Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

Under the nobles' questioning, they could not even come up with any arguments.

They stammered on about how hard they worked.

What a joke.

Pure-blood wizards worked hard too.

Not all pure-blood wizards spoiled their children like Malfoy.

They advocated elite education even more.

The strong were respected.

Their internal struggles were even more apparent.

They were merely hidden beneath Slytherin's false facade, making them less obvious.

How could such Slytherin believe that pure-bloods and Muggle-borns were equal just because of your casual remark about equality of life?

Yet Darren's words shook Becky.

Yes.

Darren was right.

Beside the powerful, they might not even count as ants.

More than a decade ago, when she was only five, she had met that person.

He killed people at the slightest disagreement.

He did not care which family or which person he killed.

He acted solely according to his own preferences.

Back then, they had been no different from Muggle-born wizards.

They were all equal.

But that was precisely why she had kept working hard.

She wanted to break that rule and become someone like him.

Since Muggle-born wizards and pure-blood wizards were equal before the powerful, then she would become one of the powerful!

Becky's golden eyes shone brightly.

Then she suddenly flashed a brilliant smile.

She walked over to Darren, held out both hands, lifted her chin, and said proudly:

"My name is Becky, Becky Greengrass. Pleased to meet you!"

Slytherin acknowledged capable companions.

Darren, who had been disappointed by Malfoy's poor combat ability, nearly laughed in delight when he saw Becky's outstretched hands.

Aha.

Wasn't this another opportunity?

He tilted his head in confusion, as though surprised by Becky's reaction.

But he did not extend his hand in return. Instead, he regretfully took a step back, pondered for a moment, and sighed.

"Miss, I'm not very pleased to meet you, because you're like this gentleman—you put pure-bloods above all else. And I'm not pure-blood, so I'm sorry!"

Apology showed in his eyes.

He truly was sorry for behaving so rudely.

He had rejected a beautiful lady's offer of friendship.

But he did not regret it.

"How can people be divided into high and low, noble and base?"

He sighed softly.

He firmly believed that life was equal.

So perhaps he could not be friends with her!

[ Ding, Paternal Points +50 ]

[ Ding, Paternal Points +70 ]

[ Ding, Paternal Points +20 ]

[ Ding, Paternal Points +30 ]

[ Ding... ]

Darren practically grinned as he accepted all those Paternal Points.

So many.

It felt amazing.

Especially that last line—an almost overwhelming flood of Paternal Points had rushed toward him.

Though it was not as much as Peeves had given him, there were simply too many people!

In just a few sentences, he had gained nearly a thousand Paternal Points.

Including the two hundred he had gained from Peeves last night, he now had over twelve hundred Paternal Points again.

The only sad thing was that, after rejecting Becky to look cool, he had turned and left, so he could no longer keep gaining Paternal Points.

Darren silently regretted it. If he'd known, he would have shamelessly lingered there a little longer...

[ Ding, a scene where the Paternal System can act has been detected near the host. A temporary mission is now issued:

Use your body to shield Becky Greengrass. After being hit by a spell, awkwardly tell her, "Don't flatter yourself. I was just one step too slow!" ]

[ Ding, upon completing the mission, receive one Bloodline Lottery draw. Accept mission? ]

What the hell?

Hadn't he already run away?

Why was there still a mission involving Becky?

Darren scratched his head in confusion, only to see Becky approaching him step by step with a stern face, wand in hand.

She looked exactly like a female warrior carrying a huge blade.

Was this girl coming to beat him up?

And it looked like there was danger too?

Still...

[ Accept ]

Bloodline Lottery

When Becky extended her hand in friendship, she had never imagined she would be rejected.

Especially when she was so beautiful, one of Slytherin's renowned beauties.

Although her fierceness over the past few years had earned her the nickname of the Tyrant Flower, no one could refuse the attention she offered of her own accord.

Yet just as she was brimming with confidence, Darren dealt her a crushing blow.

She, the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family, had been rejected by a Mudblood?

Forgive Becky's shallowness.

She believed that anyone capable of saying something like equality of life had to be a Muggle-born wizard. Even someone with a little mixed blood could not say such things.

It was precisely because of this that Becky became even angrier.

What right did a Mudblood have to be so arrogant?

He had actually rejected her friendship!

Compared to him, even Bess Greengrass seemed much more agreeable.

Watching Darren stride away proudly after rejecting her, Becky was furious and chased after him with her wand in hand.

She was not done with this brat today.

If she could not become friends with him, then she would use her Cherry wood wand to blow this brat's head apart!

Of course, Becky would not do something like using magic on a brat who had not even enrolled at Hogwarts yet.

But just as she was about to catch up to Darren, she suddenly saw him stop and frown at her.

Becky grew even more annoyed.

Was she really that irritating?

Why was he looking at her like that?

Still, she held herself back and asked arrogantly: