followed Cassandra and the others to the Slytherin table.

Because he played too late the day before, he felt he still needed to go back and catch up on sleep.

Unfortunately, Slytherins had to eat together.

Depressing.

Cassandra looked at his listless expression, hesitating to speak, but in the end, she didn't say anything and lowered her head to eat her own food.

Darren didn't pay attention to her expression at all.

He was eating, because he needed to be full of energy to go out and farm tasks, right?

"Oh my god!"

"Whose is this?"

"It's terrifying!"

"Is Hogwarts crazy today?"

Darren was eating when he suddenly heard a burst of exclamation from the Ravenclaw table next to him.

Of course, the voices from the other colleges were even louder.

He quickly raised his head and saw at least dozens of brooms being carried in by owls from outside the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

"Whose are these?"

Darren opened his eyes wide in shock.

After Harry Potter got a broom yesterday, did everyone go crazy?

Did they all buy brooms?

Sure enough, people are all competitive animals.

He curled his lips.

But for the sake of his persona, he still regained his composure.

His family's vault could buy dozens of them; would he envy this?

It's just that he didn't remember this scene in the original book?

Could it be that the author didn't write it?

Darren muttered to himself, thinking about secretly buying one, when he saw a broom flying towards him.

He looked at Harry in Gryffindor.

Harry smiled and nodded, obviously Harry bought it for him.

Darren excitedly opened the package.

Inside was a beautiful broom, exactly the same as Harry's.

There was also a note on it.

It must have been written to him by Harry.

Why bother?

They're so close; just say it directly; why write a note?

Could it be some words of analyzing his inner feelings?

Darren curiously opened the note and saw neat handwriting on it: I hope you can be happier.

Beatrice Greengrass.

Huh?

Was it sent to the wrong person?

Darren looked towards Beatrice and saw her raise a glass of juice to signal him.

This…

Did Beatrice really buy it?

Then what about the one Harry bought?

Darren looked up blankly and found that there were hundreds of owls hovering above his head.

Because there was no place for them to land, they could only fly above Darren's head.

However, they were very orderly, carrying brooms and waiting for Darren to open the package.

After Darren finished reading Beatrice's package, the other owls threw down the brooms they were carrying.

Darren opened it and took a look.

Nimbus 2000. There was still a note inside: You are like a little angel; don't be sad.

Hermione Granger.

Eh?

Is Hermione's family so rich?

Okay, Hermione's family is definitely not poor.

He looked at Hermione and found Hermione blushing, using a book to cover her face.

Darren had no choice but to take apart a broom.

There was only one document on it.

"About Darren Potter being allowed to use a broom exceptionally."

Who is this?

Darren looked towards the teacher's seat and saw Snape's nonchalant face. Okay, if Snape didn't apply for him, how could he get the document?

He kept unpacking until after he finished eating.

Darren finished reading these brooms.

A total of thirty-two brooms.

The colors and styles were all the same.

Slytherin alone bought twenty-seven.

Of the remaining five, one was bought by Snape, one was bought by Harry, one was bought by Professor Flitwick, and one was bought by Hermione.

The last one didn't have a name written on it, so he directly returned it.

Gosh, when did he become so popular?

After thanking everyone who bought him a broom, he returned all the brooms, leaving only Harry's.

It's just that his heart ached a little.

They were so expensive!