Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

Bess looked at the boy before her and frowned imperceptibly.

As a Pure-blood aristocrat, and a beautiful Pure-blood Slytherin lady,

Bess had been pursued by countless young men.

They appeared before her in all sorts of ways, trying to catch her attention.

Even that little Malfoy brat from earlier had merely changed his approach.

She hated such methods of pursuit, yet she had no way to say so, because it would make her seem arrogant and conceited. After all, the other party had never actually confessed to her.

Over time, she had become somewhat fierce.

Especially whenever someone offended her, she could draw her wand at the fastest speed and easily make them lie on the ground.

Logically speaking, her reputation had already spread throughout Hogwarts. No one would be foolish enough to provoke her, which was why she had attended that ball.

Who would have thought that no wizard her age would invite her to dance? In the end, a little brat like Malfoy, who had not even enrolled yet, insisted on dancing with her.

Becky knew that he might simply have been spoiled at home and acted willfully. He might have liked her invitation, but more than that, he wanted to show off.

To show off that he could invite her, Slytherin's reigning beauty, to dance.

After she rejected him, he began finding trouble with her in every possible way.

She was not afraid of this Malfoy at all.

This guy only knew how to talk big. If she had not been avoiding a Muggle's touch earlier, Malfoy would never have been able to touch her.

And if Malfoy had not suddenly brought up her family, she might have already left by now.

But even so, she would not make a move here. After school started, she would teach Malfoy a profound lesson.

She would make him understand that not all Pure-bloods were like those two idiots, Crabbe and Goyle!

What she had not expected was that, just as she was about to leave, a little brat as young as Malfoy came over.

He even said a whole lot about how Pure-bloods were not superior to others.

Childish!

How could Pure-bloods not be superior?

Pure-blood families possessed foundations that Muggle families did not, nobler status, and assets that Muggles lacked.

Why could Pure-bloods not be superior because of that?

Becky thought angrily.

She thought that if this boy had come to curry favor with her, then he had picked the wrong person!

She was the eldest daughter of Greengrass.

Slytherin's reigning beauty.

She would never be moved by someone with such views!

Becky's expression turned cold as she looked icily at Darren.

She would make this little brat understand that the glory of Pure-bloods could not be insulted!

Especially a little brat like Darren, who was obviously not raised in the Wizarding World!

Perhaps he was even a Muggle-born Mudblood.

The thought made Becky furious.

She should never have wasted her breath arguing with Malfoy here and drawn the attention of this sort of brat.

Just thinking about his identity made her sick!

But before she could coldly rebuke this little brat, who might enter foolish Hufflepuff or reckless Gryffindor, she heard Malfoy already begin mocking him disdainfully.

"I think Hogwarts is truly awful. Every year, it admits Mudbloods like you who come from Muggles.

Filthy and stinking. I bet you're still wearing Muggle clothes under those robes, aren't you?

Hurry up and crawl back to your Muggle world. Maybe you can find some Muggle girl there just like you."

Malfoy drew out his words, speaking in a contemptuous, arrogant tone as he looked mockingly at Darren.

Seeing Darren's seemingly absent-minded eyes, he continued with disdain, "Pure-bloods will always be nobler than Muggle-borns!"

Malfoy's words pulled Darren's thoughts back to reality.

Looking at Draco in front of him,

he rolled his eyes.

There was no doubt that life was equal.

But Half-blood and Muggle-born wizards were clearly stronger than Pure-blood wizards.

Did this guy not know that Voldemort's mother was a Squib and his father was a Muggle? By that logic, Voldemort was a Mudblood too!

Hadn't he still trampled all those Pure-bloods beneath his feet?

How hilarious. Had all these Pure-blood wizards been played by Voldemort?

Paternal Points Surge

But he was currently just an ordinary child who had not enrolled yet, so naturally he "couldn't" know those things.

The system had not issued a temporary mission either.

It seemed he could only handle this himself.

So he smiled fearlessly, stood before Draco, and said calmly,

"Of course life is equal. A Muggle-born wizard and you, standing before the strong, are both nothing more than ants.

When you crush an ant, do you look at which family it came from?

So you look down on me from your imagined high position, yet you cannot produce any proof that my life is inferior to yours. Doesn't that make your behavior laughable?"

[Ding, Paternal Points +80]

[Ding, Paternal Points +50]

[Ding, Paternal Points +70]

[Ding, Paternal Points +20]

[Ding...]

Huh?

Darren was stunned.

Seeing so many Paternal Points pour in, he nearly cried out.

This was too unbelievable, wasn't it?

Logically, he should only be able to move others and gain Paternal Points when he helped them.

But he could gain Paternal Points by talking back to Malfoy too?

Uh...

Was Malfoy asking to be insulted?

No, no, no. It should be the onlookers. Many of them were Half-blood or Muggle-born wizards.

That was why this had happened.

Did those people think he was helping them?

Darren grew slightly excited. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to curse Malfoy out viciously.

But remembering his Paternal persona, he gave up on that idea.

Only when both sides went back and forth could it count as a conversation.

If he spoke alone, it would easily give people the impression that he was bullying Malfoy. Then it really would be hard to explain.

Darren tried hard to suppress the upward curl of his lips, eagerly waiting for Malfoy to argue back.

That way, perhaps he could gain countless Paternal Points.

He looked at Malfoy expectantly.

Come on, hurry up and debate with me!

Rather than pressing his advantage, the boy simply stood where he was and waited for Malfoy to think of a counterattack.

His gaze was tolerant. Though there was some coldness in it, there was even more reprimand for an immature child, making people subconsciously reflect on what he had said.

Becky was no exception.

Before Darren said those things, she had disliked him, thinking he was merely seeking attention.

Anyone could lightly say that life was equal, but that was all they would say.