Chapter 138: Lockhart

Darren was sent to Hogwarts by a female Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

Nicolas Flamel and his wife were still at the Ministry; the Ministry did not believe it would be safe for them to go out at this time.

Furthermore, they hinted that if they took Darren with them, Darren might meet with another accident.

This forced the two of them to painfully hand Darren over.

When he was delivered, the Hogwarts dinner had just begun.

Darren slipped in quietly, without attracting the attention of the other Slytherin students who were taking their seats.

However, after he sat down, he still drew many gazes from the Slytherins.

They hadn't seen this guy at all while they were in the common room.

They had assumed he went to find Harry Potter; after all, everyone knew Harry Potter had driven a flying car.

They thought Darren was either in the car or waiting for Harry.

Who would have thought he would suddenly appear at the dining table.

Seeing that there was no look of worry on his face, it was clear he didn't know about Harry Potter’s situation at all.

Out of jealousy, not a single Slytherin told Darren about Harry.

Darren was still waiting for someone to tell him the news about Harry so he could farm some Saint Father Points, but to his surprise, no one told him.

He rubbed his temples.

A headache; it seemed he would have to discover it himself.

So he immediately looked toward the Gryffindor table, and then he frowned tightly.

“Brother…”

He looked around in confusion, his face filled with deep worry.

Cassandra, sitting next to him, tapped the table, wanting him to sit straight and talk later.

Who would have thought Darren would ignore her; he didn't see her, and to everyone’s surprise, he stood up.

“Darren, what are you doing?”

Cassandra whispered, reaching out to tug on Darren’s robe.

Darren looked at her, pale, as if he had encountered something terrifying, and asked with a trembling voice: “Miss Cassandra, do you know where my brother went? Did something happen to him? Where is he?

Can you tell me… please… I’ll do anything, can you just tell me?

Brother wouldn't play a prank and not come to school; something must have happened to him. Does anyone know where he is?”

[Ding, Saint Father Points +30]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +50]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +40]

[Ding…]

A large sum of Saint Father Points acquired.

Darren’s face looked even paler.

Cassandra watched his expression, and a strong sense of unhappiness welled up in her heart.

So she shook her head, indicating she didn't know where Harry Potter was.

Darren fell silent.

He even stood there in a daze, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

[Ding, Saint Father Points +50]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +80]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +70]

[Ding…]

[Ding, detected a scene where the Saint Father System can be utilized. Now issuing a temporary task: Use Obscurus to create the appearance of a magical outburst, break open the wounds on your body, and after three minutes, be persuaded to pretend to regain your sanity.

And say: I’m sorry, Professor, fellow students, I have frightened you, it is my fault.

I am willing to accept any punishment, I only ask that you save my brother…]

[Ding, upon completion of the task, you will receive Lockhart’s Memory Charm. Does the host accept the task?]

[Accept!]

Darren almost laughed out loud.

Another interesting task had been triggered.

He blinked, and terrifying power gradually began to permeate his body.

“Tch, what are you worrying about for nothing? Scarhead… Harry Potter definitely isn't dead. He should be very happy right now; he and Ron made the headlines… they’re driving a car in the sky!”

Malfoy didn't notice Darren’s state; he thought Darren was worried, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but grumble.

Who told him to be that guy’s brother!

“Yeah! Driving in the sky, it must be the Weasleys’ handiwork!”

“What could possibly happen to them?”

“If the Savior were in trouble, the professors would definitely be anxious. You should look at yourself. Ah, Darren, why is your chest bleeding!”

“Professor! Professor!”

“Head of House, come quickly… Darren!”

“Ah, Darren, what’s wrong with you?”

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

The Slytherin students screamed.

Just then, blood suddenly began to flow from Darren’s chest.

Paired with Darren’s pale face and dim eyes, he looked like he was dying.

It scared them to death.

Snape rushed down from the teachers’ table.

He pressed down on Darren’s shoulders.

“Potter! Have you gone mad! Relax… Potter! Darren… calm down…”

Dumbledore, Darren’s magical outburst, Darren! Harry Potter is not dead, he is fine. If you don't calm down, the Great Hall will be blown up by you.”

Darren did not answer; he was watching the system’s timer.

Three minutes.

“Darren Potter… if the Great Hall is blown up by you, it is very likely that students will die. Are you willing to let that happen?”

Snape’s voice reached his ears.

This is it!

Darren immediately withdrew the Obscurus.

The power that had just been permeating the air vanished without a trace.

This caused Professor McGonagall, who was preparing to evacuate the crowd, to breathe a huge sigh of relief.

“Darren? Are you alright?”

Dumbledore walked over with a serious expression.

In his heart, he actually breathed a deep sigh of relief as well.

A magical outburst blowing up the Great Hall was nothing.

Hogwarts could always be restored.

Students couldn't be hurt either, because he was here.

But Darren could have become a Squib.

And if that power inside him were fully released, it could even kill Darren.

“Professor… I’m sorry… I almost hurt all the students, it’s all my fault. You can kill me, I only ask if you can save my brother?”

The flying car… Ron is on it too… they might die…

Darren’s voice grew smaller and smaller, and finally, with red eyes, he collapsed onto the floor.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining Lockhart’s Memory Charm]

Lockhart’s Memory Charm: A memory charm adapted by Lockhart himself, it is very ingenious; it leaves a wizard without a shred of memory, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

(Perhaps you can try it on yourself; there might be an unexpected surprise.)

Oh, this?

Why would he use it on himself?

What a crappy system; if it has the ability, it should just tell him the reason!

Besides, if he used the Memory Charm on himself, what would happen?

He wouldn't forget his identity as a transmigrator, would he?

Forget it, talk about it when he has time.

He hoped that when he experimented, he wouldn't fall into a cycle of Obliviate.

“Potter… drink this!”

*Cough.*

Almost forgot.

He was still performing!

Darren looked up blankly; in front of him was a bottle of potion.

Darren shook his head, just about to pretend again that he wouldn't drink it because Harry hadn't come back.

But Snape poured it directly into his mouth.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

As Darren coughed, he felt his consciousness gradually fading.

In his heart, he cursed Snape for not being human, adding sleeping pills to the medicine again.

[Ding, Saint Father Points +80]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +90]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +80]

[Ding…]

This…

It’s not that he can’t understand it.

He could drink another bottle!