Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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I was utterly speechless.

Okay, so this guy is trying to be a good person while also picking up girls on the side.

Really...

To be honest, I used to think he was a gigolo system, and that there was nothing wrong with him picking up girls.

Now that I've figured out he's a good guy, seeing him flirting with girls, and even having several targets, I can only secretly mutter "little scumbag" to myself.

As expected, the protagonist of a fanfiction, once transmigrated, becomes an unruly factory worker!

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Chapter 809 Extra Chapter—He's a Good Person!!

Lockhart is in trouble.

He fell while going down the stairs because of his improper posture.

I was right next to him at the time.

Lockhart was badly hurt when he fell.

I let out a scream, but did nothing, watching Professor Lockhart fall all the way down the upper floor.

what can I do?

I'm just such a clumsy girl, nobody even notices me! Thinking about these memories, I happily finished my dinner and walked towards the common room.

Hannah wasn't feeling well today, so she went to the school clinic to get some medicine.

I'm all alone now.

It's getting late because we ate a lot.

I think I should go back as soon as possible.

But as I walked, I realized something was wrong.

The corridor was quiet, without any sound except for one chilling sound.

I immediately closed my eyes.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

I didn't even dare to move, afraid that the basilisk would stop staring at me and just eat me up.

Just as I was panicking, I heard footsteps.

"Which college are you from, and what are you doing here?"

With my eyes closed, I couldn't recognize who he was. I could only say instinctively, "My eyes hurt a little, but they'll be fine in a bit."

The voice seemed to believe what I said.

He kept walking.

I heard that chilling voice seem to have left with him.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I can't understand snake language, if you listen carefully, you can tell that the snake's voice is still there.

I clenched my fingers, wondering what I should do now.

After all, even if the basilisk ran away with that student, it doesn't mean it won't turn around and launch a counterattack.

What's most infuriating is that the direction the basilisk followed that student was the only way I could get to Hufflepuff.

I'm so scared.

I want to talk to a professor, but I don't even have a reason to do so.

Besides, what good would it do me to tell the professor?

I suspect Dumbledore knew very well that there was a basilisk at Hogwarts.

Even if he didn't know exactly what kind of animal it was, he knew it was an animal capable of killing.

Why didn't he take action? Because the basilisk moves through pipes.

It moves incredibly fast; if Dumbledore wanted to find it, he'd have to blow up Hogwarts.

Even if Hogwarts were blown up, it might not be possible to find it.

In addition, there is a secret room.

He indeed couldn't possibly find the secret room.

So even if I told them it was a snake monster, it wouldn't help, and it might even make them notice me.

I must remain calm.

I thought to myself, trembling.

Just as I was filled with fear, I heard the sound of footsteps.

When he walked up to me, he patted my hand.

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

He continued walking forward.

That sentence I just said felt like a hallucination.

I opened my eyes.

Looking at his back, it was indeed Darren Porter.

My trembling body stopped.

A sense of strength welled up within me.

I saw him quicken his pace, as if he were running past, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Instead of running after him, she slowed down.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Peeves yell that Potter had killed someone.

Then I pretended to panic and ran over. I knew I wouldn't be in danger.

I ran up to him.

At this moment, only Darren and Justin, who was petrified behind him, were present.

And of course, there's also the loud and boisterous Mischievous Ghost.

After I ran over, other classmates gradually arrived.

I quickly pretended to be stunned and stupidly exclaimed, "Petrified! Oh my god, who did this?!"

I made a stupid sound, but no one criticized me.

They must all feel sorry for Darren, right?

After all, he looked dazed, sitting blankly on the ground with a pale face, as if he had suffered a great blow.

I want to laugh.

But even when I was laughing, tears kept streaming down my face.

night.

Hannah was stunned when she learned what had happened to me.

“You were on that road at the time. If Darren hadn’t been there, you might have been petrified too!”

The words say so.

But ordinary people don't usually think, "If Justin hadn't been petrified, would I have been the victim?"

Ok!

Hannah's idol is Darren.

She only tries to find ways to say nice things to Darren.

I understand what she's thinking.

So I went along with her and thanked Darren. My gratitude was genuine.

Because he really saved me.

He didn't ask anything of me, yet he saved me like that.

My tears welled up again...

I don't know why, I just want to cry.

Christmas is here.

I sent Darren all the Galleons I had saved up over the years, as well as all the good medicinal herbs I had collected.

I used what I had left to express my gratitude to him.

On Christmas morning, I was the first to receive Darren's gift.