Chapter 37

Only then did he look up.

He saw Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore talking sternly, but Dumbledore shook his head.

He also saw Professor Quirrell, with his ridiculous turban, back of his head facing him, talking to a professor with greasy hair and a hooked nose.

But that professor wasn't listening at all.

His gaze was looking at him with extreme disgust.

"Ouch!"

Harry covered his forehead.

"What's wrong?"

Percy asked.

"Nothing, nothing."

Harry shook his head.

The pain from the scar vanished in an instant.

The only thing he remembered was that the sallow-faced professor probably hated him immensely.

"Who is that professor talking to Professor Quirrell?"

"That's the Potions professor, Professor Snape of Slytherin House. He loves to deduct points from Gryffindor. I hope you don't get caught by him."

Percy shrugged and said.

Harry looked up at Professor Snape for a while, but that professor was no longer looking at him.

Harry turned back, feeling hungry again, and wanted to take another piece of pudding, only to find that everything on the table had disappeared.

Dumbledore stood up.

"Alright, now that everyone is full, I will announce a few things:"

"First-years are forbidden from entering the Forbidden Forest, as are students of other years."

"Mr. Filch asked me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridors."

"Finally, I remind everyone that those who do not wish to die a painful death or meet with an accident, please do not go near the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Harry laughed out loud, only to find that only a few people were laughing like that.

"Now, let us sing the school song!"

Dumbledore waved his hand, and golden ribbons floated out of his wand, twisting into words above the dining tables.

"Ready, sing!"

ps: In this story, Harry is not a bad person; it's just that a reckless little lion finds it hard to think of these things. ===== CHAPTER 93 =====

After finally finishing the school song.

Harry stumbled along behind the Gryffindor students.

His eyes were so sleepy he could barely keep them open.

Before leaving, he looked back at Darren, who was in Slytherin House.

He was drooping his little head, being dragged along by that Slytherin female Head Girl.

Harry was a bit unhappy, but he was too sleepy and forgot why he was unhappy.

He swayed to the dormitory, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

Darren was also very sleepy at this moment.

He kept rubbing his eyes, yawning one after another.

He was dragged forward by Becky, stumbling along.

"Pull yourself together, we still have the prefect selection later!"

"I'm not participating..."

Darren said hurriedly.

He didn't want to be a prefect.

If he became a prefect, it might waste a lot of his time being a Saintly Father.

"No, every student must participate. Professor Snape will be watching personally; whoever doesn't participate will be given a semester of detention!"

Huh?

You've got to be kidding?

In the novels he read in his past life, there was no prefect selection tournament in Gryffindor!

Even if Slytherin was a bit stricter, they wouldn't give detention for not participating, right?

But looking at the expressions of the people around him, it was clear Becky wasn't scaring him.

"But, but I don't know... magic..."

Darren opened his mouth in a daze.

He had only learned one Wingardium Leviosa, a floating charm...

"You don't know magic!?"

Becky was stunned.

That's impossible, right?

After getting the books and wand, hadn't this guy tried a few spells?

Darren blushed.

He had been farming quests for the past two days; where would he find time to read?

"I, I'm sorry..."

He lowered his head "embarrassed," pursing his lips guiltily.

Becky wanted to scold him, but seeing his appearance, she held back her sharp tongue.

Finally, she frowned and said: "Then you go up there, give them each a punch, and smash them down with your fists!"

What?

Make a little Saintly Father do such an unrefined act?

No!

If he really had to fight, he felt it would be better to find someone to make an example of, and then solve all the trouble at once.

Who should he choose?

Without surprise, Darren noticed Malfoy eavesdropping nearby.

Aha!

You're the one!

"No!"

Darren blurted out, trying to raise his volume: "I, I've been strong since I was a child... I'm afraid I'll hurt them..."

"Pfft, hahaha, you're killing me! Harry Potter's brother actually says he's been strong since he was a child."

"Hahaha, then punch me and let me see how strong you are!"

Draco Malfoy walked over, laughing wildly.

Looking at Darren's appearance, he said disdainfully.

Darren's fists were instantly itching.

But he held back.

He revealed a magnanimous smile and said: "You don't know, I don't blame you, but I'm really very powerful, I..."

"Hahaha, watching this Potter brag is so funny. Kid, I'm afraid you're even more cow...ardly than your brother!"

He laughed loudly, and many Slytherin students around also laughed.

Darren lowered his head and chuckled quietly.

Heh heh, soon you'll know that I really am a Saintly Father.

[System, use 1000 Saintly Father points to exchange for Obscurus for one minute.]

He had gained quite a few Saintly Father points today; after using 1000, he still had over 800 left.

He could afford it!

It was just a bit of a waste to use one minute of Obscurus on a punch. ===== CHAPTER 94 =====

However...

In an instant, Darren was filled with power.

He raised his fist and smashed it toward Malfoy with force.

"Apologize to my brother! Don't you dare insult my brother!"

Malfoy didn't react at all before feeling a fist land squarely on his head.

Then he flew up, and when he landed on the ground, he heard a "clatter" sound.

This... the protective charm his family gave him had shattered.

"Potter killed someone!"

Malfoy scrambled up from the ground and screamed in terror.

Darren froze.

He stood in place for a long time before reacting; Obscurus is truly awesome!

It could actually shatter Malfoy's protective charm with one punch.

If Malfoy didn't have a protective charm, would he have been killed by him?

Darren thought hesitantly.

But he immediately thought that if Malfoy didn't have a protective charm, he might not have dared to be so arrogant and beg to be hit in front of him.

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Potter, a small internal fight has occurred here. Then, ten points from Slytherin! And a week of detention!"

Just as Darren was hesitating whether to step forward and reveal his Saintly Father posture to Malfoy, he heard Snape's sarcastic voice from behind.

He hurriedly turned around, lowered his head guiltily, his eyes gradually turning red as he said:

"I'm sorry, Professor, I hurt Malfoy... You, you should expel me!"

He turned his back to wipe his eyes, as if he were crying.

[Ding, Saintly Father points +80]

Draco Malfoy looked at Darren's current appearance, his earlier fear dissipating quite a bit, and said gloatingly:

"Potter, you're finished. You'll probably have to pack your things and go home in disgrace!"

Darren was almost amused by his expression.

Silly child.

This is retreating to advance.

Expelling the brother of the famous Harry Potter? Dumbledore wasn't senile yet, and Snape hadn't been bitten by a snake.

He was just showing weakness to show it wasn't intentional.

As a result, this guy jumped out like a villain.

By comparison, he guessed that Snape originally intended to let Malfoy off because his protective charm shattered, but that thought was gone now.

Sure enough.

After Malfoy finished speaking.

Snape's cold eyes were already looking at him.

He said sarcastically: "It seems young Mr. Malfoy hasn't realized his mistake. Detention!"

Darren noticed that Malfoy's expression was like he had eaten shit.

He even felt a bit of sympathy for this little villain.

Malfoy asked in disbelief: "Sir, Potter almost killed me!"

"Very well, two weeks of detention, plus a letter. A letter to Lucius. Yes, I will write it personally. If he finds out you were so reckless..." ===== CHAPTER 95 =====