Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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“Oh, Severus, let Minerva handle the rest; these are her students…”

There's a really good custard pie, and I also have a few announcements to make.

Harry watched as Snape was led away by Dumbledore, and even saw the look of disgust in Snape's eyes before he left.

but.

He became happy again.

Write a letter to Dursley?

Is he still afraid of this?

“Weasley, you can go to the school infirmary to have your eyes checked now.”

Professor McGonagall looked at the blood near Ron's eyes. Her expression remained serious, but she was now willing to talk to them properly.

"I'm not going..."

Ron rubbed his eyes.

"I want to see my sister's Sorting Ceremony."

he said excitedly.

"It's over. Your sister is in Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall said expressionlessly.

Ignoring Ron's cheers, Harry said anxiously, "Professor, I want to go to the infirmary. I want to see Darren..."

Even after Professor McGonagall said that Darren was feeling better, he was still a little worried.

"Don't go. Mrs. Pomfrey is very angry tonight... And don't even think about sneaking over... because many students have already gone to visit her..."

Professor McGonagall's expression softened, and she looked at Harry, continuing, "Don't worry too much. As long as you show up safely, Darren will recover quickly. You know he's most worried about you..."

Of course, I hope you won't do this again next time.

I don't want to expel a reckless student and then lose a student who excels academically and morally.

Professor McGonagall warned.

Harry nodded quickly, but his face still showed worry.

Professor McGonagall didn't try to comfort him any further. She pursed her lips and said, "Because of what happened this time, Gryffindor will lose fifty points..."

"Professor, we haven't started school yet, so we shouldn't need to..."

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, and Harry noticed that her lips seemed to be loosening their pursing.

"Alright, then no points will be deducted, but you still need to be confined. Your punishment is confinement!"

She said sternly.

Harry and his friends felt a little relieved.

But he preferred to go to the school clinic or the banquet to ask Darren about his condition in detail.

"Alright, you guys stay here. After you finish eating, go back to sleep. Don't wander off... or I'll definitely deduct points from your Gryffindor score!"

Professor McGonagall said threateningly, tapping the table, on which sandwiches and a jug of pumpkin juice gradually appeared.

She turned and left, slamming the door to Snape's office shut.

"I feel...so unlucky..."

"Ron said with a sigh."

He grabbed a sandwich, stuffed it into his mouth, and said helplessly, "Who would have thought we'd run into so much trouble? It's all that platform's fault!"

"Yes, how could it not let us in?"

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Chapter 161 You need to be taught a lesson!

When they were so full they could eat no more, they finally walked contentedly to the door of the Gryffindor common room.

There was a painting there, depicting a plump lady.

"Password!"

She spoke to them coldly.

"How do we know?"

Ron muttered.

"Then don't go in!"

The fat lady said fiercely.

Ron was dumbfounded by her tone.

Even when she went out in the middle of the night, the fat lady would only complain a few times, but she would never get angry like this.

"It's as if we've done something utterly heinous!"

Ron said unhappily.

Harry nodded, puzzled.

However, when he saw Hermione walking in from outside, he immediately became happy again.

Whether the fat lady is angry or not has nothing to do with them.

Hermione is still more important.

Harry only noticed Hermione's even more furious expression when she got closer.

It felt like I wanted to punch them a couple of times.

"Did you really fly here in a car?"

Hermione questioned him aggressively.

"Come on, you're not going to be like Professor McGonagall and Snape, trying to blame us for not using an owl."

If we could remember, would we still be standing here?

Ron glared at Hermione with displeasure.

Then he noticed Hermione was even angrier; she was like an enraged Mrs. Weasley, her wand poised to smash over their heads at any moment.

"I don't know what the point of you having brains is? Is it just to vent your anger?"

"Stop lecturing us! We've been lectured all night and just want to rest!"

Ron said impatiently, "Just tell us the password!"

"The password is 'honey-eating bird,' that's not the problem... and even if you don't listen to me, you'll have to in a bit."

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Ron and Harry had already slipped into the common room.

She snorted and then said, "You have to learn from others' mistakes!"

Yes, that's right.

As soon as Harry and Ron entered, they were greeted by Ginny's wand.

Of course, she mainly targeted Ron.

But for the first time, she also looked at Harry with a hint of annoyance.

"I don't know what you're thinking. Do you know you almost killed Darren today?"

Why don't you write us a letter? Harry, don't you have an owl?

Ginny didn't start learning magic, but the sound of her wand striking her head was just as effective as casting a spell.

"Stop! Ginny, or I'll tell Mom!"

Ron clutched his head and yelled, even casting a pleading look at Percy.

But Percy completely ignored his pleas for help, and he looked at Ron with his fists clenched.

"You don't care at all what punishment Dad will face for this... He'll likely lose his job, and Darren, while he was sitting on the ground covered in blood, you were still carefree flying in the sky..."

Percy launched into a long tirade against Ron.

Although Harry wasn't scolded, he felt even worse than if he had been.

Finally, the two of them returned to the common lounge, looking utterly dejected.

Because very few people treat them well.

Even the most mischievous twins cast disapproving glances their way.

Of course, there were also a few excited older students.

But they had no way to rescue Harry and Ron.

Because Harry and Ron were surrounded by lectures and scoldings.

Finally, they returned to their dormitory.