Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Darren gently pulled her hand away and ran towards the troll.

Hermione felt like she was seeing Superman.

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Chapter 79: Snape Wants to Kill Someone!

Darren rushed out of the toilet stall and immediately activated the Occlumency.

A powerful force surged into his body.

"Impedimenta!"

"Stupefy!"

"Incendio!"

Having seen Becky's attack methods, Darren, upon seeing the troll, raised his wand and began a series of spells.

The troll's roar echoed through the basement.

"Darren!"

Harry's voice came, followed by a barrage of pebbles and pieces of wood thrown at the troll.

Darren took a moment to look back.

Sure enough, Harry and Ron were anxiously picking up things from the ground and throwing them at the troll, seemingly trying to lure it towards them.

Darren noticed that Harry even threw his wand as a heavy object.

The troll was indeed attracted to them.

Compared to Darren's intense attacks, Harry and Ron's efforts were like children playing house.

Its not-so-clever brain still thought it would be more comfortable there.

Seeing the troll's movements, Darren immediately ran over and pushed the two away.

"Harry, Ron, get out of the way, I can handle this!"

Darren revealed a pale face and an exhausted body, but still stood firmly in front of Harry and Ron.

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +100]

Three notifications.

Clearly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were so moved that they were about to cry.

Of course, Darren was most pleased to replenish some of the loss he had just incurred from using the Occlumency.

He didn't expect to be able to farm Saintly Father Value in the middle of a mission.

Ahem.

These things weren't urgent.

Darren had more important things to do.

One minute.

In about a minute, someone would arrive.

He had to get rid of this guy as soon as possible.

And show his bravery and fearlessness.

Moreover, he didn't have enough Saintly Father Value for another minute of Occlumency.

Darren narrowed his eyes.

He found that the troll's skin was thick and its flesh tough, and the spells weren't very effective.

He somewhat missed Becky's spherical bomb.

"Incarcerous!"

"Lapifors!"

"Impedimenta!"

"Shadow of Death!"

Darren was stunned when he cast the last spell.

Because it wasn't a spell he knew, but one he had come up with himself during the casting process.

The spell worked extremely well.

The troll seemed to see something terrifying and began to frantically harm itself.

"Shadow of Death!"

"Incarcerous!"

"Myriad Barrage!"

This…

Darren was dumbfounded.

He had just created another spell, Myriad Barrage.

He just thought of them randomly.

Then, after uttering them, it was as if ten thousand wands were aimed at the troll.

The effect was like a bomb.

The troll's body was riddled with dense holes, looking terrifying.

It's over, it's over.

He knew that a high aptitude for Dark Arts would definitely cause problems.

This was ridiculously high.

Looking at his character panel again.

Heavens, his Dark Arts aptitude had directly increased to 50 on its own.

The system said that his efforts would also increase his aptitude.

But… was aptitude so easy to increase?

Darren didn't even need to pay attention to the footsteps anymore.

With such a loud commotion, even a dead person would have been awakened.

The enemy forces will arrive on the battlefield in five seconds.

"Harry, Ron, take Hermione and leave first…"

Children, I'm giving you a chance.

If you leave quickly, you might be able to avoid a certain professor's anger.

"What about you!"

Harry rushed towards Darren, only to find that his face was terribly pale, like those ghosts.

"Darren, how are you now? You… Darren! Darren!"

Harry hugged the unconscious Darren, calling out his name in terror.

He won't die.

Darren won't die.

"You, how dare you? You should be glad… Darren!"

Professor McGonagall looked at the unconscious Darren in shock.

She closed her mouth, summoned a stretcher with a serious face, put Darren on it, and sent him to the school hospital urgently.

"Professor, Darren, Darren, he'll be alright… right?"

Harry asked, swallowing hard.

His heart was filled with great unease.

"Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, also worries about others?"

A sarcastic voice came, and Harry looked up to see Snape.

His expression was strange, like he was so enraged that he suppressed his calm, or like he had lost everything and was in pain.

"Severus…"

Harry noticed that Dumbledore looked very serious, and he almost stood in front of Snape, as if Snape was going to kill him.

"Oh, oh, oh, my dear children, Darren will be fine."

Dumbledore tried his best to smile, but his smile was a bit forced.

It wasn't until a silver cat rushed to Dumbledore's face and Dumbledore seemed to listen to something, that he truly smiled sincerely.