Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

She rushed back to the dormitory and brought out an extremely thick book, slamming it onto the table with a loud thud.

The sound echoed loudly.

“This book has been in my dorm all along, and I never thought to look through it!”

Hermione said again in frustration.

She turned to a certain page, pointed at the words, and read, “Nicolas Flamel is the creator of the Sorcerer's Stone!”

She mysteriously lowered her voice when saying the words 'Sorcerer's Stone'.

However, Harry and Ron didn't quite understand why she was doing that.

“What's that?”

“Sounds like a rock,” the two asked curiously.

Hermione rolled her eyes at them.

“The Sorcerer's Stone can turn metal into gold and create the Elixir of Life! Nicolas Flamel celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year!”

Hermione took a deep breath, looked at Ron and Harry, and said with disdain, “Do you understand now?”

“Turn into gold? Then wouldn't I be the richest person?”

“If we get it, then the Galleons in my and Darren's vault wouldn't have to be saved anymore?”

Harry and Ron said excitedly, not paying attention to the Elixir of Life.

They hadn't thought about those things yet; they were more focused on the Sorcerer's Stone's ability to turn things into gold.

If they had a Sorcerer's Stone, they would immediately become the richest people!

Hermione was speechless.

She could only look at Darren.

Darren smiled innocently and sweetly, but he was quite excited inside.

Speaking of which, the Sorcerer's Stone's ability to create gold seems quite powerful!

If he could create gold, would he still need to be so frugal? Cough, although it doesn't seem like he's lost out.

But the feeling of sitting and eating away at his wealth is a bit scary.

So, since Nicolas Flamel is going to destroy the Sorcerer's Stone anyway, could he give it to him?

Darren felt a little itchy in his heart, but on the surface, he still wore a simple and happy expression, saying, “It's good that we found out what it is. This way, everyone can rest well. Hermione has dark circles under her eyes from exhaustion, and Brother and Ron haven't slept well either.”

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +80]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +90]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +90]

Ron, Hermione, and Harry were extremely touched.

Hearing Darren say this, it was as if the fatigue of these past few days had disappeared.

“Yeah, but you and Hermione are more tired. Look at Hermione's big dark circles. It's so funny!”

Ron pointed at Hermione's face and laughed.

Darren opened his mouth.

Kid, you don't understand the emotions of ladies at all. I advise you to be careful in your next life!

Fortunately, Hermione was a sensible little witch and didn't beat Ron to death.

The Quidditch match was about to begin again.

At first, they were still discussing what they would do if they had a Sorcerer's Stone, but later, all that was left was Harry lamenting his impending doom.

On the day of the match.

Harry felt uncomfortable all over.

His two friends were comforting him, saying that everything would be fine. But the way they looked at him was as if they were watching him go to the battlefield.

Harry bitterly felt that they might as well not comfort him; he felt even worse.

The only thing that touched him was his brother, Darren. Darren had specially brought his wand.

He looked at Harry and said, “Brother, don't worry. If anyone really attacks you, I'll rush in front of Professor Snape and help him catch the bad guy!”

Darren said seriously.

Harry shook his head helplessly. He really wanted to say that the person who wanted to attack him was Snape!

The one he needed to guard against was Snape, not anyone else.

He was worried that Snape would grab Darren and threaten him if Darren ran to Snape.

But Darren never believed that Snape was a bad person, so he could only force a smile and say, “Brother believes you, but you just sit on the stands. Brother will be fine!”

Brother is afraid that you will deliver yourself into the enemy's hands.

As a little Saintly Father, Darren certainly wouldn't understand Harry's subtext, so he nodded happily at Harry.

Indicating that he would definitely believe that Harry would be fine.

Amidst Harry's forced happy expression, he returned to the Slytherin stands. But after sitting down on the stands, he noticed that Malfoy was sitting in the front row, excitedly talking to Crabbe and Goyle about something.

And the direction of their whispers was towards Hermione and Ron, who were sitting casually on this side.

No, perhaps it was Neville, who had followed Ron and Hermione over. Looking at Malfoy's expression, it seemed like he was going to teach Neville a lesson.

93

Chapter 93: Scenario Card!

[Ding, detecting a scenario where the Saintly Father System is being used near the host, a temporary mission is now being released:

Eavesdrop on Malfoy's conversation, and when Malfoy decides to attack Neville, smash your fist hard into his eye and say: Malfoy, I hate you more and more. You are simply an insidious villain!]

[Ding, after completing the mission, you will receive Magic +100. Do you want to accept the mission?]

Huh? There's a magic reward?

Darren only received a hundred magic points as a reward when he claimed the newbie gift pack before, and he hasn't received any magic rewards since then.

I didn't expect it to appear here.

[Accept!]

After clicking Accept, Darren quietly moved his position and sat behind Malfoy and his friends.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were talking about some insidious topic, laughing with ill intentions.

He leaned closer to listen.

“In a moment, I'll go up and provoke that Neville, and then he'll definitely become angry out of embarrassment.

When that time comes, I'll take out my wand and attack him. Remember to distract Darren Potter so he doesn't come over and join in the fun!”

“Okay, should we beat that little Potter up?”

Goyle asked excitedly.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, “If you can beat him, go ahead. Just don't come crying to me after you get beaten up!”

He was well aware of Darren Potter's combat power. If he angered him, he might be able to kill someone with one punch.

Goyle was frightened and shrank back, seemingly thinking of the scene where Darren beat him up.

Crabbe grinned wildly.

Darren curled his lips and rolled his eyes.

How could such a weak child like him be like a troll in the mouths of these three people?

It's too damaging to his image as a little Saintly Father.

No, he has to pay attention to connecting the dots when he throws the punch later.

If he gives others the impression that he's just a brute who only knows how to use his fists, he might ruin his character!

Darren secretly complained.

He watched as Malfoy began to mock Neville for being brainless and stupid.

Then, when Neville finally mustered up the courage to reply, he exaggeratedly pretended to be hurt and raised his wand.

“I'm going to teach you a good lesson today. You hurt me!”

Malfoy said excitedly, his wand aimed at Neville.

Obviously, he had already thought of how to bully Neville to feel comfortable. Why not give him a Leg-Locker Curse?

Let him fall flat on his face.

Wouldn't Longbottom be brought to tears if he fell face-first in front of so many people?

He laughed loudly, as if he had already seen that scene. Who knew that the next second, a fist would smash into his eye.

Malfoy screamed and covered his eye.

Tears streamed down his face.

He screamed, “Who is it? Who ambushed me?”

“It's me!”

Darren said coldly.

Malfoy was stunned; he almost exploded with anger.

Why is it that they're both brothers, but Harry Potter is protected by Darren, while he is bullied by Darren?

“Why did you hit me? Do you believe I'll tell my father?”