Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System, Section 18

It was not just Darren; Griphook at the door was even more dumbfounded.

He stood outside without coming in, but he had also seen that mountain of Knuts, silver coins, and Galleons.

This could actually be called poor?

If this was poor, then what did Griphook's entire fortune of one hundred Galleons count as?

Pocket money?

Griphook silently turned around.

Stupid House-elves!

"Little Master Darren, don't worry. Before long, the Potter family's business will spread throughout Britain's Wizarding World.

Peeves may be old, but she once helped the old master manage the family business. Peeves will definitely make the two young masters rich!"

Well, damn!

Darren was stunned.

House-elves were absolutely the most dependable stewards!

And their service was passed down through generations; they were utterly loyal.

After serving the grandfather, they served the grandson. Now she was even going out to earn money to support him and Harry.

Why hadn't Harry taken Dobby in back then?

He could have made Dobby work for him!

If he had taken Dobby in, wouldn't he have gotten rich ages ago?

Then he would not have been reluctant to buy a Firebolt in his third year.

Of course, perhaps it was because Dobby was too unreliable. It felt like there was something wrong with Dobby's brain too.

To keep Harry from getting hurt at Hogwarts, Dobby had simply hurt Harry himself.

If I can't deal with the enemy, then I'll deal with you. That way, the enemy won't be able to deal with you.

With that kind of thought process, Darren would not have dared let Dobby follow him casually either.

Harry had probably been scared stiff by Dobby.

Of course, in the end, Dobby died at Bellatrix's hands while rescuing Harry.

He repaid the freedom Harry had given him with his life.

Of course, that was not the point. The point was that Darren was about to become even richer!

"Peeves, you're truly too good. I've never seen such a wonderful House-elf as you.

I grew up in an Orphanage. Although I think I lived fairly well, no one has ever treated me as kindly as you have.

So while you're managing the business, you must take care of yourself too. Come see me often—I already miss you before you've even left.

And although Galleons are important, you must stay safe. I'd rather spend my entire life living off this tiny pile of Galleons than lose an elder like you!"

Darren sorrowfully pointed at the heaps of Galleons on the ground, showing that he would rather be poor for life than lose such a wonderful elf as Peeves.

Before he found an elf to replace Peeves, Peeves was his most important private property!

[Ding, Paternal Points +100]

"Oh, Little Master Darren, you are the kindest person in this world. No one is more merciful and lovable than you.

But you do not know that these Galleons are far, far too few. I cannot bear to see you suffer. While taking care of myself, I will earn more Galleons for you.

Peeves will definitely make Little Master Darren the richest child in the world!"

P.S.: The original work never mentioned exactly how much inheritance Lily and James left behind, so the author exaggerated a little.

Wand Shares

Peeves wiped away her tears and let out an emotional shriek.

Griphook outside the door fell even more silent.

He should not have been here. Perhaps he should have been under the cart.

Suffer?

Kindness?

Griphook clearly knew both words. Why did they feel so disgusting when they came out of those two mouths?

The person and elf inside spoke with such heartfelt emotion, yet Griphook felt nothing at all. He even wanted to laugh a little.

But he held it in.

"Are you done? The cart's time is almost up!"

Griphook urged them on.

The urge to vomit had already filled his mind. If those two did not finish soon, he was afraid he would have to go in and drag them out himself.

He hoped he would never hear the words "poor" and "kindness" again in his career.

For some reason, he had suddenly become allergic to those two words.

Following Peeves's suggestion, Darren withdrew ten thousand Galleons, thirty thousand Silver Sickles, and an unspecified amount of Bronze Knuts from Gringotts.

He also spent one Galleon at Gringotts to buy a wallet enchanted with permanent space magic.

Only then did he drag Peeves—who was still marveling at how well Little Master Darren knew how to live—out of Gringotts beneath Griphook's malicious gaze.

Darren practically fled Gringotts with his face covered.

Thinking of the astonished looks so many people in Gringotts had given him just now, Darren felt like leaving this planet.

What he wanted was a good reputation, yet seeing Peeves spare no effort in introducing his kindness to everyone, he was so embarrassed he nearly cried aloud.

He must have raised Peeves's favorability too high, causing Peeves to become a complete Potter fan.

"Alright, Peeves, we need to go buy wands!"

Darren interrupted Peeves just as she seemed about to proclaim his great deeds to another passerby.

"Alright, Little Master Darren!"

Peeves happily carried Darren's wallet and caught up with him.

"Peeves is happy to serve Little Master Darren!"

"G-Got it."

Ollivanders Wand Shop.

Established in 382 BC.

It was the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.

This shop was quite famous throughout Europe.

It was also a place every protagonist in fanfiction had to visit.

"Good afternoon."

A gentle voice spoke.

Darren looked up and saw an old man standing before him.

He had a pair of silvery-white eyes.

They seemed to sparkle as they looked at Darren.

"Hello!" Darren replied politely.

"Oh, when Dumbledore told me that Harry Potter had a younger brother, I knew you would appear here."

Ollivander carefully studied Darren's face and continued in a nostalgic voice:

"Your hair and eyes are almost exactly like your mother's, but the shape of your mouth resembles your father's. His smile was always very handsome.

It all feels like yesterday... I am too old. I always like reminiscing about the past.

Child, no one is as curious as you are about listening to me ramble. They always think I'm eccentric."

Ollivander sighed softly.

Darren blinked "obediently" and grinned. "I don't think you're eccentric. I like hearing you talk about these things."

Because this could pad out another chapter.

Ollivander shook his head.

"Your mother chose a ten-and-a-quarter-inch willow wand, an excellent helper for casting magic.

Your father chose an eleven-inch Mahogany wood wand, the best choice for Transfiguration.

Of course, I say they chose their wands, but in truth, the wand chooses the wizard. Here, you will find the wand that belongs to you..."

Ollivander fell silent, his gaze turning toward Peeves, who was waiting behind Darren.