Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100] Darren smiled...

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Chapter 592 Poisoning?!

Harry eventually suppressed the matter.

He would never tell anyone about this. But undeniably, he was filled with anger.

Of course, what happened in the afternoon somewhat lessened his anger.

That was on Umbridge's first afternoon as headmistress; she ran all over Hogwarts.

Because the fireworks reached every classroom.

While Harry and his friends were having their Transfiguration class, a flying saucer rushed into the classroom.

The flying saucer was covered in flames.

No one believed that Professor McGonagall couldn't simply wave her wand and take care of the guy.

But Professor McGonagall looked troubled.

She looked at a classmate and said, "Oh, Miss Brown, could you please go find our new principal? I can't handle such a terrifying UFO."

Apart from Professor McGonagall, the other professors also expressed how terrifying this firework was.

It seems that no one in the entire school, except for Umbridge, could handle this matter.

When Harry and his friends finished class, they passed Professor Flitwick's classroom. He was smiling as he saw Umbridge off, and said slyly, "Thank you so much, Headmaster Dolores... I could certainly handle this cannon, but I'm not sure if I have the authority."

Harry saw Umbridge, whose face was covered in soot, whose clothes were disheveled, whose steps were unsteady, and whose body was covered in sweat.

She limped out of the Charms classroom, looking as if she had aged ten years.

That evening.

Fred and George were hailed as heroes. Harry greatly admired their actions.

He even said he wanted to buy a whole bunch more from them, planning to throw them into Umbridge's school every day.

This infuriated Umbridge.

He'd be willing to empty his coffers for that.

However, Fred and George said they had used up all their stock.

"There are only two of us, so our delivery speed is definitely not fast, but Harry, you can pre-order for five Galleons and you can get a regular fireworks package."

Twenty-five Galleons is the deluxe package, and of course there's also the super package of one hundred Galleons…

"I want the most expensive one. If you throw it in for me, I'll pay extra!"

Harry angrily pulled out two hundred Galleons.

Fred and George had put Harry's name first in the reservation list. Hermione's expression darkened, perhaps noticing Harry's action. Harry interrupted her attempt to ask a question.

He said angrily, "Don't ask me, I don't want to say anything, but I just want her to live the worst life possible!"

"Is it related to Darren?"

Hermione suddenly asked. Harry didn't say a word.

Then he was stunned to see that Hermione had also booked a luxury package for Fred and George.

"You have no idea what's going on!"

"You don't want to say it, but I think it must be very serious. How dare she bully Darren... I feel ten points of rebellion!"

Hermione became cheerful.

Harry wanted to say that if you knew what Darren had gone through, you might want to kill him, rather than just feeling a little rebellious.

But he said nothing.

If this gets out, people will eventually mock Darren.

He was already having a hard time in Slytherin, and if rumors of him having an affair with Umbridge were to spread, he might commit suicide out of shame and indignation.

Thinking this way, Harry was even a little grateful that Umbridge had erased Darren's memories each time.

But he instinctively kicked the thought away. He told himself, Umbridge is a freak. A freak who has to be expelled from school!

Harry was furious, and Victor stayed up late into the night. Then he suddenly realized something. Tomorrow was another day of learning Occlumency.

And he not only didn't practice Occlumency, he also had an extra memory he didn't want Snape to know.

Before going to sleep, Harry racked his brains trying to clear his mind.

But it was all in vain. He had only been trying for a short while when he realized that his body was gradually falling.

He returned to that corridor. The Department of Mysteries, that mysterious door. He pushed it open.

He walked through rooms filled with strange machines, and then he came to a room filled with crystal balls.

He stretched out his hand.

He was jealous and desperate to grab one of them. It was his dream. But… bang!

"Look, another shelling attack. They haven't finished dealing with it yet!"

It was Seymour's voice.

He was standing by the window, pointing to the sky outside.

Everyone in the dormitory woke up. They rushed over and looked out the window.

Sure enough, there were many sparklers, flying saucers, and other toys playing around outside.

of course.

Then came Umbridge's scream. Harry laughed heartily.

The initial disappointment gradually turned into joy.

He was happy as long as he could make Umbridge angry!

He now wants to know Umbridge's acceptance speech after becoming the principal.

What a delightful day this is!

Overjoyed, Harry once again neglected to practice Occlumency.

It wasn't until his History of Magic class the next day that he finally felt the panic.

If Snape saw his practice progress, I wonder what disgusting things he would say to him!

Especially after Darren attacked Snape, Snape's feelings towards him seemed to worsen.

Harry didn't blame Darren, because he always thought Snape was a guy who deserved a beating.

And last time, he saw Snape's memory of poisoning potions... Although he couldn't be sure it was poison, his suspicions about Snape were growing deeper.

Harry felt both hatred and anger towards Snape, perhaps only slightly more so than he had just antagonized Umbridge yesterday.

Holding this thought in mind.

After school in the afternoon, Harry slowly made his way to Snape's office.

Before entering Snape's office, he caught a glimpse of Darren talking to Snape in a corner of his eye.

Darren had his back to him.

But judging from Snape's expression, their conversation was not pleasant.

He rushed over to help Darren, and then he heard Snape threaten, "I think you can feel it too, things are getting worse... and we still haven't found a cure, aren't you going to give in?"

Antidote?

Harry subconsciously thought of what Snape had put in a potion in his memory.

Is it really poison? Who was this poison intended for? Whom does Snape want to compromise? Darren?

Harry immediately perked up his ears, eager to hear.

But at that moment, Snape seemed to sense that someone was trying to eavesdrop. He shifted his body.

He looked at Darren and said, "Let's go back. I still need to teach Harry Occlumency!"

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Chapter 593 Counterattack!!

Harry's face was full of confusion.

But he can't ask yet.

He quickly and secretly ran away, and only entered Snape's office after Darren had disappeared down the corridor.

"Why are you so late? Didn't I tell you what time you were coming?"

Or perhaps the noble Harry Potter looks down on his Potions professor?

Snape said sarcastically.