Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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They were much more comfortable wandering around the Gryffindor common room, where the fat lady of Gryffindor even knew Mrs. Weasley.

Because when Mrs. Weasley was in fourth grade, she once didn't get back to her dormitory until 4 a.m.

She gave me a good scolding back then.

Bill was stunned when he heard the news.

Mrs. Weasley shyly told them that she was outside with Mr. Weasley at the school at that time!

"The school administrator at the time was Apollon. He locked your father up, and he still has the mark on him!"

Mrs. Weasley chuckled. They then visited Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

The greenhouse was completely empty.

Darren seized the opportunity to ask in a low voice, "How is Percy?"

This is also a concern for Harry.

He quickly moved closer.

"He's very annoyed. Now many people think that it was a dereliction of duty of Percy not to realize Mr. Crouch's problem in a timely manner."

They also suspected that Percy might be using Crouch's illness to his own advantage.

There was so much mail at home that the owls were practically burying him.

"That's what Mrs. Weasley said."

Darren looked worried.

“I should write to the Ministry of Magic and let them know that Mr. Crouch is sometimes normal and sometimes strange, it’s not Percy’s problem.”

"No, you can't get involved in this. Arthur said that neither you nor Harry can get involved. This matter is not simple."

Besides, Percy is just under pressure; he won't actually do anything.

In any case, they had no evidence, only suspicion… so they could only prevent him from representing Mr. Crouch in this Triwizard Tournament, and Fudge came here to represent Mr. Crouch.”

At dinner time.

They were eating at the Gryffindor table.

Ron and his companions were utterly shocked.

"Mom, why are you here?"

And of course, Hermione.

She was a little embarrassed.

Because Mrs. Weasley's eyes were very serious.

However, after Darren tells Mrs. Weasley that the Daily Prophet is all fake and that Hermione is not that kind of person.

Mrs. Weasley returned to her previous mild demeanor.

She kindly served Hermione some food as an apology.

Dinner was quite plentiful.

It looks a bit like their last meal.

Darren forced himself to eat until he couldn't eat anymore before stopping.

He looked up at the professor's seat.

Fudge and Ludobagman sat together.

Ludobagman was quite pleased, while Fudge remained silent with a stern face.

Mrs. Maxim sat around them, her eyes slightly red, poking at the steak on her plate.

Hagrid was looking at her with concern.

It seems Hagrid understood Mrs. Maxim's thoughts.

He probably also understood why Madame Maxim was unwilling to acknowledge her lineage.

So the simp has come back online.

Just as Darren was getting a little bored, Dumbledore finally stood up.

He said with a smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I will lead you to watch the third event of the Triwizard Tournament."

Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Ludobagman to the field!

Darren stood up.

All the students at Hogwarts clapped enthusiastically.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students were still somewhat unconvinced by him, but after seeing their warriors, they could only helplessly admit that Darren was indeed stronger than their warriors.

Of course, they are stronger than themselves.

Almost no one thought Darren would lose this match.

Snape tapped his cup arrogantly, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

Fudge, who was standing next to him, congratulated him.

Harry looked extremely nervous.

As he pulled Darren along with Fleur and Krum out of the auditorium, he felt like his heart was about to leap out of his mouth.

Ludobagman probably sensed his nervousness, and he turned to him with a chuckle.

"Are you alright, Harry? I think you should be fine, after all, you have Darren... he definitely won't let you lose!"

Harry thought this was true and undeniably felt much more relaxed.

Darren rolled his eyes.

Harry might not have an easy time getting up tonight.

Of course, he couldn't act that way on the surface.

He looked excited and said he would definitely take good care of Harry.

This made Harry even less nervous.

He believes that Darren is the one who should be protected more.

He's always a bit silly.

Don't get scammed!

But Harry's nervousness returned when they stepped onto the Quidditch pitch.

Because the Quidditch stadium is no longer what it used to be.

It's fair to say that it's completely different from what they expected.

A twelve-foot wall surrounded everything.

There was a gap in front of them; this was the entrance to the maze.

The interior looked dark and gloomy.

"Once you're inside, the screen will be projected onto the entire stands so everyone can see your performance. Good luck!"

His words made Harry even more nervous.

Because he didn't want to be pinned to the ground by a Bombshell in front of Malfoy.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the stands.

Hundreds of students and their parents filed in.

Laughter and cheers rang out from all directions.

Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Moody hurried toward them.

Their hats were sparkling with stars.

"We will patrol the perimeter. If you encounter any danger, be sure to send out a distress signal."

I think you all need to send me a distress signal now, so I can see who among you still doesn't know how!

Professor McGonagall said sternly.

They could only send out a distress signal once each.

She nodded in satisfaction.

Then she looked at Darren.

“Be cautious, be careful… although I think the chances of it being life-threatening are very small,” she muttered, then took a step back.

"Alright, you guys go on patrol! I'll take care of them!"

"Ludobagman said cheerfully."

Hagrid could only wish Darren and Harry good luck, and then they both left.

Ludobagman tapped his throat with his wand and said, "Loud voice."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third event of this Triwizard Tournament is about to begin..."