Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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"Put your hands on your boots, quick, it's almost time!"

Mr. Wesley exclaimed.

Darren placed his hand on it with a hint of disdain.

Almost the next second, he felt his stomach being pulled forward and flying.

He could also feel Hermione and Ginny's shoulders brushing against him, and hear Ron's scream.

Finally, they stopped.

Their feet were on the ground.

"5:06, from Bai Rong Mountain!"

A mechanical voice said.

Darren turned around and saw a particularly gloomy and foggy swamp.

Two wizards stood behind them.

The sound was made by them.

Their faces were somber and weary.

Mr. Westlake went up to greet them.

They gave a few perfunctory words, informing Mr. Wesley and the location of the Diggory family camp.

Tell them to leave quickly.

The two camps were quite a distance apart, and the Diggory father and son immediately used this as an excuse to leave first.

"Senior Diggory is so polite!"

Darren exclaimed in admiration.

Hermione pouted.

"Have you forgotten that his father always compares him to you?"

"But that's his father, and Diggory's father did that because of Ecedric."

If it were me, I wouldn't give Luo Shang the chance to praise my brother!

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"I'll praise Darren too!"

Harry said, moved.

But nobody paid any attention to him anymore.

Everyone was looking at the scene ahead. There was a door and a stone house.

Behind the stone house were hundreds of tents.

These tents are colorful and come in all shapes and sizes, making them a feast for the eyes.

There was a Muggle in front of the stone house.

This was clearly a real Muggle. He had a name tag hanging on his chest.

It says "Mr. Roberts" on it.

Mr. Roberts was writing something down in a notebook.

Then, looking at Mr. West, he asked, "Name?"

"Arthur Weasley!"

"Okay, I see you ordered two tents, now you need to pay."

"Ok."

Mr. Wesley quickly took out a lot of Muggle coins.

He looked at Darren, clearly not knowing how to use it.

Darren took it, counted the money, and handed it to Mr. Roberts.

Roberts breathed a sigh of relief.

He complained a bit, "Obviously you guys are normal people. These past two days, a lot of strange guys have come, and they keep stuffing me with weird gold coins."

At this point, he became mysterious.

He leaned closer to Darren and spoke cautiously.

"You need to be careful of those people. I suspect they are members of some terrorist organization. They are dressed in strange ways."

And I also saw them constantly putting their hands into their clothes, as if they were about to take something out to kill someone!

Mr. Roberts said cautiously.

Darren almost laughed.

Clearly, this gentleman had begun to suspect that there was something wrong with the group of wizards.

At the very least, they have something wrong with their brain.

Of course, as a little saint, he could only comfort him by saying, "No, don't worry, there's a big meeting here, we're here to see you."

Just think of them as netizens; they're addicted to role-playing, you know what I mean.

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Darren's words earned him more "Holy Father" points.

However, at the same time, he also saw a Ministry of Magic employee fall from the sky.

Then he swiped a message to Mr. Roberts, a message of complete forgetting.

Darren was speechless.

That's way too brutal!

Should he try to boost his "saintly" rating? For example, by giving this person a piece of his mind.

Let this guy know the power of his little saint.

But the person had already recognized him.

“Isn’t this Darren Potter? I’m a Ministry of Magic employee, I know what you’re trying to say.”

But there was nothing they could do; they kept going back and forth talking about Quidditch, completely disregarding whether Muggles could know about these things.

Mr. Roberts was terrified every time he heard these things; he would even tremble sometimes.

So we had no choice but to keep him happy in this way.

The wizard, dressed in harem pants, grumbled.

Then he heard calls from other places, so he quickly left.

Darren was a little disappointed.

Good heavens, his saintly demeanor just left like that. He didn't even say he'd stay a little longer to listen to his grand pronouncements.

He reluctantly let go.

We could only follow Mr. Wesley forward.

soon.

Mr. Weasley then led them to an open space.

It says "Arthur Weiss Cuisine" here.

It was clearly a signal to set up their tents here. Mr. Westlea quickly erected the tents.

This is a small tent.

It looked like a small grave, but Mr. Wesley had squeezed inside.

He told Darren and the others to hurry inside as well.

Darren followed behind them curiously.

Just went in.

He then discovered that the space inside was quite large.

It's actually a three-bedroom, one-living-room space.

Clearly, living here is more comfortable than living in a hut.

Moreover, Mr. Wesley brought two tents, which should be enough for them.