Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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[Ding, Fatherhood Value +80]

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +80]

The Nicolas Flamels fell even more silent. Their throats felt tight.

I even want to ask this child, what does unfairness mean? Was it fair that he lived in an orphanage for eleven years?

Because he didn't save the world, Harry's fans are demanding that he not inherit the Potter family. Has he ever thought about fairness?

Because he was Harry Potter's brother, he entered Slytherin and was called a deep-seated scoundrel by many people who didn't know the truth. Did he think that was fair?

He didn't mention how much unfair treatment he suffered because of Harry Potter; instead, he felt that all the precious opportunities should be given to Harry Potter.

If the Lemaître family had children like that, they wouldn't have wiped out the entire clan after the children got angry and went into seclusion for a few decades.

"Hmph, you think you're chosen by us to be our heir?"

"What a joke! I can find any heir; we're just here to tell you that you have no hope!"

Nicolas Flamel, thinking of his family's fate, looked at Darren with a mixture of love and hate.

He said unhappily. His wife glared at him. Perenel was practically ready to punch him.

She felt that Darren was the one. Who else was this old man looking for?

Looking for Merlin?

Nicolas Flamel forced himself to lift his head.

Darren reminded him of unhappy things. Couldn't he say something a little harsher?

He wanted Darren to know that he wasn't someone who could simply refuse. Darren pursed his lips.

Did Nicolas Flamel really need to come to his face to tell him he was refusing?

She clearly wanted him to be the heir, but she felt uncomfortable because he kept recommending Harry.

I wanted to teach him a lesson, to let him know that opportunities shouldn't be rejected so easily!

It would be best if he apologized. But in reality, this is also another test.

Darren laughed, bowed to Nicolas Flamel and his wife, and said with relief, "Thank you, Mr. Flamel, for coming to tell me this news in person. I'm sorry to have taken up your time, so I'll be leaving now..."

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Chapter 147 A Sudden Street Uproar!

Darren turned and left.

The resolute figure from behind left Nicolas Flamel stunned. How could this be?

Not even a little bit of lingering affection?

He decided to count to ten and give the little patient a chance!

If he turns around within ten days, he will decide to keep Darren as his successor.

However, even after he counted to fifteen, Darren didn't turn around and had already disappeared around the street corner.

"Hurry up and chase after them!"

Perenel angrily kicked him.

Nicolas Flamel gave an awkward smile, and the two hurriedly chased after Darren with their aged steps.

"Darren Darren Porter!"

Nicolas Flamel called Darren's name from behind. Darren looked puzzled.

Judging from Nicolas Flamel's expression, he was practically bursting with laughter. He knew the old man was going to catch up.

[Ding, detecting the presence of the Holy Father System around the host, now issuing a mission.]

He rushed to Perenel's side, stood in front of her, and shouted: "Sir, Madam, get out of here! That's a Muggle gun!"

[Ding! Upon completion of the mission, you have received the reward: Perenel's Illusion. Would you like to accept the mission?]

Darren looked around.

Sure enough, just as he was paying attention, he noticed a man pulling a gun out of his pocket.

He was a man who looked extremely dejected, and it was clear that he was about to launch an attack.

But I don't know if they came specifically for the Nicolas Flamels. Darren thinks it's probably neither.

This is more likely an accident. But that doesn't stop him from accepting the mission.

[Accept!]

In Darren's view, the man suddenly started shooting at Perenel.

Darren immediately stepped in front of Perenel, blood splattering on him as he cried out anxiously, "Sir, Madam, run! This is a Muggle gun!"

[Ding, mission complete. Congratulations, host, you have acquired Perenel's Illusion.] Perenel's Illusion:

Perenel always felt that seeing you was like seeing the uncle who raised her.

He died in a Muggle war, and Perenel tried many methods but could not save his life.

“Galil.”

Perenel muttered to himself. Ning.

She hugged Darren tightly, calling out Galil's name with a nostalgic tone.

"Confinement quickly!"

"There are many obstacles!"

Nicolas Flamel was also taken aback.

He never imagined that someone would shoot at Perenel.

Given Perenel's personality, she might not resist at all and let the bullet take her away.

Because she's had enough of living.

To her surprise, Darren stood in her way.

Looking at the bloodstains on the child's body, and that pale face...

Nicolas Flamel was furious, and he used almost every spell he could think of on the Muggle.

The consequence of this was that he nearly blew up the entire street. Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrived at the scene quickly.

Most of them formed a circle, all their wands pointed at Nicolas Flamel. A small group began rescuing Muggles.

They didn't know what had happened, but they did know that the wizard in front of them had blown up the whole street.

Could it be a dark wizard? Or perhaps a Death Eater?

"Hello, I am Darren Porter, and Mr. Lemaître is correct!"

Upon seeing Nicolas Flamel surrounded, Darren quickly broke free from Perenel's embrace and, pale-faced, greeted them, saying, "Muggles attacked Mr. Nicolas Flamel here just now, which is why this happened. But I saw that Mr. Flamel didn't kill anyone. You can find out the truth from those people!"

"Darren Potter? Harry Potter's brother? The inventor of the latest antidote, and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class?"

A female Auror suddenly asked.

Darren nodded, his face growing even paler.

Their gazes relaxed slightly, then they looked at Nicolas Flamel. Flamel tossed them a badge.

They quickly put down their wands.

"Excuse me, I didn't expect you to be Mr. Nicolas Flamel!"

"Mr. Lemaître, I'm sorry to have startled you!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Is Mr. Lemaître trying to protect Darren Porter?"

Nicolas Flamel frowned, interrupting their conversation. He walked over to Darren and said helplessly, "Alright, have someone treat your wounds. I really don't know what you're thinking."

He glared at Darren as he spoke.

That idiot is so stupid, actually using his body to block other people's view. Right, he remembered he'd investigated Darren.

Darren also apparently saved a female student, shielding her with his body. Ha, what a kind-hearted but foolish little brat!

"Is that a stick in your hand?"

Nicolas Lemuel, still not satisfied, suddenly asked angrily.

Darren was startled, and his face turned even paler. Clearly, he was most afraid of being scolded by his elders.

He pursed his lips, and said with some guilt, "I'm sorry, sir, it's all my fault, please don't be angry..."

"Why are you apologizing? You!"

Nicolas Flamel spun around in place, not even knowing what he was angry about.

He cursed at Darren, and Darren has already apologized to him, but he still feels angry and can't vent it.

But when he saw Darren's green eyes looking at him with concern, he suddenly realized what he was angry about.