Chapter 74: Homeless!!

Christmas was approaching.

It began to snow at the castle.

The surroundings were covered with several layers of thick snow.

Darren saw the Weasley brothers chasing Professor Quirrell’s back and throwing snowballs.

This made him a little worried.

Worried that Mr. Voldemort would suddenly break out and Avada everyone present.

[Ding, a scene where the Saintly Father system can function has been detected near the host. A temporary quest is now issued:]

[Stop the Weasley brothers from chasing Quirrell, and reprimand them for not respecting the professor.]

[Ding, upon completion of the quest, you will obtain Dark Magic Talent +2. Does the host accept the quest?]

Darren didn’t really want to accept this quest.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, but purely that he didn’t want the reward.

After this period of effort, he already had nearly 58 points of Dark Magic Talent.

He suspected he was on the road to Azkaban. But it was a reward after all.

He still decided to accept it.

Plus, seeing it and not doing anything would easily break his persona.

[Accept]

Darren took a deep breath, and the expression on his face changed from a smile marveling at the wonders of nature to one of seriousness.

He walked up to the Weasley brothers somewhat angrily and said in a serious tone: “What are you doing? How can you bully a professor? Professor Quirrell works hard to lecture us, how can you throw snowballs at him?”

Kid, if you make him angry, what if he ignores the plot and comes out to Avada you all?

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining Dark Magic Talent +2.] Darren pinched his nose and accepted this reward.

So he looked even angrier.

“Ah, the great Darren Potter has arrived, everyone make way!”

“His Highness, Harry Potter’s younger brother!”

The Weasley brothers ran off joking.

However, just as they ran off, they saw Professor McGonagall with an extremely serious face.

“Detention! Weasley! Twenty points from Gryffindor!”

Professor McGonagall was too angry.

These two bear kids actually dared to stir up trouble on a professor’s head. Would they dare to lay a hand on her one day?

“Professor!”

The Weasley brothers said in disbelief.

This was deducting points from their own house!

“Twenty each! Yes, I am deducting points from my own house, I hope you don’t make me deduct more!”

Professor McGonagall said annoyedly.

The Weasley brothers were scolded and left dejectedly.

Only then did she smile at Darren: “Good child, you weren’t scared, were you?”

Why wasn’t this child sorted into Gryffindor?

The Sorting Hat’s brain is……… its methods are problematic!

“No, no, thank you, Professor McGonagall.”

Darren scratched his hair embarrassedly.

The cowlick on top of his head stood up even more from his scratching. Professor McGonagall couldn’t help but laugh.

In order not to laugh indecorously in front of students, she quickly strode away.

Darren sighed; he hadn’t had a chance to farm Saintly Father points from Professor McGonagall yet! He turned around and found that Professor Quirrell was already gone.

However, when he walked toward the castle, he always felt someone staring at him. Fortunately, once he entered the castle, that gaze disappeared.

But Darren still didn’t feel very comfortable. Because it was still very cold inside the castle.

In reality, he was a northerner; he had heating in winter and air conditioning in summer, and he had never felt that life was too difficult.

Who knew that after transmigrating, he would feel shivering cold in the magical world.

He was wrapped thickly in clothes and wore a scarf, but he still felt as if he were in a snowy field in winter.

Especially during Potions class. He was so cold he didn’t even want to take his hands out.

Potions class was underground; it was damp and cold, and Snape wouldn’t even let them light the fireplace.

Saying something about it affecting the efficacy of the potions. So was he just letting people freeze to death?

Every time Darren had Potions class, he wished he could stuff himself into the cauldron. He felt that if he could take a bath in the cauldron, it would be so comfortable.

Now everyone was waiting impatiently for the holiday.

“I really feel sorry for some people who have to stay at school even during the holiday.”

In one Potions class, Malfoy mocked Harry. Because he saw Harry had signed his name on the list for staying at school.

Before, because of the question of whether Harry Potter was his own brother, he had been quiet for a long time, but now he was full of life again.

However, just as he finished speaking, he was poked in the back by Pansy, signaling him to look at Darren.

“Draco, he’s already pitiful enough………”

Pansy said in a low voice.

Malfoy followed Pansy’s finger and looked over, only to find that Darren’s mood had clearly worsened because of his words.

He was currently brewing a potion, but his eyes were slightly red. Ah, this………

Well, he remembered, Darren was also one of the homeless.

On the surface, he was Harry Potter’s younger brother; Harry Potter had no home, and neither did he.

“I………”

Malfoy hesitated.

He hadn’t initially categorized Darren as part of the Potter family.

He wanted to say Harry Potter had no home, but Darren was from the Malfoy family! But he immediately remembered that his father said he didn’t recognize Darren.

“You can’t expect me to go and admit I was wrong?”

Malfoy said awkwardly.

He glared fiercely at Harry Potter.

Your younger brother is sad, and you’re still brewing potions, you’re really incompetent! Harry didn’t know at all that Malfoy was glaring at him because of Darren.

He thought Malfoy was still finding fault with him because he had caught the Golden Snitch last time.

However, he wasn’t sad at all because of Malfoy’s words. He didn’t want to return to Uncle Vernon’s house.

Staying at school for Christmas, he was of course very happy; this was the most comfortable holiday he had ever had.

After all, Darren was with him.

And Ron’s parents were going to Romania to see Charlie, so he had to stay here too.

With a younger brother, friends, food, and drink, and the ability to play freely, Harry didn’t feel this was anything to be sad about.

He even laughed out loud happily.

Because he was thick-skinned, after the Potions class was over, Malfoy specifically went up to provoke him and mocked him for being a scar-head.

Before leaving, he also looked at Ron with contempt, saying he was a pauper and was begging for food by following Harry.

It made Ron so angry he almost started a fight. As a result, Snape saw it.

Obviously, Gryffindor was deducted twenty points.

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