Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

Next time, this little brat might not be so lucky.

"Alright, now tell me why you're here!"

What's this little brat doing here?

The office of a former Death Eater. How dare Harry Potter's brother come here? Isn't he afraid of dying?

"Professor, today is my day of confinement..."

Darren said hesitantly.

Snape was stunned.

His cold eyes suddenly looked somewhat comical.

Darren almost burst out laughing.

But in order to avoid being given Avada Kedavra by Snape, she lowered her head, pretended to be obedient, and waited for Snape's answer.

"Yes, yes, today is your day of confinement, so... go and take out your textbooks to study, or have you finished copying the college rules?!"

"Snape said, enraged."

Darren suppressed a laugh.

He took out his parchment, ready to copy the school rules here.

Poor Snape, didn't he ever consider that during solitary confinement, he should be punished, not made to do homework here...?

Darren hadn't written a single word of the school rules before reading them a hundred times.

If he hadn't suddenly remembered it today, he probably wouldn't have remembered it until Snape asked him for it.

Professor Snape will then walk up to him with a stack of house rules copied down by the other Slytherin students.

He gestured for him to hand over the department rules, and then he said awkwardly, "Professor, I forgot about that scene; I'm afraid it will ruin my image."

Slytherin has few house rules.

There are about thirty entries.

Every point they make is about maintaining a good image, preserving honor, and the importance of unity, even if it's just an act.

Darren has almost memorized what he copied.

After copying almost everything, Darren realized it was already late at night.

He turned around and found Snape sitting in his office chair looking at him, and although he was looking at him, his eyes were unfocused.

Okay, he's looking at his Lily.

Darren was speechless and made a comment.

I even wanted to roll my eyes.

Darren's actions finally brought Snape back to his senses.

"Finished writing? Let me see it."

Darren pursed his lips and handed over his stack of house rules to Snape.

Because he was worried that his handwriting was changing too quickly and Snape would think that someone else was impersonating him after drinking Polyjuice Potion, Darren used his old handwriting instead.

Well, it's also a series of nested circles, just not very well nested.

Snape frowned deeply when he saw the words on it.

He pushed the parchments away, saying with some disdain, "Darren Porter, shouldn't you practice your handwriting?"

"Yes…"

He nodded reluctantly.

Is this handwriting really that bad?

He really thinks it's alright, isn't it?

"Your handwriting is like a person's face. When I first saw your handwriting, I thought it was written by some reckless lion from Gryffindor!"

Snape continued his taunts.

After counting the school rules that Darren had copied to make sure there were no problems, he tapped the table with his wand.

A plate of food appeared on the table, which looked like the food Darren often ate at the table.

"Eat quickly, then get out of here... and go to sleep!"

"Snape said impatiently."

He then took out a pile of homework and placed it in front of him, quickly grading it.

"Come early tomorrow and leave early. If you stay up so late, the famous Harry Potter will say I'm abusing you, you hear me?"

"Oh one."

74

Chapter 74 It's all the same who you're the son of!

Darren walked out of Snape's office speechlessly.

He noticed that Snape was speaking to him in a tone that was increasingly similar to how he would speak to his son.

And he still couldn't correct him.

Oh well, it doesn't matter who I'm a son to.

He checked the time; it was already late at night.

Hmm, it seems I missed Harry and Malfoy's duel.

However, he still decided to go and take a look.

When he climbed to the fourth floor of the castle, he suddenly heard the sound of running.

"It's Darren!"

"Oh my god, Darren, what are you doing here too!"

"Hmm, Filch is coming soon!"

"Mischievous Ghost is coming!"

"Darren, hurry up and catch up!"

Before Darren could even greet Harry and the others, Harry grabbed his clothes and pulled him forward.

Darren, who was being held back by Harry, had no choice but to obediently follow them forward, as is his character, and then he crashed solidly into a door.

"It's over, we're dead!"

Ron shouted.

There was a solid door in front of them, blocking their way.

"This seems to be..."

Darren hesitated before she spoke, then saw Hermione pointing her wand at the door and saying, "Alohove open!"

The door opened immediately, and no one cared what Darren wanted to say. They shoved him inside, and everyone held their breath, peering through the crack in the door.

"Where did they go, Mischievous Ghost?"

Filch asked angrily.

"You have to say 'please' before I tell you!"

"It's all over the place," said the mischievous imp, hopping around on its hooves.

"I said…"

Darren was listening when he suddenly felt someone poking him from the side. He turned around and saw Neville.

Then look behind Neville.

Hey!

A huge dog that looked like a monster had its head almost touching the ceiling.

It has three heads, each with a pair of eyes that look malicious.

Its saliva was dripping onto everyone.

hiss!

[System, transfer 20 talent points to me, put them all into the Animal Affinity talent.]

[Ding, conversion successful]

As the system's voice faded, Darren suddenly felt that the three-headed dog in front of him looked much more approachable. Perhaps it was because Darren seemed more pleasing to the eye than before, the three-headed dog gently moved its head closer to Darren.

Darren was relieved.

Then he suddenly shoved Neville and Harry aside and yelled, "Run! Run!"

“Darren! Filch…”