Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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But she also had to admit that Potter, that little brat, loved to cause trouble.

The first week of school.

He simply left the Slytherin table with Harry Potter. She was completely stunned as she watched the little Potter leave.

Has Potter gone mad?

It wasn't Cassandra who stopped him! Doesn't he have any sense of propriety at all?

Becky frowned as she watched Potter's movements.

She believes that many people do this.

Because they all wanted to know what this guy, who was openly violating the school rules, was trying to do.

It turned out they were just chatting? Of course, they also talked about Potter's background.

Whether it's Harry Potter or Darren Potter.

When Becky heard the little boy say that he grew up in an orphanage, all she could think of was "so that's how it is."

Also.

This guy is so thin, it's normal for him to have grown up there.

She suddenly felt that Dumbledore was really useless, that she had actually abandoned him.

Then she was called away by the dean.

what?

Use the Cruciatus Curse on that little Potter brat! No way!

She couldn't possibly do that.

She couldn't bring herself to do it.

But while the dean said those words, the exaggerated things he dropped made her understand something.

The dean also likes that guy.

Yes, she had heard from others that the little brat had first-rate talent in potions, and the dean valued his talent, so there was no problem.

When she was administering the punishment, she almost burst out laughing at the bewildered and conflicted look on Potter's face.

That brat deserves some punishment.

Hmm, this screaming spell suits him quite well.

But after only ten minutes, she still felt sorry for him.

After everyone had left, she quickly helped him up.

Seeing his embarrassment and struggle as he tried to cover for her in front of Cassandra, Becky felt a surge of joy.

However, as she left the Slytherin common room, she saw Burstdle.

He just looked at her like that, making a joke.

It was clearly a joking expression, but Becky understood.

Burst was telling her that she either had to accept his threat and play along, or stay away from that little Potter brat.

It's not that no one saw through her tricks.

They just didn't want to expose it.

Or perhaps they are giving her a chance to correct her mistake.

correct.

Yes!

How could she get so close to that little Potter brat?

She was a sixteen-year-old witch; she wasn't a little kid like Cassandra, so she had to have self-control.

That.

Let's leave it at that!

Becky wasn't a child anymore; what love was there in the world? She turned and left.

A desolate figure from behind. This year.

She is very busy.

Busy studying, busy looking at job postings after graduation.

Until she rediscovered the little Potter cub.

It was at the end of the semester.

She was working too hard and needed to rest. Then she saw Dumbledore bring in the two Potters.

Potter was placed on the bed next to her.

She heard Mrs. Pomfrey's angry roar: "The Crucifixion! The Crucifixion that lasts for half an hour!"

Looking at Potter's pale, paper-white face.

Becky buried her face in the blanket.

After she peeked out again, Mrs. Pomfrey was still tending to the little Potter cub.

She poured bottle after bottle of potions into little Potter's mouth.

She sighed softly, one word at a time.

Finally, Mrs. Pomfrey finished her actions and went to rest.

Becky then got out of bed and slipped over to Potter's bedside.

She touched the little Potter's face with her finger.

It's icy cold.

Bloodless.

"Idiot, spending all your time adventuring with Harry Potter!"

Becky laughed and scolded.

After laughing, he fell silent.

What does all this have to do with her?

That little Potter brat has absolutely nothing to do with Greengrass!

She thought coldly.

She wanted to turn and leave, but in the end she looked back at him.

She lowered her head and gently touched his forehead with her lips.

"Be kind to yourself. Even Harry Potter isn't as miserable as you!"

……

Second-grader Potter had an even more troublesome year.

On the first day of school, I ended up in the school clinic because of a magical riot.

Becky watched from afar as everything began and ended.

She silently picked up her glass and clinked it with Burst's.

"Happy New Year!"

Becky, a seventh grader, is even busier.

The final year's exams will affect your future prospects.

She has to get a high score to pass.

And just as she was working hard.

She discovered that the little Potter had become, in other people's eyes, the heir to Slytherin.

That's a really funny joke.

Would Slytherin choose someone like this as their successor?

However, the series of petrochemical incidents still drew her attention.

Especially after hearing that Colin from Gryffindor was petrified after watching Harry Potter, she felt a deep sense of worry.

So she went to the dean.

When they arrived, they found Cassandra there.

She stopped at the door of the dean's office.

Sigh.

What right does she have to ask that?

Besides, Potter just went out to calm down.