Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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At this point, Ron was already making gurgling sounds in his throat.

Darren waved his wand.

A piece of dung flew in from outside.

Darren pointed at Ron.

The dung stone went into Ron's mouth.

Ron finally stopped moving.

"In short, Ron didn't have a very good birthday."

Fred said helplessly.

Harry was both amused and exasperated.

Who would have thought that going out for drinks with Slughorn would lead to something like this?

I encountered this poisoning incident.

"Luckily, Darren thought of it. He used a summoning spell to get that dung stone, otherwise..."

Harry shook his head.

Ginny sobbed.

"So, the poison was in the wine?"

"Yes, it sounds like someone gave it to Slughorn to pass on to someone, but he intercepted it..."

"It seems he's not a Death Eater, nor has he been afflicted by the Imperius Curse. Dumbledore has already contacted him..."

They said it in hushed tones.

Then the sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation.

It's Hagrid.

Hagrid was carrying a snakeskin bag.

He walked to the bedside and said helplessly, "I've been in the woods all day... I'm with Aragog, and it's gotten even sicker..."

I heard Professor Sprout mention it. Who would harm Ron?

Hagrid said sadly.

At that moment, the Weasleys arrived.

They visited Ron, and then hugged Harry and Darren.

"I heard from them that it was all because you, Darren, stuffed the dung beetle into his mouth that he survived, and Harry even managed to call Madam Pomfrey in time..."

They were crying loudly.

This made Harry and Darren extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, Mrs. Pomfrey came out at this time and said that only six people could stay in the ward and everyone else had to leave.

This gave Harry and his friends an excuse to rush out with Hagrid.

"It's terrible... Dumbledore never said it, but I know he was very worried... He took many measures, but children were still injured..."

Previously, the board of directors even thought that Hogwarts should be shut down, but Dumbledore insisted on refusing, feeling that it might be more dangerous to put the children back.

At least he's here now, and he can guarantee that most of the children are safe, but things keep going wrong... No wonder Headmaster Dumbledore is so angry with Snape..."

Hagrid blurted it out.

Harry immediately grasped the key point.

"What did you say? Dumbledore is angry with Snape?"

"I didn't... Anyway, mind your own business!"

Hagrid pretends to leave.

But Harry stood in front of him and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll bother you every day, and you know I'm capable of that!"

Hagrid glared angrily.

Finally, he had no choice but to say, "I shouldn't have heard... That day I went into the woods and I heard Snape say he didn't want to do it anymore... It sounded like... he thought the work was too much... Well, that's all I heard!"

Hagrid said uneasily.

"He doesn't want to do it anymore? What? Become a double agent?"

Harry said suspiciously.

Hagrid looked at him and said sternly, "I know you have doubts about him, but I believe Snape is a good man, and I trust Dumbledore!"

After he finished speaking, he strode away.

All that was left was Harry staring at him from behind.

The next few days.

Harry was more depressed than ever before.

Because Ron was hospitalized, he had to find McCall to be the goalkeeper again, but McCall wouldn't listen to instructions at all.

He lacks ability but talks a lot, giving orders to this person and that person.

Harry couldn't stand this about him.

Moreover, Ron, after waking up, always looked at Harry with eyes that seemed worried he wouldn't be able to keep him as the goalkeeper anymore, which made Harry even more helpless.

Then, on the day of his Quidditch match, Hagrid also told them that Aragog was finally dead.

cough.

Hagrid did not use the word "finally".

That's what Harry and his group think.

Darren had been waiting for this news.

He thought he would have to wait a few more days, at least until after Harry's Quidditch match.

Unexpectedly, it was the day of Harry's Quidditch match.

Hagrid invited them over.

Harry needs to play Quidditch, Ron is in the infirmary, and Darren has to decide.

He told Harry that he could try one of his theories: if he could get Slughorn to Hagrid, he could obtain Slughorn's memories.

Harry felt a little guilty.

In fact, if Darren hadn't brought it up, he would have forgotten about it long ago.

He thought about how Darren had been absent-minded these past few days and suddenly understood why.

While he was thinking about Snape and Malfoy, Darren was thinking about completing the assignments Dumbledore had given them.

This made him feel extremely guilty...

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Chapter 657 Felix Felicis!

After Darren said goodbye to Harry, he took a bottle of Felix Felicis from his suitcase.

This was given to him by Snape.

There are many.

It's enough for him to use more than ten times.

Judging by the amount used in the magical world, he probably won't use this much in his lifetime.

He poured himself a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

A very mysterious feeling arose.

He suddenly felt that he could do whatever he wanted very easily now.

Isn't it just about obtaining Slughorn's memories?

He could easily woo Professor McGonagall now.

Of course, he would never think that way.

Darren confidently walked out of the castle, following the direction indicated by Felix Felicis towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Sure enough, he saw Slughorn.

Slughorn was furtively watching something from the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Darren immediately followed the directions and walked up to Slughorn.

"Professor, is he here for the Alavé tiger's funeral?"

Slughorn was startled.

However, he relaxed when he saw that it was Darren.