Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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She smiled and thanked Ginny, then used her wide sleeve to cover my hand holding the diary.

My body trembled.

Her body was trembling, but she kept holding me.

She told me not to be afraid.

I leaned against her chest, tears falling drop by drop.

We helped each other to the school clinic, and then came out of the school clinic.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

When we got back to our dorm, she looked at me angrily.

"How could you be so stupid? If Ginny Weasley goes back, she'll definitely find out it was you who stole it!"

Of course I know.

But Conte wants to kill me.

Ginny Weasley, however, dared not reveal everything at this moment.

And she couldn't be sure it was me either.

Moreover, if Darren Porter really knew my identity, he would definitely have covered for me.

Even if none of them help me, I will still kill Conte.

The only exception was Hannah.

"Hannah, aren't you going to ask me why I stole it?"

My eyes were red.

Hannah glared at me.

"I don't know what you're up to, but we're friends, aren't we?"

Oh my friend!

I burst into tears.

Then, when Hannah wasn't looking, he pointed his wand at her and shouted, "Forget everything!"

Feel sorry!

I can't believe it! I cried as I altered Hannah's memories, tears streaming down my face.

I think I must be a heartless person.

But I want to live!

I want everyone to see my intelligence, and I want everyone to like me, but I only have one life, and I dare not gamble with it!

If my own brother wanted to kill me, what chance would anyone else have?

Perhaps Darren is the only person in this world I can trust, but even Darren can't make me completely trust him.

Of course, maybe when the war ends and everything settles down, and we are finally safe, I will want to give him a hug.

Tell him he's worked hard.

But now, I can't fully trust anyone.

I gave Hannah an apologetic look, then gripped the diary with my magic-resistant gloves and took it to Kant...

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Chapter 806 (Extra Chapter) - Is it worth it?!

I carried a bunch of candy, then wrapped the diary inside the candy, put them together, and wrote a note.

Write things in your diary, and your wishes will come true! I know Kant will write.

He wasn't particularly clever, yet he longed for me to die.

really.

In the days that followed, whenever Kant saw my expression, it was as if I was about to die.

I always pretended to leave in a state of fear.

In fact, they were just waiting for him to go and die.

I know.

Voldemort won't kill me for now; his first priority is to kill Harry Potter.

Did Conte really think Voldemort could be controlled by a mere wizard like him? I thought with a cold laugh.

The Quidditch match has begun.

I watched as Lockhart ripped the bone from Harry Potter's arm.

I saw Darren Potter, pale and worried, take Harry Potter to the school infirmary.

My expression was worried, but in reality, I was completely unfazed.

I was mostly thinking about Voldemort and Cont's movements.

But the day after I made my guess, I received news that Darren Porter and a dozen or so Slytherin students had gone missing.

Of course, following the news of Darren Porter's disappearance came the news of Colin Crevey's petrification.

I feel some sorrow for Colin.

After all, this little brat has really had a lot of bad luck.

He even died at Hogwarts at the end.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help him; I was barely able to take care of myself.

My own life is in danger, how could I possibly help him? I shook my head, dismissing the thought of Colin.

I started to worry about Darren Porter.

Yes, I am very worried.

I'm worried that this was caused by that diary.

I only thought Voldemort would be interested in Harry Potter, but I never imagined he would also be interested in Darren Potter.

Yes, it was my stupidity.

After all, Harry Potter had Dumbledore's protection, while Darren Potter probably had no one to protect him.

Who told him to be so powerful?

It's not as famous as Harry Potter.

I pursed my lips.

Then, feigning anxiety, he went to find Professor Sprout.

I told him I wanted to find my brother. I had heard that more than a dozen Slytherin students had gone missing, and I was worried that something had happened to him.

Professor Sprout had no reason to doubt me. They were also aware of my relationship with Cont.

After all, we both share the same surname, Flynn.

After she inquired, she told me that Conte had also gone missing.

As a family member of a missing person, I was able to wait in Snape's office.

I'm waiting for them to find my parents.

Mom and Dad have finally arrived.

They waited anxiously for Snape, and incidentally gave me a good scolding.

I cried, timid and hesitant.

In reality, I was in a state of panic.

Darren can't be dead, right?

I warned him beforehand that I didn't disguise myself when I went to steal Ginny's things, and if he had been watching me closely, he would have noticed.

But I'm also worried, what if he doesn't know who I am?

He didn't know my identity and walked right into this trap. Will he die?

Did I kill him with my own hands? I thought to myself, my face pale.

My parents are still scolding me.

But perhaps seeing how stupid and scared I was, they finally stopped bothering with me.

After an unknown amount of time, Snape finally appeared.

He brought more parents with him.

These parents practically surrounded his office.

They demanded an explanation from Snape, who sneered, "Your child conspired with the Death Eaters and a group of them went to kill Darren Porter. You think you're safe just because your child isn't dead?"