Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

Would they pull out their wands the moment they heard she was a Muggle-born female wizard, cast a spell on her, or smack her over the head with one?

And she was also worried about her father, Mr. Granger.

Mr. Granger had clearly endured far more malice from the Wizarding World than she had.

He was furious about what he had encountered in the Wizarding World.

For the sake of his precious daughter, he had held it in all the way here.

But just now, a stinking man pretending to be an aristocrat had mocked him, and he had finally lost his temper and spoken up in protest.

How could just anyone dare to mock him?

As a dentist of considerable status and standing in the outside world, Mr. Granger could not bear such humiliation.

These arrogant, conceited wizards!

If Hermione did not need to attend school here, he would not even have wanted to set foot in this filthy, run-down place.

Yet after speaking, he had a moment of regret.

These wizards had all sorts of bizarre methods. Just moments ago, he had seen a wizard with toad-like lumps swelling across his face.

Would this wizard turn him into something like that too?

Just as his mood reached rock bottom, a small figure stepped in front of him.

"...Take it out on me... Even ordinary people aren't someone you can bully however you like!"

Oh my God!

He was just a child, seemingly around Hermione's age.

How could he be so brave?

"Hermione, this may be one of your future classmates. Are all your classmates this righteous?"

Mr. Granger asked in amazement.

Hermione shook her head.

How could that be?

Even at the school she had attended since childhood, there had been good children and bad children. How could everyone at Hogwarts possibly be like this?

Although she did not know Darren, she thought there probably were not many people this righteous.

After all, when Darren stepped in front of them, he did not even have a wand.

He was a first-year student.

Clearly, he was afraid too, yet he did not retreat in the slightest.

Perhaps she could become classmates with someone like him over the next seven years. At that thought, much of Hermione's anxiety about the future seemed to fade.

Naturally, Darren had no idea what Hermione and Mr. Granger were thinking.

He had just claimed the title Never-Lost Wand and securely equipped it.

Though he felt the reward was not especially good, he had waited so long for it to refresh.

He still needed to cherish it properly.

His expression remained calm, but he had no idea that Mundungus, standing opposite him, was cursing internally.

He had merely mocked a Muggle in passing, yet that Muggle had actually mocked him back.

And just as he had been preparing to let the matter drop and turn away, this little brat had stood in front of him, saying that even ordinary people were not there for him to bully.

Shit!

Where had Dumbledore found this little brat?

Why was he so meddlesome?

Even though he had planned to let it go before, now he was a little unwilling to do so.

Mundungus did not want to earn a reputation for being scared off by a first-year!

"Little brat, do you know who I am?"

Mundungus said in a gloomy voice.

Darren shook his head.

He did not know. He truly did not know.

He was only here to play the saintly father.

"Our family has a tradition. We chop off the heads of disobedient children and use them as decorations for our murals!"

Mundungus gave Darren a sinister look, appearing terrifying.

"Ah!"

"A murderer!"

Hermione and Mr. Granger were both frightened by him.

Mr. Granger knew little about the Wizarding World. He had only had a brief conversation with Professor McGonagall, who had come to their home earlier to inform Hermione about preparing for school.

He had learned that more than a decade ago, the wizarding world had erupted into a great war, and a group of criminals had killed anyone they saw.

He had not wanted Hermione to attend this school, but that stern lady had assured him that with Dumbledore at Hogwarts, no one would dare act recklessly.

Furthermore, if Hermione did not attend a magic academy and learn to use her magic, it might very well spiral out of control as she grew older.

That was why Mr. Granger had decided to send Hermione here.

But now, he was truly afraid.

How could the Wizarding World still have people like this?

Killing children and hanging their heads on murals.

Though it sounded like something meant to frighten children, combined with what Professor McGonagall had told him, Mr. Granger completely believed it.

This wizard might be a murderer!

Oh God!

The wizarding world was too terrifying. He could not let his child attend school here!

He had to leave, immediately!

Losing control was still better than being murdered!

Hermione was equally pale with fright.

In her eyes, this wizard appeared to be threatening Darren, but in truth, he was threatening them.

After all, her father had offended this man first.

Darren had only stepped in because he could not stand by and watch.

But what were they supposed to do?

Should they apologize to this murderer?

Would he forgive them?

Why didn't the wizarding world's prisons arrest all of them?

[Ding, detecting an opportunity for the Paternal System to shine. A temporary mission is now being issued. Take one step forward with a pale face and say in a trembling, frightened voice:

Sir, then kill me, but don't kill them, okay? I'm willing to die in their place.]

[Ding, upon completing the mission, you will receive Mundungus's Thieving Ability. Does the host accept the mission?]

What?

What did he need a thieving ability for?

And this man before him was Mundungus?

The thief from the original story?

Chapter 15: If I Am Guilty

Darren carefully examined Mundungus before him.

Unshaven, somewhat short and stout.

Bowlegged, with long, messy hair.

When he lowered his head to look at Darren, his swollen, bloodshot eyes appeared particularly frightening.

From up close, Darren could also smell the strong, nauseating stench of smoke and alcohol mixed together on him.

Previously, Darren had only thought that his ragged clothes and the way he used an umbrella as a cane made him look like a down-and-out aristocrat.

But looking at him now, he had probably stolen someone else's umbrella.

Though this guy had been loyal to Dumbledore in the original story and had helped Harry a few times, his character was terrible. He stole Sirius's belongings and indirectly caused Moody's death...