Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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Could he have some unique taste?

I feel like my head is about to explode.

Why can't I be a little smarter? Because of this kind of guessing.

I've been secretly following Darren Porter for several days.

Pay close attention to whether he likes Harry Potter.

But I quickly realized that he probably didn't like Harry Potter. When you like someone, you're more willing to have physical contact with them.

I noticed he was closer to Hermione.

He subtly showcased his wit to Hermione.

Ok.

This should be a transmigrator with a normal sexual orientation.

So what exactly does he want to do?

Seriously, isn't he afraid that Dumbledore might see through something? Could it be that his cheat code helps with Occlumency?

For example, a god-level brain-closing technique? Indeed, it's quite possible.

After all, his appearance was so miraculous that Dumbledore would probably use Legilimency on him.

Since he was able to use Legilimency through Dumbledore, he must have Occlumency.

Thinking about it that way, he really doesn't need to worry.

If Dumbledore wanted to know what he was thinking, the only options were Legilimency or Truth Potion. With his cheat-like abilities, he would definitely have an easy time getting through the game.

Tired.

I'm jealous again! Why don't I have any cheat codes?

My current Occlumency is absolutely impossible for Dumbledore and Snape to detect, so I keep my distance from them, afraid they will notice.

As a result, Darren got it comfortably without any effort, and I felt like I ate a really sour lemon.

Forget it.

Mind your own business.

Exams are coming up soon, and that's what I'm worried about right now.

I must keep my grades below average; I can't let anyone find out anything about me.

I absolutely cannot let anyone notice me.

As for the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts, that has absolutely nothing to do with me.

That's all about the main characters and Darren. What could a foolish girl like me do?

After revising and correcting some of the correct answers, the exam finally ended.

Hannah and I lay on the lawn outside the castle, and I stared blankly at the white clouds in the sky.

Darren and the others were also sunbathing under a big tree. Suddenly, I saw Harry Potter leap up.

I know the story has started again.

Hannah's voice came from beside her: "Polly, what do you think Harry Potter is doing with my Dada again?"

Can't my Dada just rest properly? This is practically bullying him.

Harry Potter did this just to see my Dada…

Hannah grumbled angrily.

I curled the corners of my lips into a smile.

He would occasionally respond, his mind drifting back to the original Harry Potter books.

Darren Porter, may you be well!

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Chapter 801 Extra Chapter—I Can't Do It!!

"He's been cursed with the Crucifixion, Polly, he's been cursed with the Crucifixion!"

Hannah threw herself into my arms, screaming.

My body was trembling.

I hugged her back.

He asked, feigning ignorance, "Who's been cursed with the Cruciatus Curse?"

Actually, I didn't even need to ask; I already knew that what terrified Hannah so much was Darren Porter.

Isn't he the protagonist of a fanfiction? How could he be targeted by the Cruciatus Curse?

As I expected, Hannah screamed, "It's Darren! He's been cursed with the Cruciatus Curse! I heard it from Madam Pomfrey. I went to the school infirmary... I called him, but he wouldn't wake up. Will he never wake up again?"

"How could that be? Dumbledore is here!"

I said, pretending to be relieved.

Actually, my tears had already fallen.

I held Hannah tightly in my arms.

I'm terrified of the future.

Hannah didn't let go of me.

She held me very tightly, her voice was very sharp, and her eyes were very moist as she touched my shoulder.

I didn't dare to comfort her.

Because I know this will be the norm.

Unless Darren Porter has a system that grants him unparalleled power or some kind of cheat code, he'll have to constantly get injured and end up in the school infirmary just to maintain the plot. I thought to myself, trembling, "Thank goodness, I don't have a cheat code, and I'm not the protagonist."

My plan was right; I was indeed destined not to rise to the top.

Even those with cheat-like abilities are suffering so much, let alone me! This world is definitely not a fairy tale.

Darren Porter was in a coma for a long time.

Hannah would drag me along every morning and afternoon to secretly visit him at the school clinic.

He lay pale on the hospital bed, his bright green eyes remaining closed.

Her lips, which should have been rosy, were now pale and bloodless. We could also hear Madam Pomfrey and Snape arguing.

Snape insisted that Madam Pomfrey use his potion.

Mrs. Pomfrey believed that she was the doctor.

But Snape insisted that Madam Pomfrey's potion-making skills were inadequate.

This infuriated Mrs. Pomfrey.

She almost got into a physical fight with Snape.

Fortunately, they noticed our presence, otherwise a fight would have broken out.

But Mrs. Pomfrey was still not very kind to us.

She told us not to come so frequently.

“He brings candy every time he comes. Do you think he could eat it all in seven years? I’ve used up several cabinets to store your candy!”

Mrs. Pomfrey said angrily.

But her hand, as she bent down to wipe Darren's forehead, was still gentle.

"Honestly, he keeps ending up in the school clinic!"

I heard her mutter as she left.

Hannah, standing beside him, blinked her big, watery eyes at Darren Porter.

I quickly pulled her away.

"Let's go..."

I pulled Hannah along.

His gaze swept over Darren Porter.

Even lying on the hospital bed, pale and bloodless, the child was still so beautiful, almost as if he were glowing.

It's heartbreaking to see. So tragic! I couldn't help but think, my body trembling. I'm such a coward.

We can only rely on him.

Darren Porter woke up before the dinner party, but by the time he arrived, the party had already begun.

We were still eating when we saw him walk in with light steps.

He tilted his head, looking so adorable it made people scream.