Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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"elder brother…"

Darren called out Harry softly.

Harry stared at his expression in astonishment.

He was a little confused.

I don't know why Darren's expression suddenly changed?

Why is Darren still unhappy when he's about to kill Voldemort?

Even though he didn't know, Harry still tried his best to comfort Darren, saying, "It's okay, don't be afraid. This is just a memory of Voldemort, not him. Darren, you didn't kill anyone!"

He thought Darren was acting this way because he was worried that Darren would kill him.

But he thought it was a very good thing.

Voldemort killed their parents, and they avenged them; there was nothing wrong with that.

Darren shook his head.

“Brother, kill him, I’m not afraid at all.”

Because he killed Mom and Dad, he still wants to kill you, and he insulted Dumbledore, I just…”

Darren shook his head bitterly.

Then he continued, "I just feel like I've embarrassed you, brother."

Professor Lockhart said that there is no improved version of the Fiendfire Curse, and he has never heard of any evil curses used with love and protection. In fact, I have never heard of any either.

I know… that was something the professors made up to comfort me. Darren’s face turned even paler as he said this.

His eyes were filled with despair.

"So, brother, having a younger brother like me actually has a big impact on you."

Professor Lockhart threatened me, saying I had to obey or he would tell others that I had used the Fiendfyre spell.

"This will damage your reputation, brother. It will let everyone know that Harry Potter's brother did something like this."

"So that's why you came here with him, right?"

"I knew it! How could you be so stupid as to lead him to the secret room? He threatened you, didn't he?"

Harry was furious.

Why did he drag Lockhart away just now?

He should have left Lockhart there earlier.

He remembered the basilisk striking him from the top of the chamber, seemingly right where Darren and Lockhart had been standing.

If he hadn't dragged Lockhart along, that bastard Lockhart might have been crushed to death.

He actually threatened Darren. Darren was already timid, and being threatened like this, no wonder he was so upset.

So vicious!

“Darren, don’t listen to him. I heard those professors say with my own ears that your Fiendfire spell is different from theirs.”

Yours is not a curse; you are releasing emotions through love and protection!

Harry said proudly.

How could his brother be a bad person?

So many professors have said this, how could it be a curse?

"Brother...the professors only say that because they favor me."

After all, if I really wasn't using a curse, why didn't Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape think of it at first?

Instead, Professor Lawrence figured it out after we waited quite a while.

They are just being kind to me, but I cannot act recklessly just because they care about me.

Darren spoke these words in despair, and he spoke them fluently.

Clearly, he had been keeping this question in his mind for a long time.

Otherwise, how could he have agreed as soon as Lockhart brought it up?

Because he also felt that he was a bad person.

"Moreover, not only before, but even just now, I used the Fiery Spell."

Brother, look at this flame... It doesn't look like a normal spell at all. When it burns, it can even kill Voldemort.

Why not a curse?

Darren gave a wry smile.

Harry felt his mind was a mess.

He was actually persuaded by Darren.

Could it be that the professor said that because he favored Darren?

He hadn't refuted those words because they were spoken by the professor.

Looking back now, could it really be that the professor was worried about Darren, which is why he said that?

If it were him, he would probably say the same thing. Who would want to see Darren's bright green eyes filled with despair?

Darren noticed his guilty conscience.

Darren lowered his head, his eyes red.

"Darren, don't be afraid. So what if you used a curse?"

I don't care. So what if Harry Potter's brother uses a curse?

"Go ahead and insult me ​​if you dare! I'll protect you, brother! Forget about all those Ministry of Magic rules!"

Harry said angrily.

He tried his best to comfort Darren.

Darren lowered his head and shook it.

Finally, he said somberly, "I'm sorry, brother, I can't let you face those things, so..."

Darren suddenly chuckled softly.

He continued, "So, brother, you don't need to tell others that you have a younger brother like me anymore, it's too embarrassing."

I shouldn't have shown up anyway; I'm just a jinx who always brings trouble to others.

"You're not, Darren, you're not!"

Harry seemed to have sensed something.

He tried his best to comfort Darren.

But Darren had already stepped into the Fiery Inferno.

The raging fire almost instantly engulfed him.

Harry rushed in without thinking.

However, the raging flames did not harm him in the slightest.

Darren's voice rang out again; he seemed to be in some pain, but he still smiled and said, "Brother, you can't take the hurt... Professors, cough, this is probably..."

It's still very good.

"Cough cough, my Fiery Curse, cough cough, it really does seem... not to hurt anyone..."

His voice was extremely cheerful.

It's like they've wanted to do this for a long time.

Harry was extremely worried after hearing Darren's words.

Because Darren was already exhausted.

He kept coughing, his voice growing softer and softer.

"Darren, where are you? Darren, speak up!"

Harry anxiously searched for Darren amidst the Fiendfire.

Because Fiery Blaze doesn't harm his nature, he searches for Darren with even less restraint.

However, as he searched, Darren's voice gradually faded away, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

"Darren, make a sound! Tell me where you are!"

"Darren!"

"Are there any professors here? Please, please save Darren!"

Where is Headmaster Dumbledore?

"Darren, where are you?"