Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

Darren scratched his head, looking a little bewildered.

He had not been delusional!

From beginning to end, he had never said he wanted to be friends with her. He had even rejected her offer of friendship before!

This young lady was really too tsundere.

He needed to make this clear.

But...

"Alright, I won't delude myself into thinking I can gain the Greengrass family's friendship."

Darren nodded firmly.

He was not the kind of person who would pester someone endlessly.

This young lady could rest assured.

Becky opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she merely turned around irritably and walked ahead.

This little brat was far too stupid!

What she had said was meant to make the little brat apologize to her, yet he had actually taken it seriously.

And even promised her again.

Honestly...

He was stupid to death!

"Miss Greengrass, before we leave St. Mungo's, may I use the restroom?"

Seeing Becky preparing to leave, Darren hurried after her and asked.

His tone was even more distant, making Becky feel terribly uncomfortable.

Yet she could not say anything.

After all, she had been the one to tell Darren not to dream of gaining her friendship.

But she could not bring herself to take back her words for the sake of a little brat, so she could only nod angrily and say in a sarcastic tone:

"That's what Muggle-born brats are like. I hope to see you outside St. Mungo's soon!"

"Oh!"

Darren nodded.

He did not care about Miss Greengrass's tone at all.

He had helped this girl because of the system mission, and he had never intended to get along with her.

She could do whatever she wanted.

As long as she let him complete his missions, that was enough.

Only after Becky's figure disappeared down the corridor did Darren hurry toward the hospital payment counter.

A sign above it read:

Support for Galleons, Silver Sickles, Bronze Knuts, pounds sterling, and US dollars.

Support for Gringotts transfers.

Loans available; interest negotiable.

A young woman sat behind the counter.

When she saw Darren, she immediately looked at him inquisitively and asked gently, "Child, are you looking for someone?"

"No, no, no. I'm here to pay someone's fees. Hello, this is Miss Becky Greengrass's Gringotts key.

There are thirty thousand Galleons inside. Please transfer all the Galleons in it into Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom's account."

Darren took out the small key from his pocket and handed it to the woman.

"Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom?"

The woman opened the registry and checked it, then nodded. Looking at the little key in her hand, she tossed it into the air, and it vanished.

Darren jumped in fright, thinking the woman had taken advantage of his young age to embezzle his thirty thousand Galleons.

Just as he was about to throw himself onto the floor and scam her for one hundred thousand in compensation, he heard her patiently explain:

"That was a Thestral. It will quickly deliver the key to Gringotts, withdraw the Galleons, and bring them back."

A Thestral?

Was that not the animal only people who had seen death could see?

St. Mungo's actually used such creatures to withdraw money...

When he had seen Gringotts transfers before, he had thought the Wizarding World had the internet.

Who knew...

He had been overthinking it.

Still, the Thestral was quite fast. Or perhaps St. Mungo's was simply not far from Gringotts.

Before long, a bag dropped from the air onto the woman's desk.

"Very good, exactly thirty thousand Galleons. Shall I transfer all of it?"

"Yes, transfer all of it."

Darren nodded.

If he did not transfer it all, he would not get the reward!

"Alright, it has been transferred. Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom's account balance is currently 28,001 Galleons.

They have been behind on payments for a long time. If they still don't pay, even if Dumbledore comes, he'll have to take them away."

"Is that so... Then how many Galleons do Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom usually spend in a month? How long will these remaining Galleons last?"

Darren asked hesitantly.

"Let me see. They spend around five hundred Galleons a month.

Recently, Old Mrs. Longbottom requested the newest treatment plan, which increased the monthly cost by two hundred Galleons. The remaining Galleons should last a little over three years.

Oh, right, child, you're making a donation, aren't you? Should I inform Old Mrs. Longbottom?"

"No need. Thank you for your help. I'm just an ordinary little brat, so please don't publicize what I look like!"

Darren smiled and waved, leaving the counter.

He turned back to look at the ward where Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were staying for a while, sincerely hoping that the system would issue another mission like this in three years.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for perfectly completing the mission. You have obtained Voldemort's bloodline and Transfiguration talent +2.]

Voldemort's bloodline: Turbid Slytherin bloodline. Upon fusion, grants master-level Parseltongue and Voldemort's complicated gaze. Automatically fused upon acquisition.

What?

Darren nearly cried out.

Had the system gone mad?

Harry had only possessed a fragment of Voldemort's soul, yet Dumbledore had still schemed for him to take a trip through King's Cross Station.

As someone who had inexplicably obtained Voldemort's bloodline, he was afraid Old Deng would directly finish him off with an Avada...

[System, how about you take this reward back?]

[Ding, the system requests that the host refrain from being unreasonable.]

Darren: "..."

How was that being unreasonable?

That was emergency risk avoidance!

But no matter how many reasons he gave, the system did not respond again, coldly refusing him.

Darren sighed and accepted the other reward issued by the system.

Transfiguration talent +2.

His Transfiguration talent had previously been 4, and it had now reached 6.

That counted as the level of an ordinary student, right?

By the time school started, he would exchange some more Paternal Points for talent points and raise his Transfiguration to 10.

As for why he would not raise it any higher?

Of course, it was because he wanted to maintain the image of an ordinary, unremarkable little genius who stood on equal footing with everyone else!

If he was too outstanding, no one would be jealous of him.

But if he was only a little outstanding, everyone would be especially jealous of how he was treated, and he would have many more chances to display the radiance of a paternal figure.

He knew the difference between one full meal and being full every meal.