Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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"It's been dragging on for far too long, far too long. Lord Voldemort doesn't want to waste his breath on someone like you anymore!"

Voldemort raised his hand.

A beam of green light struck Darren.

Harry finally regained some consciousness.

He remembered; Darren was going to die in his place.

Darren!

He sat up suddenly.

There was nothing there. His invisibility cloak was gone, Darren's wand had disappeared, and his glasses were gone too.

Darren impersonated him, and Darren went to his death.

He subconsciously checked the time.

But he realized that fifteen minutes had already passed.

If Darren goes, this amount of time will be enough…

Harry jumped up in a panic, as if he was about to rush out.

He couldn't, he couldn't watch Darren die!

“Oh, child, I’m afraid you need to talk to me before everything is over.”

Just as Harry was about to go out, a voice appeared. It was a person.

That person was sitting behind Dumbledore's desk.

He had a slight smile on his face, but overall, he was still somewhat cold.

“I think you must have seen me before, Gellert Grindelwald. It’s nice to meet you.”

Grindelwald extended his hand.

Although Harry was surprised that Grindelwald was not dead and was here, his mind was now filled with Darren.

He thought, if he had been faster, Darren might…

“I’m sorry, child… Darren has already met with him, and he has also used the Killing Curse on him.”

"Grindelwald said softly. Harry turned around abruptly."

He collapsed to the ground.

For a moment, he even felt that he should die.

He should have died in that place like his parents, and never have to worry about these things again.

"I think you shouldn't be so sad. After all, you must care a lot about Voldemort's bloodline."

Harry looked up angrily.

"I don't care, I don't care how many times I have to tell you!"

If I cared, I had plenty of opportunities to kill him. I don't care; I don't care about his bloodline!

He screamed.

Grindelwald snorted.

"I don't think you don't care. Haven't you been cold to him for a long time already?"

Harry's face turned deathly pale.

He suddenly remembered what Hermione had told him earlier that day: if Darren died today, he would regret what he had done for the rest of his life.

Yes!

"This is all retribution!"

Harry said with a self-deprecating laugh.

He stood up.

He picked up his wand.

"Where are you going?"

“Go and do as Darren says… and get everything back on track. Damn it, wasn’t it always me?”

"I never said that!"

"Grindelwald said playfully."

Harry turned around and looked at him coldly.

"Don't stop me if you want me to tell Voldemort you're still alive!"

"An unlikable child, really..."

What else did Grindelwald want to say?

But Harry didn't care anymore.

He rushed out.

At that moment, Voldemort's voice echoed throughout the castle...

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Darren thought he should perhaps do what Harry did and walk through King's Cross Station.

But to his surprise, perhaps he had blocked Voldemort's soul from his own.

Therefore, Voldemort only harmed his own soul.

After Darren peeled away a part of his main soul, Voldemort lost consciousness.

Darren could only pretend to have lost consciousness.

After all, if he hadn't played dead like that, Voldemort probably wouldn't have given anyone the chance to kill Nagini.

What happens then will no longer be part of the so-called plot.

Without the original storyline, he would definitely lose his current aura of wit.

Let's just stick to the storyline.

Darren lay motionless on his side on the ground.

He held his breath.

At that moment, the voices of the Death Eaters also came from Voldemort's location.

"Owner!"

They cried out in alarm.

"fine!"

Voldemort seems to have regained his senses as well.

He stood up.

Then he looked in the direction where Darren had fallen.

The Death Eaters who had surrounded them all dispersed.

All eyes were on Darren.

"Master, how are you?"

Bellatrix looked extremely worried.

Voldemort seemed to avoid her.

"I'm not that weak... Is that boy dead?"

Voldemort seemed to be somewhat uncertain as well.

The open space was calm.

No one dared to approach Darren; they could only keep their eyes on him.

After all, Harry's protagonist aura has indeed frightened them after so many times.

Darren was not afraid.

His ability to play dead is quite impressive.

Lying there, you can stop breathing and remain completely still.

It can also stop your heart from beating.

All I can say is that magic is a wonderful thing.

In the original book, Harry was simply too afraid to take out his wand and couldn't use it.

He had to cast a spell on himself without using a wand or making a sound.