Chapter 45: Center of Attention

"Did I disturb you?"

Darren asked, tilting his head.

What’s wrong with this girl?

"No, no, no, I mean... I mean I have a question I want to ask you. What do you think about the homework Professor McGonagall left last time?"

Hermione hurriedly found a topic, which made her look much more natural.

"That one? Hmm, I think of it this way..."

Darren said seriously.

He had mastered the whole book, and his explanation was very easy to understand.

Even the two academic slackers, Harry and Ron, could understand it.

"So that's how it is!"

Hermione looked at Darren with admiration.

Righteous, good-looking, and studies so well—truly worthy of being the person she likes.

"And there's also..."

Hermione wanted to seize this time to talk more with Darren.

But she was interrupted by Ron.

"Alright, alright, Hermione, if you have anything to say, say it next time. Don't you see Harry wants to talk to Darren?"

He pushed Hermione, and after his eyes met Darren's, he said a bit embarrassedly:

"Sorry Darren, I always thought you were a bad wizard and even spoke ill of you. Only these past two days did I realize you’ve been fighting against them. You are truly Harry's brother!"

"Hmm, I don't blame you, but there is one point I need to correct: Slytherin isn't all bad wizards.

Actually, they have many good kids, like Professor Snape, Senior Becky, and Miss Cassandra... they are all very good to me, and I like them very much!"

Darren said seriously.

[Ding, Saint Father Points +20]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +30]

[Ding, Saintly Father Value +20]

[Ding...]

Another pile of small Saint Father Points appeared.

Darren suspected they were given by those Slytherins.

It was too little; it seemed only those Slytherins who had elegance and restraint carved into their bones would do this.

Hmm, excluding Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.

These three are the shame of Slytherin.

Ron wrinkled his nose.

He didn't want to believe these things.

But now, the others in Slytherin house really hadn't done anything bad.

Even if some were insidious, they couldn't be called Death Eaters.

He had to accept this point of view, believing that Slytherin might have one or two normal people.

Only then did Darren show a sincere smile.

"Harry, by the way, are you and Darren really twins? Why do I feel Darren is really better looking than you?"

Ron exclaimed.

Harry laughed and proudly patted Darren on the shoulder, saying: "Of course, I asked Professor McGonagall; I look like Dad, Darren looks like Mom."

The more he looked at Darren, the more satisfied he was.

He had hoped for a younger brother since he was small.

No, not like Dudley. ===== CHAPTER 111 =====

He couldn't imagine Dudley calling him brother.

He might go crazy.

But Darren is different; hearing such a soft voice calling him brother simply made him want to jump for joy.

"Darren, where did you live when you were little? Was it in the wizarding world?"

Harry asked curiously.

That house-elf who came to find him only asked about his experiences and didn't tell him about Darren's.

When Dumbledore went to find Aunt Petunia, he didn't mention Darren's experiences either.

But looking at Darren's elegant appearance, he really couldn't imagine the possibility of him growing up in the ordinary world.

"I grew up in an orphanage. In late August this year, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape found me."

Darren pressed his red hair.

That cowlick of his stubbornly stuck up again after he pressed it down.

Harry looked at it with envy.

If only he could have Darren's hair.

At least only one strand stuck up, while his hair stuck up everywhere.

"So cool, my dream since I was little was to live in an orphanage. Is it very likable there? Can I go back with you during the holidays?"

Harry asked with admiration.

Darren noticed that many gazes were secretly staring at him at this moment.

Clearly, being by Harry's side, every move attracts attention.

And a large portion of these people were worried he would get angry because of Harry's words.

After all, the professors at Hogwarts had all asked about the life Darren lived in the orphanage from Pachi.

They thought too much.

Darren of course wouldn't get angry.

With such a good display platform, he wished he could stay in everyone's gaze and be a saint with no desires.

Is getting angry more important than Saint Father Points?

Not even worth a single hair.

So he tilted his head and thought:

"Probably not. When Professor Dumbledore took me out, he gave Mrs. Lady Lady Linda a large sum of money.

If we go back, next time Professor Dumbledore might have to hand over all the money in our vault before Mrs. Lady Lady Linda lets us out."

His tone was peaceful, without a trace of gloom.

He even made a joke to Harry.

Making many professors who were worried he would get angry turn their faces away in shame.

[Ding, Saint Father Points +50]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +80]

[Ding, Saint Father Points +70]

[Ding...]

Another wave of Saint Father Points was in hand.

Darren felt this wave was worth it.

Just by staying with Harry at noon, he earned 3,000 Saint Father Points.

He originally wanted to farm more Saint Father Points.

But the owls arrived.

Hundreds of owls flew into the Hogwarts Great Hall.

At first, Darren had only seen this scene in novels and didn't feel anything.

But after seeing it a few times here, his only feeling was shock.

It was too spectacular.

It was just a bit regrettable.

Because his Carol had never brought him anything.

Even though Carol is a phoenix... no, a hairless turkey.

Currently being raised by Pachi.

Pachi seemed to say she took Carol to the old house.

Rumor has it that she’s letting the first Lady of the Potter family train her before letting her out.

Darren was just thinking about this when he saw an owl charging straight at him.

He was startled, but immediately realized the owl was aiming for Harry next to him.

It flew to Harry's side, dropped a note, then affectionately pecked Harry's ear, and flapped its wings toward the jam.

"Hedwig likes that better."

Harry said embarrassedly.

After saying that, he remembered Darren didn't even have a pet, so he thought and asked:

"Darren, what kind of pet do you like?" ===== CHAPTER 112 =====