Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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Because the Devil's Web liked it, it wrapped all its branches around Darren. Almost instantly, the place where Darren was stood became a cocoon.

"It ate Darren!"

"Ron cried out in terror. Harry almost lunged forward to fight, but Hermione stopped him. She said impatiently, "Don't be silly, you two! Devil's Web doesn't eat people. It's just a plant. I read about it in the book!"

"Oh, I'm so glad you remembered its description at a time like this!"

Ron said sarcastically.

He looked at Darren, who was completely wrapped in the devil's net, and tears almost fell from his eyes.

"Even if Darren wasn't eaten, he would have suffocated to death!"

Harry struggled to save Darren.

He couldn't allow his brother to die in such a place.

"Enough, I remember now, the Devil's Web likes dark and damp places..."

"Then burn it!"

But there are no matches here!

"Are you even a wizard? What are you doing with matches?"

Hermione suddenly realized what was happening and quickly waved her wand.

A blue flame shot out from the tip of her wand. The temperature gradually rose.

The strips of paper from the devil's web quickly retreated, struggling to escape the high-temperature environment.

A moment later, only Darren remained in the same spot.

"Darren!"

Harry rushed over immediately.

Darren then slowly opened his eyes.

His pale face was completely devoid of color, yet he still managed a warm smile.

“I’m alright, brother. Thank you, Hermione, and Ron too. If you hadn’t reminded Hermione, I might be dead…”

His smile was sarcastic, but everyone knew he didn't mean to mock at all.

"Darren... how are you now?"

Hermione quickly stepped forward to help Darren up.

The expression on her face was as if Darren was about to die.

"It's okay, really it's okay. I just hadn't caught my breath yet, but I'm fine now!"

Darren jumped up and down to show his good health.

"Darren, you jumped really high!"

Ron said enviously.

Darren quickly shook his head and said, "Even though I jumped high, you still saved me, Ron. You forgot, it was you who reminded Hermione!"

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]

After being moved, Ron felt a little embarrassed.

"No, I just reminded Hermione. Maybe she'll figure it out in a bit."

"But I might die then. Thank you, Ron!"

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]

Ron was clearly deeply moved.

No one had ever praised him like this before, let alone with such solemnity. Darren was the first.

Sure enough, Darren was just like Hermione had said, like an angel. So she pushed Hermione aside, moved closer to Darren, and said excitedly, "Darren, come to our house for summer vacation! And bring Harry too, my mom will love you so much, I can already picture it."

She'll call you "little cutie," "little Dada," and she'll even make you clothes…

amount.

Darren could imagine this scene too.

He imagined Mrs. Weasley calling him Little Dada and suddenly felt a little nauseous.

He remembered that in the original story, Dudley was called that by Aunt Petunia.

"Hmm, I don't think that's a good suggestion. Just thinking about Darren being called Little Darren gives me goosebumps!"

Harry joined in, squeezing between Hermione and Ron, quickly refuting Ron's statement.

Darren turned to look at Hermione and noticed that the woman's eyes were now gleaming with a dangerous light.

To avoid causing a fight in the underground, Darren quickly said, "Alright, my brother and I will probably go to your house during the summer vacation, but it depends on my brother's arrangements. You know, I listen to my brother."

But now, have you forgotten where we are?

[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]

Harry nodded happily.

Darren's statement that he would follow his lead clearly made Harry feel very proud.

However, he also realized that they needed to find the Philosopher's Stone now, because Snape had obviously entered, and they might even have to confront him directly…

Harry took a deep breath. Hermione's anger gradually subsided.

"Listen, what's that sound up ahead?"

Hermione suddenly said.

She listened intently to the sounds coming from there.

However, she didn't need to describe it, because Darren and the others also heard these sounds—rustling and tinkling sounds.

"Is it a ghost?"

Harry guessed.

"I don't know, but it sounded like the flapping of wings."

Darren answered in a low voice.

So they quickened their pace. They reached the end of the corridor.

This is a brightly lit room with a high, arched ceiling.

There are also countless small birds, as bright as jewels, flying around here.

"What a beautiful little bird."

Ron exclaimed in admiration.

"Don't be silly, this is the key!"

Hermione stared at one of them carefully, then casually gave an answer.

Then she heard Darren, who was walking behind everyone, exclaim, "What beautiful birds! It's like a grand feast, revealing the finest banquet in the morning light."

Ron was about to say, "See? Darren thinks it's a bird too," when he heard Hermione say in a sweet, cloying voice, "Darren, you're so eloquent. If I could, I'd love to have dinner and breakfast with you in this setting."

"Hermione, have you forgotten? We've already had dinner, and breakfast won't be ready for several hours."

"Then breakfast is fine!"

"But we have to have breakfast at..."

Ron received a glare from Hermione.

So he swallowed the last words he wanted to say: breakfast must be eaten at the tables in each college.

Harry and his friends have realized that Slytherin does not allow Darren to leave during meals, especially to dine with him at the Gryffindor table.

Worried that Darren would be bullied, he would always wait until Darren had eaten before going out with him.

So, Ron is saying that you two can't possibly have breakfast and dinner together right now!

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Because the situation was inappropriate, Hermione had to suppress her anger once again.

She glared at Ron, then analyzed, "Looks like we need to grab the key and slip it into the lock of this door."

"Keys? There are countless keys here, how can we possibly tell them apart?"

Harry frowned as he looked at the keyhole and asked hesitantly.

Darren immediately said, "Someone must have gone in just now, so that key must have been confiscated... Look!"

He looked up and pointed to one of the keys.

Harry saw the key among the countless keys.

It was a silver key with drooping wings, as if it had been roughly grabbed and shoved into the keyhole.