Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

They ran out with difficulty, thinking they could leave safely.

But when she went outside, she was met with a beam of green light. Narcissa thought she was going to die.

She smiled bitterly, thinking that it was a good thing she died under the curse, rather than starving to death or falling to her death, which would have been too shameful.

She closed her eyes and waited for death.

To his surprise, it was that same boy who stood in his way again.

She was shocked to discover that even after the boy was under a spell, he was still able to carry her and continue running forward.

They ran across river after river, and finally, the boy helped her climb over a small railing.

Behind that is a water-eroded cave.

The boy pushed her inside, and she saw Hogsmeade at the other end of the cave. She ran forward with delight, knowing it was a secret passage.

She can get revenge when she gets back. She can survive!

She thought to herself that she must take the boy home and educate him properly, treating him like her own child, and teaching him that he must never be so kind again.

Especially, do not save people like Narcissa.

But by the time she turned around, the boy had already fallen silently backward.

It was a stream of water.

The boy's voice faintly echoed in the cave: "I'm fine, keep going, everything's alright now..."

Are you alright?

Narcissa turned around blankly.

Suddenly, she rushed over frantically. This shouldn't be happening!

They had already run to the very end, so why did they collapse?

How could such a small child, a child like Draco, a child who protected her for so long, be gone?

96

Chapter Ninety-Six: This is pushing your luck!

Narcissa's eyes were a little red.

She rubbed her temples vigorously.

He sat up with a wry smile, never expecting that he would dream of such a past event today.

After being rescued by Lucius and drinking the antidote Snape gave her, she completely forgot what had happened those days.

Snape said she didn't want to remember.

She stopped pursuing that memory at the time.

Who knew that after waking up from her nap, she would remember everything. Her heart is still filled with deep sorrow.

She felt a little ridiculous.

She actually got upset over such a small thing. What feelings are there in the Black family? It's all about interests.

Even her father only gave her cold, rigid education. He demanded that she uphold the family's honor and marry into a noble family.

So she married Lucius and followed the Dark Lord, because only in this way could she become the person her father and mother hoped for.

Even though the Dark Lord's ideology made her want to frown.

But it doesn't matter. What does ideology matter as long as we can become powerful? Haven't purebloods always been high and mighty?

But on that day, she suddenly understood what she had always longed for.

It's this kind of pure emotion.

The child never mentioned any personal gain, yet he risked his life for her.

Narcissa knew that Lucius might truly love her.

However, his true love comes with a condition: she must be a pureblood and also worship the Dark Lord with him.

She later realized that Draco was all she had left; little Draco depended on her wholeheartedly and trusted her completely.

However, Draco was taken away by Lucius for upbringing, and he began to become like Lucius, advocating purebloods and strength.

One day, she overheard the child using the word "profit" again.

She stood there stunned for a long time, then silently left the place. Yes!

What more could she ask for?

Such a life was the envy of many in the circle of aristocratic ladies. What could she possibly be dissatisfied with?

Just like the pure feelings of the boy she longed for, weren't they also swept away by the rushing river?

Narcissa only allowed herself to be weak for a moment before she proudly raised her chin again.

She, Narcissa, had no flaws.

Narcissa stood up, dressing herself up like a lady of leisure. Perhaps she should arrange to meet a certain lady for afternoon tea today? And so it happened.

She noticed the two-way mirror she had given Draco tremble. Narcissa quickly picked it up.

No matter how unhappy she was that Draco had become like Lucius, he was still her son, her only child!

The child rarely contacted her at school. Could something have happened? Narcissa was stunned when she opened the two-way mirror.

Draco, who was always so adorable, suddenly had a dark purple patch over his eyes, as if he had been punched hard by someone.

"Mom! Darren Porter hit me!"

Draco shouted, showing off the mark on his eye, feeling particularly pleased.

It wasn't like this at first; he added some paint to it...

"what happened?"

Narcissa was heartbroken.

Someone actually hit her son?

Does she think she has no one else in Blake's family?

"It was Darren Potter from the academy! He beat me up like that just because he's the brother of the famous Harry Potter!"

"Draco said maliciously." Narcissa paused for a moment.

She felt that the truth was certainly not as Draco said, but for someone to hit her child like that was to show contempt for the Black and Malfoy families.

She was determined to get justice for the child with Lucius!

"Dobby, go and call Lucius over. Tell him his son was beaten. He won't just sit idly by, will he?"

"yes………"

Dobby has disappeared.

Afternoon. Dumbledore's office.

“Albus, I think this might just be a misunderstanding. If you're going to fire Darren just because of one punch, I absolutely disagree…”

Professor McGonagall burst in, panting. A hint of anger flickered across her face.

Why is Dumbledore suddenly going to fire Darren?

That kid is so kind and likable, is he going to be expelled just because he punched Malfoy?

If Neville hadn't been in a hurry to find her, would she have been unaware that the child had been expelled?

"No, no, no, Minerva, you can take a rest now."

Dumbledore quickly said with a wry smile.

There are quite a few people standing in his office now.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Mrs. Hodge, Mrs. Pince… almost every professor who had ever met Darren was there.

Oh, and even Mrs. Pomfrey joined in the fun.

And the cause of all this is Darren, who looks incredibly well-behaved.

"Professor...I'm sorry..."

Darren quickly said apologetically.

He was just trying to radiate his saintly aura when Hermione dragged him straight to Dumbledore's office.

And she invited every professor she could think of. Okay.

Except for Snape.

Look at this old virgin's pitiful lack of popularity.

"Perhaps there are only this many people left..."

Dumbledore said with a wry smile.

He glanced at Darren, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation.