Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

He had acted this much like a saintly father, and they still wouldn't let him off?

I Understand, I Understand

But there was nothing he could do.

When you were under someone else's roof, you had to bow your head.

After all, just like Voldemort, the original owner of this body had grown up in an Orphanage.

He had also been abused by the director and bullied by the other children.

The difference was that Voldemort had magic to fight back, while the original owner had been a Squib and lost his life.

But he quickly realized that Dumbledore probably had not been testing him, or rather, he had not intended to test him before handing over the wand.

After all, he did not have a wand right now, and Dumbledore only had this Elder Wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Darren softly recited the spell at a silver ornament on Dumbledore's desk.

He felt a surge of energy flow out through the wand, and the silver ornament gently floated up at his command.

Whether it rose high or low was entirely up to his thoughts.

With the wand in his hand, he felt like a god.

"Perfect! If this were a class, I would definitely award you twenty points!"

Dumbledore smiled and applauded.

He accepted the wand Darren returned without hesitation, and the smile on his face grew more genuine.

How wonderful.

This child was just as he appeared to be. He neither craved power nor feared it.

But if that was truly the case, then what was going on with this Obscurus?

Could it have been caused by Lily being given those experimental drugs while she was pregnant?

Not only had Lily been tortured by the Death Eaters back then.

Later, in order to save Lily, Snape had used many potions and spells.

That had turned Lily's single pregnancy into twins.

They had worried that something might go wrong at the time, and they had not known who the additional child was or what his circumstances were.

Now, it seemed that extra child had been Darren.

And the consequence was that Darren had become a Controllable Obscurial.

Perhaps that was a good thing?

When Darren used magic, Dumbledore had indeed not sensed the evil, dark power of an Obscurus. Instead, he sensed an orderly, cautious, powerful force.

Perhaps this was Darren's Obscurus.

It was also the kind force Darren had spoken of.

"Child, I cannot draw a conclusion about you. All I can do is trust your intuition. This is a Controllable Obscurus.

"So congratulations, child. You may have turned misfortune into fortune and obtained the controllable power that a friend of mine pursued all his life."

Dumbledore spoke with a sigh.

A trace of sorrow showed in his blue eyes.

Darren guessed that this friend was probably Dumbledore's close friend, Grindelwald.

He had heard those two had even been lovers?

Tsk!

Were soft, sweet girls not better?

After silently mocking Dumbledore's taste in romance, Darren once again smiled "shyly."

"I have known of its existence since I was little. It has never made me feel that it was evil; it has only made me feel warm. I believe that whenever I am in danger, it will definitely come out to protect me!"

The boy smiled gently.

His calm demeanor soothed Dumbledore, who was still somewhat worried.

Dumbledore was speechless.

After a long while, he smiled. "All right, child. If that is the case, then I should take you to the Hospital Wing. I imagine Minerva and Madam Pomfrey must be getting anxious.

"Oh, right. Madam Pomfrey is the doctor at the Hospital Wing. We need to examine your wounds. I learned from Mrs. Linda that you nearly died."

Dumbledore's tone gradually turned solemn.

He truly had not expected Darren to have lived such a life.

He had even nearly died before they found him.

At the thought of such a kind and adorable child losing his life, quietly leaving them without anyone ever knowing, even Dumbledore, who had seen life and death countless times, could not help feeling weighed down.

"Professor, it should not be too serious. Kenli did not do it on purpose... All right, I will go with you."

[ Ding, Paternal Points +20 ]

Darren put on a kind and magnanimous expression. Only after seeing Dumbledore's disapproving look did he awkwardly change his words.

Yet he was utterly puzzled when he accepted the Paternal Points.

Why was it still so little?

Could it be because Dumbledore was the only one here?

Never mind. He would study it later.

Darren shook his head and laughed inwardly as he looked at Dumbledore's somewhat stern expression.

Well, that child named Kenli would probably receive a little retaliation from Dumbledore.

Tsk, he still could not quite forgive that guy!

When Dumbledore brought him to the Hospital Wing, Darren was greeted by the embrace of a kindly woman.

"Oh my, so this is Darren. He really is adorable, but... who bandaged your wounds?

"So crude... unbelievable, Muggles really are... It has become infected..."

The woman anxiously placed Darren on the hospital bed and pressed him down, muttering in a low voice without pause. Even Dumbledore beside her lowered his voice considerably.

"Poppy, this child's wounds..."

"Albus, this child's wounds have split open. Did neither you nor Severus notice his condition?

"And he needs plenty of rest and nutrition. His body is extremely weak right now!"

Madam Pomfrey shouted.

Dumbledore gave Darren an apologetic look.

Neither he nor Severus had thought of Darren's wounds.

"I am sorry. Severus and I were careless," Dumbledore apologized again.

"No, only you failed to think of it!"

Snape's chilling voice came from nearby.

Then, he took out several bottles of potions and handed them all to Madam Pomfrey.

"You went to brew potions?"

Dumbledore asked in surprise.

He truly had not expected Snape to be willing to brew potions for Darren.

After all, Darren's injuries were not a serious problem in the Wizarding World. Madam Pomfrey would have been enough.

Yet Snape had specifically returned to brew potions and bring them over.

"Excellent potions. They can replenish nutrition and accelerate wound recovery. Severus, you even added Moonpetal Grass!"

Madam Pomfrey cried out.

Snape avoided her gaze and said stiffly, "I merely had some left over from brewing potions and did not want to waste it, so I added it."

"I understand, I understand!"

Madam Pomfrey snickered, unscrewed the potion's cap, and handed it to Darren.

P.S. I made a poll about which house the protagonist should enter. Everyone can go take a look; in the end, the house with the most votes will be chosen.

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Darren accepted the potion Madam Pomfrey handed him, leaned forward to smell it, then cautiously took a sip.

It was not as bitter as it had been described in the original work. Instead, it had a rich, mellow taste.