Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

They ran out with difficulty, thinking they could leave smoothly.

Who knew that upon exiting, they would be met with a streak of green light.

Narcissa thought she was going to die.

She smiled wryly, thinking, it's good that I'm dying from a curse, rather than starving or falling to my death, that would be too embarrassing.

She closed her eyes and waited for death.

Who knew that the boy would once again stand in front of her.

She was shocked to discover that the boy, after taking a curse, could still carry her and continue to flee.

They ran through river after river, and finally, the boy carried her over a small railing.

Behind it was a water-eroded cave.

The boy pushed her inside, and she saw that the other end of the cave led to Hogsmeade.

She ran forward in surprise, knowing that this was a secret passage.

She could take revenge when she got back.

She could live!

That boy, she thought, she must bring him home and educate him properly, treat him like her own child, and teach him never to be so kind again.

Especially not to save people like her, Narcissa.

But when she turned her head to look, the boy had already fallen backward, lifelessly.

It was into a stream of water.

The boy's voice faintly echoed in the cave: "I'm okay, you keep going, it's okay now..."

Is it really okay?

Narcissa blankly turned her head.

Suddenly, she rushed back frantically.

It shouldn't be!

They had already run to the end, how could he collapse?

Such a small child, a child like Draco, who had protected her for so long, how could he be gone?

Chapter 96: This is taking an inch and wanting a mile!!

Narcissa's eyes were a little red.

She rubbed her temples hard.

She sat up with a wry smile, not expecting that she would dream of such a past event today.

Back then, after Lucius rescued her and she drank the antidote Snape gave her, she completely forgot what had happened those days.

Snape said that she didn't want to remember it herself.

At the time, she didn't pursue that memory anymore.

Who knew that after waking up from this sleep, she would actually remember everything.

Now her heart is still filled with deep sorrow.

She felt a little ridiculous.

She would actually be sad about such a small thing.

What feelings are there in the Black family?

It's all about benefits here.

Even her father only had cold, rigid education for her.

He demanded that she must maintain the family's honor and must marry a nobleman.

So she married Lucius and followed the Dark Lord, because only in this way could she become the person her father and mother expected her to be.

Even if the Dark Lord's ideas made her want to frown.

But it didn't matter, as long as she could become strong, what did ideas matter?

Weren't pure-bloods always superior?

And until that day, she suddenly understood what she had always longed for.

It was this kind of pure emotion.

That child didn't mention benefits from beginning to end, but staked his life on her.

Narcissa knew that Lucius probably truly loved her.

But his true love had a prerequisite, that she must be a pure-blood, and she must also believe in the Dark Lord with him.

Later, she felt that she only had Draco, little Draco relied on her wholeheartedly, trusted her wholeheartedly.

But Draco was taken away by Lucius to be raised, Draco began to become the same as Lucius, advocating pure-blood, advocating power.

One day she heard this child actually saying the word "benefit."

She was stunned in place for a long time and silently left that place.

Yes!

What else could she ask for?

Such a life, in the circle of noble ladies, was envied by many people, what was she not satisfied with?

Just like the pure emotion of that boy she yearned for, wasn't it also washed away by the rushing river?

Narcissa only allowed herself to be weak for a while, and then she proudly raised her chin again.

She, Narcissa, has no flaws.

Narcissa stood up and dressed herself as a noblewoman.

Perhaps she should meet a certain lady for afternoon tea today?

And at this time.

She found that the two-way mirror she gave Draco shook slightly.

Narcissa quickly picked up the two-way mirror.

No matter how dissatisfied she was with Draco becoming like Lucius, this was her son, her only child!

This child rarely contacted her when he was at school, could something have happened?

As soon as she opened the two-way mirror, Narcissa was stunned.

Draco, who had always been so lovely, had a patch of black and purple above his eyes, as if someone had given him a hard punch.

"Mom! Darren Potter hit me!"

Draco shouted loudly, showing off the mark above his eye, feeling particularly happy in his heart.

In the beginning, it wasn't like this, he added some paint on it...

"What's going on?"

Narcissa was heartbroken.

Someone actually hit her son?

Did they think that there was no one left in her Black family?

"It's Darren Potter from the school, he relied on being the famous Harry Potter's brother and hit me hard like this!"

Draco said maliciously.

Narcissa was silent for a moment.

She felt that the truth was definitely not what Draco said, but if someone hit her child like this, then they were looking down on the Black and Malfoy families.

She must bring Lucius to get justice for this child!

"Dobby, go and call Lucius over, tell him that his son was beaten, he won't swallow his anger, will he?"

"Yes..."

Dobby disappeared.

Afternoon. Dumbledore's office.

"Albus, I think this might just be a misunderstanding, if it's just a punch, and you want to expel Darren, I strongly disagree..."

Professor McGonagall rushed in from outside, panting.

A thin layer of anger appeared on her face.

Why did Dumbledore suddenly want to expel Darren?

That child was so kind, so likable, just because he punched Malfoy, he was going to be expelled?

If Neville hadn't been anxious to find her, wouldn't she have known that the child had been expelled?

"No, no, no, Minerva, you can rest for a while."

Dumbledore quickly said with a wry smile.

There were quite a few people standing in his office now.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Madam Hooch, Madam Pince... almost all the professors who had contact with Darren came.

Oh right, even Madam Pomfrey came to join in the fun.

And what led to all this was Darren, who looked incredibly well-behaved in front of him.

"Professor... I'm sorry..."

Darren quickly said with guilt.

He just wanted to radiate his saintly light at the time, who knew that Hermione would directly pull him to Dumbledore's office.

And invited all the professors she could think of.

Okay.

Except for Snape.

Look at this old virgin's pitiful popularity.

"Perhaps there should only be this many people..."

Dumbledore said with a wry smile.

He glanced at Darren, feeling a bit amused and helpless in his heart.