Chapter 56

Darren couldn't figure it out and wanted to ask Malfoy about other things.

But Malfoy was already impatient.

He shook his head unhappily and said, "Don't ask me. If you have any questions, go ask Professor Snape. How could I possibly know that much?"

He muttered, and considering that Darren had indeed saved him, he said hesitantly, "If you really want to know, I can help you write a letter to my father now. If there's any news, he might tell me a little!"

Malfoy snorted.

He hesitated and looked Darren up and down a few times.

He had come over because he thought he had seen Darren's arm injured earlier.

This guy, he didn't know what he was thinking; his first reaction to being injured was to run back to the dormitory. Could it be that he could heal himself in there?

Malfoy curled his lip and thought.

But he looked around and found no bloodstains on Darren.

Could it be that he wasn't injured?

Malfoy thought suspiciously.

But he immediately noticed keenly that Darren seemed to have changed his clothes and had taken a shower.

Obviously, this guy must have been truly injured, which was why he did such a thing.

"You were injured, why did you hide in there?"

Malfoy questioned.

Darren raised an eyebrow.

This guy was quite sharp.

[Ding, a scene suitable for the Saint Father System has been detected around the host. Task issued: After being grabbed by the arm by Malfoy, squeeze out your own blood and touch it onto the back of his hand.]

[Ding, after the task is successful, you will obtain 1000 Saint Father points. Does the host accept?]

Hmm, although it's not a good reward, but...

[Accept!]

Darren quickly put on a guilty expression.

"No, no, I'm not injured. If you have nothing else, I'm going to return the Remembrall to Neville!"

After saying this, he quickly tried to bypass Malfoy and leave.

He played the part of being guilty to the fullest.

Malfoy grabbed his arm, hitting exactly on his wound.

Darren hissed, quickly squeezed his arm that was about to scab over, and after blood flowed out, flicked a drop onto Draco's hand.

Before Malfoy could notice, he immediately pretended to be annoyed and pulled his arm back.

"Malfoy, don't go too far!"

[Ding, Saint Father points +1000]

Darren chuckled.

Perfect!

He already knew roughly what the system wanted to do.

It should be wanting Lucius to know his identity.

This was truly interesting.

Malfoy frowned as he watched Darren's back.

He felt that Darren was humoring him.

What did he mean by "not injured"?

Just now, when he grabbed Darren's arm, he smelled a strong scent of blood.

Obviously, Darren was indeed injured.

It might even be very serious.

But why didn't this guy go to the infirmary?

Malfoy's eyes were full of confusion.

He returned to his dormitory suspiciously and took out the two-way mirror Lucius had given him.

"Father, I need your help!"

Lucius's face appeared on the mirror, and he said suspiciously, "Draco, if I remember correctly, you should be eating breakfast right now?"

"I've eaten, Father, I just have something I can't figure out..."

Draco told Lucius everything that had just happened. A flicker of deep thought crossed Lucius's eyes.

He suddenly said, "Get me a sample of his blood!"

"Blood? Father, what are you suspecting?"

Draco asked in confusion.

Lucius pondered and said, "If a person is injured but hides in the dormitory, it is very likely that there is something wrong with his wound, or his blood is problematic. Give me a bit of his blood, and I will determine his situation."

So that was it.

Draco nodded.

But he then felt a bit embarrassed to tell Lucius that he couldn't get Darren's blood.

Snape wouldn't let other students into Darren's room at all.

To get in, one had to have Darren's permission.

But how would Darren allow him in?

"Hmm? Draco, are you injured?"

Just as Malfoy was organizing his words, he heard Lucius ask this and quickly shook his head.

Then he saw Lucius pointing at the back of his hand.

Huh?

Whose blood was this?

Draco collected the drop of blood with a small box.

He signaled to Lucius that he was not injured.

Then it was obvious that this drop of blood was Darren's.

"That's enough. Have Edel bring it back, and I will give you the answer very soon!"

Lucius smiled gently.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Lucius received Draco's package.

He picked up the two-way mirror and called Draco to watch together.

"There are some spells you also need to learn, such as the Blood Detection Curse. This is commonly used by many wizards to detect the origin of a wizard's bloodline." So Lucius taught Draco how to use the blood curse, then waved his wand and pointed it at that drop of Darren's blood.

"After use, the blood will point in the direction of its origin..."

He was speaking nonchalantly, just wanting to see what was special about Darren's blood, when he saw that drop of blood split into several parts and then scatter in several different directions.

And one of them pointed exactly at him.

Because it was so close, that drop of blood landed on him and then merged perfectly.

A bit of Veela bloodline and his own pure bloodline.

"Shit!"

Lucius was dumbfounded.

Draco was also dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the place where the drop of blood had disappeared, a deep shock flashing in their eyes.

"Father, are you sure this blood curse traces the root and source?"

Draco said with a hint of sarcasm.

Obviously, he had already understood what this blood represented.

Darren Potter, his brother!

No... it could also be his older brother.

He hadn't yet learned what day Darren Potter was born.

Recalling Darren's face, Draco felt that it wasn't impossible for him to have Veela blood.

"Father, you're truly amazing!"

Draco suddenly shook his head in shock.

Lucius only felt the world spinning.

Listening to Draco's tone, he felt that he himself was not doing well at all.

This Darren Potter had his bloodline?

No way?

He remembered nothing of the sort.

He shouldn't have touched Lily!

But...

Could it have been done when he was not in his right mind?

Ah, what on earth happened back then!

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