Chapter 131

In just one year, Paqi had made all the copper Knuts and silver Sickles here disappear, replaced by five or six times as many Jin Jin Jin Jialong.

Thinking of how Paqi usually cried and complained that Darren and the others were too poor and that it had to keep working hard, Darren actually felt a wave of shock.

Had Paqi unlocked a talent for making money?

"My god, Darren... I remember a year ago, here..."

Harry described the scene he saw a year ago, then compared it to the current scene, dumbfounded.

He was shocked.

"So, brother, can I take some of the money inside to buy gifts for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? Can I also give Ron and the others a set of books each?"

[Ding, Saint Father Value +100]

Harry listened to Darren, who was whispering his question in his ear, and smiled helplessly.

"The money in here is yours too; you can spend it however you like, brother won't stop you... It's just, I thought you hadn't realized before that they couldn't afford the books!"

"How could I? Although Mr. Weasley's salary should be okay, it's really hard to raise so many children.

I heard that Ginny has to use old books, so I thought I should do something!"

[Ding, Saint Father Value +100]

Gilderoy Lockhart's books this year were indeed very expensive.

To buy so many sets of books, the money Mrs. Weasley took out wouldn't be enough.

"But, what excuse should we use?"

Harry scratched his head in a tangle.

The way of giving gifts was indeed very important; he didn't want Mrs. Weasley to think they were pitying them.

"When we go out later, I'll have Paqi send them in the name of the Potter family's ancestor portraits!"

"Alright, Darren, you're always so smart!"

Harry exclaimed in admiration.

After leaving Gringotts, Darren called for Paqi.

Amidst Paqi's background noise of "Little Master Darren is so smart, Little Master Darren is so kind," he hurriedly pulled Harry back to the Weasley family's group.

"Dear Mr. Weasley!"

Paqi appeared in front of Mr. Weasley with a 'pop'. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were startled.

"Hello, I am Paqi, the house-elf of the Potter family!"

Paqi lifted its chin with dignity.

Despite its small body, it looked exceptionally tall.

"Yes, yes, yes, I remember now, the Potter family's business is now handled by this Paqi..."

Mr. Weasley whispered to Mrs. Weasley to educate her.

"Then why are you here today..."

Mrs. Weasley looked at it with confusion.

"Oh, it's like this, because during this time, the two little masters have been staying at Mr. Weasley's house.

The ancestor portraits learned of this, and they believe the Potter family should respond; we cannot be impolite.

So they ordered me to bring these gifts..."

Paqi snapped its fingers.

A pile of gifts appeared in front of the Weasley family.

Several sets of Hogwarts books, as well as brand-new wizard robes that needed to be prepared. And some other utensils.

The most valuable was the gift box made of gold on top.

"These..."

Mrs. Weasley wanted to refuse.

"No, no, no, Lady, I am just a poor house-elf; if you don't accept them, I will be punished!"

Paqi revealed a troubled expression.

Then it pointed to the gold gift box, opened it, and said proudly: "This is the latest antidote invented by our Little Master Darren, and the Ministry of Magic is currently preparing to nominate the Little Master for the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Just three days ago, Headmaster Dumbledore acted as Little Master Darren's recommender, and the newspaper should mention this today!"

"So fast?"

Harry and Mr. Weasley rushed up excitedly. They had long known about this potion Darren had made.

Mr. Weasley had even mentioned that Darren should be able to get the Order of Merlin, Second Class.

Harry thought Darren deserved the First Class, or even a special class. He didn't expect a First Class nomination.

"Of course, this is Little Master Darren's hard work, it is also Paqi's honor, and even more so, a grand event for the Potter family.

The ancestor portraits at home were so happy; if they couldn't come out, they would even have wanted to prepare a banquet for Little Master Darren!"

Paqi said proudly.

Mrs. Weasley held Darren's antidote with great care.

She said with immense emotion: "It's amazing, I feel that according to the instructions here, it seems that except for a few special toxins, everything else can be cured!"

"No, no, no, this antidote, except for not being very effective against wolfsbane, everything else is fine... Little Master Darren is a genius, he is the honor of this world!"

Paqi boasted shamelessly.

Darren blushed from the praise.

It started, it started; sure enough, he knew that once Paqi came, the style would change in a second.

After coaxing Paqi away, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley became even closer to Darren.

They even told Fred and George to learn from Darren.

"Oh, Mother... we don't dislike Darren, but you can't make such comparisons, we can't reach that level..."

"Yeah, this is something many professors haven't done..."

They said one sentence each, and then, under Mrs. Weasley's glare, they carried away their own sets of new books.

Ginny also got a new cauldron and wizard robes.

"Then let's go home!"

"Yeah, there's nothing fun outside anyway..."

Fred curled his lips in disdain; they were planning to go home and use the ghoul at home for experiments!

"No, no one is allowed to go back; today is Lockhart's new book signing event, how can you not go and visit?"

Mrs. Weasley said excitedly.

Harry and the others looked at each other, just about to say they didn't like to watch, when they heard Hermione say very excitedly: "Lockhart? No, I mean all the books this year were written by him...

Cough, he is very talented... just like Darren, Darren will also become like Lockhart when he grows up, handsome and capable."

Darren revealed an embarrassed expression, but in reality, he was very unimpressed. If they said he would grow up to be good-looking, he would accept that.

But if they said he would become like the flamboyant Lockhart in the original work, he would not accept it!

He, Darren, the Little Saint Father, is not a little flamboyant!

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