Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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But then a thought suddenly popped into my head. Maybe I should just give up?

"Don't come tomorrow..."

No sooner had Umbridge finished speaking than Darren raised his wand.

Her face was filled with terror, and she blurted out instinctively, "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

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Chapter 584 Who's in trouble this time?!

Darren shook his head.

"It seems I haven't forgotten completely enough; complete forgetting is the ultimate emptiness!"

Before Umbridge forgot, despair was written all over her face.

Clearly, she had guessed how she felt before she was forgotten.

But after she forgot, her arrogant smile returned to her face.

She looked at Darren and said, "Let's continue tomorrow!"

Darren nodded, his face pale. Umbridge instinctively wanted to laugh.

But she shivered violently. Something felt off.

Darren naturally dared not linger.

He strode out quickly, giving Umbridge no chance to back out. But when he went outside, he saw Harry and Hermione. They were looking at him with worried expressions.

Darren quickly reassured him, "It's alright, look at me, I'm not hurt at all."

But Harry and his friends couldn't laugh at all, and they couldn't feel at ease either.

"How could something not happen when it tormented you from six o'clock until midnight?"

"Darren, do you remember what kind of torture she inflicted on you?"

Harry clenched his fist and asked.

Darren thought of many spells, some of which Voldemort had given him when he was a first-year student.

The other one, of course, was the spell he came up with himself.

For hours, Umbridge's screams echoed through the office; even the Oblivion Charm couldn't dispel her fear.

Even Darren's magic was almost depleted. It was clearly terrifying.

However, Darren didn't intend to tell Harry and the others any of this.

So he said softly, "It's just copying things, the same punishment my brother received..."

He said that, but none of Harry and the others believed him. Just copying things?

If it was just copying things, would Umbridge have kept Darren locked up until now? And could using that strange quill pen have made Darren so tired?

But since Darren didn't say anything, they naturally didn't get any information. Hermione sighed.

She took out a bottle of the Water of Death and Resurrection and said, "Professor Snape gave this to me and asked me to give it to you. He said he wanted you to have a good night's sleep. I think he might be trying to curry favor with you?"

Darren stared silently at the bottle of the potion of life and death. After a long while, he nodded, making the necessary gesture. ...

Harry and the others watched Darren's retreating figure, their faces showing a mixture of confusion and worry.

"I don't know why, but Darren seems to have become even stranger after Hermione gave him that potion."

Ron asked, puzzled.

Harry retorted, "Of course you'd be unhappy if your enemy sent you something."

"But according to Snape, they clearly weren't enemies. Professor Snape said he just disagreed with Darren!"

Hermione frowned as she spoke.

She's a little worried that giving Darren the potion might make him even more upset.

Perhaps she should use the words Snape had taught her to tell Darren that they got it from Mrs. Pomfrey's infirmary.

That way, Darren might drink it. Unfortunately, she really didn't want to lie to Darren.

He was unwilling to lie to Darren for Snape's sake.

"No matter what, we should go back to sleep now, otherwise we won't be able to get in if Madam Fat runs away."

Ron concluded.

They returned to the Gryffindor common room.

There are still many people in the Gryffindor common room.

Fred and George enlarged Darren and Harry's portraits and hung them on the wall, making them shout that Umbridge was a piece of trash and the Ministry of Magic was a bunch of idiots.

This made Harry want to laugh. But Hermione disagreed.

She said to Fred and George, "Darren obviously wouldn't say something like that, and it's very strange."

Fred and George had no choice but to remove Darren's image. Harry then realized that only his own image was left shouting those things. He started to get bored too.

He declined some people who wanted to ask him for more details, and then returned to the dormitory with Ron.

While lying in bed, he kept trying to clear his mind, but he kept seeing Darren staring blankly at the potion Snape had them send to him.

How did Darren and Snape end up like this? Harry suddenly asked himself this question.

But as soon as he thought about Snape's past, his scars suddenly started to ache.

He held back from crying out.

Then, he found that the situation had changed.

He stood in a room with curtains drawn and only candles burning. A man knelt before him.

So, does this mean my plan failed?

Harry felt a surge of anger.

"I was tricked, wasn't I?"

"I'm sorry, Master..."

The man in front of him spoke tremblingly.

“I don’t blame you, Lukwood! At least you brought news… Voldemort thanks you… Go, go and call Avery over…”

Harry felt himself moving toward the mirror. Then he saw himself.

A face paler than a skull, with snake-like red eyes...

"what!"

Harry was startled awake by himself.

"Don't move around, or you might fall..."

It was Ron's voice.

He helped Harry up, and Harry was then able to sit up.

Then he realized he almost fell off the bed.

"Who got into trouble this time?"

Ron looked at him with concern.

Harry said, panting, "Nobody's hurt. Voldemort is furious."

He received the wrong information from Avery, but Lukwood brought him back on the right track…

"We must tell Dumbledore about this!"

Ron quickly said.

But Harry shook his head and said silently, "I can't tell Dumbledore because I'm currently learning Occlumency and shouldn't know these things. If I do, I'll only get a scolding!"

His words shut Ron up. Ron went back to sleep.

Harry could only grit his teeth and endure the pain of his scars all night long.

He knew perfectly well that the man named Avery should be being punished at this moment.

Voldemort's rage has not subsided to this day.

The next day, Harry told Darren and Hermione about it. But Hermione told him not to dream about these things anymore.

Because Dumbledore was clearly not letting Harry continue looking at these things. He needed to shut down his mind properly.

Harry was furious about this statement.

Of course, he also understood that the reason he was angry was simply because he still couldn't master the Occupy Central technique.

He felt he might have absolutely no talent for Occlumency. This caused him to feel intense anger whenever the topic came up…

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