Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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There is absolutely no room for maneuver.

The banquet ended like this.

Darren followed Cassandra and the others outside.

He was starting to feel sleepy.

At this time of day, he would normally be back in his dorm sleeping.

But tonight, he could only listen to Dumbledore's long-winded discourse.

He was saying things he already knew.

As Darren reached the door, he saw Karkaroff and the others approaching...

He moved aside.

Then Karkarov saw him.

He frowned, and finally said, "Darren, Darren Porter?"

Darren raised an eyebrow.

Shouldn't this guy know Harry? How does he know him?

“I’ve seen your photo globe, I know you’re Harry Potter’s brother…” Karkaroff said somewhat angrily.

Darren pursed his lips.

He didn't want to talk to this Death Eater who was destined to be unlucky.

However, a voice came from behind him.

"Kakarov, I advise you to get out of here right now!"

It's Moody's voice.

His expression was extremely angry.

Karkarov took a step back in alarm, as if he had seen some terrifying animal.

Misfortune never comes singly.

As he stepped back, he stepped on Harry's foot.

When he instinctively apologized, he noticed the scar on Harry's head.

"You, you're Harry Potter!"

Harry scratched his head.

He sighed helplessly at Darren.

He clearly felt that there was now another person looking at his scars.

"Hurry up, kids, don't get stuck here!"

Professor McGonagall said loudly.

Darren nodded obediently and quickly walked out of the castle gate.

He yawned loudly.

I'm so sleepy.

the next morning.

Darren had just arrived at the auditorium.

Then Fred and George came over mysteriously.

"Darren, what do you think of this anti-aging agent? Malfoy sold it to us; they said it's their family's secret formula, and we paid a hefty price for it!"

They said loudly.

They didn't care at all what would happen if Dumbledore found out about this.

Darren took it and smelled it.

"It's a bit better than what's on the market, but I don't think aging products can fool that line."

Darren's sincere advice.

Fred and George were still persistent.

They just wanted to give it a try.

"We can't just waste the money we would have spent on anti-aging products, can we?"

"Exactly, what if it succeeds? If it doesn't, the worst that can happen is confinement."

They both spoke excitedly. Darren stopped trying to dissuade them.

He stood beside them.

They claimed to be worried about them, but actually they were just waiting to see what would happen.

In the original story, they were transformed into two old men with white beards!

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Sure enough, after Fred and George drank the aging potion, they immediately headed towards that line.

Then, they were thrown out as if by an athlete.

Darren grabbed them, one in each hand.

They watched helplessly as identical long beards sprouted on their faces.

“I reminded you… I suggested you go find Mrs. Pomfrey; she’s already taking care of several students like you.”

Dumbledore's beard trembled with laughter.

Then he looked at Darren and said, "Oh, Darren, don't worry, it's just a little magic. They need to be taught a lesson."

Darren then put Fred and George down, feeling embarrassed.

Neither of them was angry.

Instead, they smiled and admired each other's beards, and even wanted to make a toy based on them.

After a meal.

Darren was dragged by Harry and the others to Hagrid's place.

Darren also wanted to know what happened to those tasseled snails.

So he went out in the cold wind.

Hagrid's outfit today is very unusual.

He was wearing a furry brown suit with a yellow and orange tie.

Darren has no comment on the clothes.

But Hagrid's aesthetic sense is really...

He probably wanted to use hair oil to comb his hair back.

But his hair was too messy, so he couldn't do it at all.

He might have wanted to braid his hair, but he had too much hair and it was all different lengths, so the braid would have looked messy.

His appearance shocked Darren and the other two.

However, none of the three of them could come up with a new way to give Hagrid a different look.

Because Hagrid was never good-looking to begin with.

No matter how many times he changes his look, it's no use.

So they could only pretend they didn't see it.

Hermione thought for a long time before finally asking, "How are those Blasttails doing?"

She had intended to be tactful when she arrived, but Hagrid's attire clearly made her forget about being tactful.

“In the pumpkin patch outside, they grew very large, but they also began to kill each other.”

Hagrid was deeply worried.

Darren, with his sharp eyes, noticed the tadpoles tearing at and devouring each other, and he thought of the Anaconda disaster.

really.

Everything Hagrid raised changed. He really wanted to take out his wand and kill those Blasttails.

Unfortunately, he was a little saint.

He could only suppress his nausea.

Of course, Hermione was also partly to blame.

Because Hermione finally produced her vomiting medal.