Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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He thought sadly, what's the use of this? It's completely useless.

It's no use. Darren is gone! Badley Baggton.

Harry followed Dumbledore past a telephone booth. Then they passed a church.

Just then, the midnight bells rang.

They passed by the houses quickly.

Finally, they stopped outside a house with a garden.

"My God!"

"Dumbledore exclaimed."

Because at this point, the door to the house had been forcibly removed and was thrown aside at a crooked angle.

Through the open doorway, it looked like the inside had been attacked. Harry's heart sank.

"Harry, get your wand out!"

Dumbledore said.

Then he went in first. Harry quickly followed.

Everything here was smashed. Even the clock was overturned.

There was some red, sticky stuff on the wallpaper that looked a lot like blood.

"Was he... dragged away?"

Harry asked softly.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.

Then he suddenly walked over to a short, stout chair. Then he stabbed it hard with his wand.

"...Good evening, Horace!"

The chair screamed.

A bald, fat old man appeared.

He squatted there, rubbing his stomach, tears welling in his eyes.

He said angrily, "You didn't need to use so much force!"

He stood up. He was only up to Dumbledore's chin.

Then he said angrily, "How did you get caught? I disguised myself very well!"

"Perhaps so. If Death Eaters had been here, then the Dark Mark would have appeared here."

The old man slapped his forehead hard.

"The Black Mark... It's too late. You came too fast. I had just adjusted my seat when you arrived..."

The old man said with frustration.

Harry had never seen such a shameless person.

Do you want me to help you tidy up?

"I can't help but ask," Dumbledore asked politely. The old man nodded shamelessly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Albus."

After they cleaned up the sticky dragon blood on the wall, the old man finally saw Harry.

He saw the scar on Harry's head.

"You, you are... Harry Potter! You think you can convince me with that? Dream on!"

The old man turned and stretched. Dumbledore wasn't angry.

"Come, sit down and have a cup of tea!"

Dumbledore laughed.

But Harry had a feeling that Dumbledore had placed him in a spot where the old man could see him with just a glance.

Sure enough, the old man saw Harry as soon as he started drinking his tea.

"What exactly do you want? Dumbledore, I'm old and useless. Trying to persuade me with Harry Potter won't work!"

Dumbledore chuckled softly, “Don’t forget, Harry has a younger brother who’s currently at St. Mungo’s. I think he’ll be out when school starts.”

The recipient of the Eleventh-Rank Medal of Merlin has developed the Squib-to-Wizard potion. My goodness, I have no idea what great contributions that kid will make in the future!

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Chapter 621 Darren's Reputation!!

Harry frowned as he looked at Dumbledore.

He disliked Dumbledore using Darren to seduce the old man. Darren was gone, his reputation...

He noticed that the old man's expression had become even more hesitant, as if he had grasped some precious treasure.

Therefore, Darren was indeed the decoy.

Harry thought sadly, "If the old man went to Hogwarts and found that Darren wasn't there, that he was dead... wouldn't the old man be angry?"

But he said nothing.

Because he had promised Dumbledore he would help.

Dumbledore was discussing something else with the old man at that moment.

“I believe that your intelligence and talent are very likely to be exploited by the Death Eaters…”

"That's right, so I've been hiding for the past year, and no one will find my location."

"But isn't this too much of a strain on an elderly person who wants to enjoy their retirement? If you go back to Hogwarts..."

“No, after Umbridge was expelled from Hogwarts, I heard some terrible rumors that Hogwarts was abusing professors, and you…”

The old man shivered.

"If you insist on rushing into the centaurs and yelling 'You bastards!' at them, I think no one can stop you from courting death!"

Dumbledore said helplessly.

The old man could hardly believe it.

"That's a stupid woman!"

Harry wanted to laugh. He smiled.

But after thinking about it again, he put away his smile.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up and said, "I need to use the restroom."

he's gone.

The old man stood up.

“I am Horace Slughorn, and I think I know why Dumbledore brought you here.”

You look a lot like your father, and your eyes are like your mother's. I still remember your mother; she was one of the most gifted students I've ever met.

Her fiery red hair and emerald green eyes made her a rare beauty… How I wished she were from my house, but she was never polite; she was Gryffindor.

"Which college are you from?"

Harry looked at Slughorn.

“Well, Slytherin, I was the head of Slytherin at the time.”

Slughorn said with a smile.

Harry said nostalgically, "Darren looked just like my mother, with his fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. He was very good at potions... He was sorted into Slytherin..."

Darren is great in every way. It's just that his assigned location is bad.

Slytherin did not allow him a single happy day.

"really?"

Slughorn suddenly perked up.

Then he pretended to be very reserved and said, "I'm not interested in him being in Slytherin, I'm just asking... I like gifted students."

Look at the gifts I have here; they were all given to me by my students every year…

"Can they find you now?"

Harry made a sarcastic remark.

Slughorn's face darkened.

"But I dare not go to Hogwarts, because that would mean I would be openly joining the Order of the Phoenix..."

"You're overthinking it. Many of the professors at Hogwarts didn't join the Order of the Phoenix, and Voldemort was most afraid of Dumbledore, wasn't he?"

Slughorn spun around in place several times. He seemed genuinely tempted.