I Obtained the Paternal System at Hogwarts

Such a bloody scene, coupled with Darren's miserable state, left an even deeper impression on everyone.

Slytherin had killed someone!

Greengrass of Slytherin had killed someone!

Madam Pomfrey was startled when she saw Becky's condition.

The moment she felt the train shaking, she had begun checking each carriage for the injured.

Later, when she heard that Slytherin had killed someone, she had assumed there was internal conflict within Slytherin.

She had never expected that Darren would be the one in trouble.

"Oh, my child, who fired that gun? Thank goodness I'm here. If this had happened among Muggles, you'd be dead!"

Madam Pomfrey said angrily, waving her wand.

Such a good child—why was he always getting hurt?

"The shooter was a Werewolf. I already killed it!"

Becky said, pursing her lips.

Looking at Darren's wound, she clenched her fists.

She had said this guy was a little fool, and he had even thought she was wrong.

Heh, what normal person kept taking injuries for someone else?

Thinking of the fanatical look the boy had shown earlier, as if he were looking at some priceless treasure, Becky suddenly understood everything.

This boy liked her!

That was right. Only because he liked her would he have shielded her from death twice.

If that wasn't love, then what was?

But...

It was absolutely impossible!

The Greengrass family would never agree to let her marry a Muggle... an ordinary young wizard.

Besides, she was already sixteen, while this little brat was only eleven.

There was such a huge age gap between them.

By the time he grew up, perhaps he would no longer like her.

Becky found countless excuses in her heart for why they could not be together, then quickly forced her gaze to turn cold as she looked at Darren.

"Consider it another life I owe you. I'll repay it!"

"Don't think that saving me again means you can climb your way into the Greengrass family."

"Some people are beyond your reach. I advise you to know your place!"

"..."

Becky whispered into Darren's ear, but Darren... Darren did not hear a single word.

He was eagerly watching Madam Pomfrey heal his wound.

Healing magic in the Wizarding World was clearly far more impressive than an ordinary hospital.

Madam Pomfrey dealt with the wound on his back in just over ten minutes, though it had already healed quite a bit by the time Becky carried him over.

Perhaps if he waited a little longer, he would recover completely.

"The bullet is out. Drink the medicine."

Madam Pomfrey handed him a bottle of potion. It seemed to be the same kind Snape had brought over last time.

"Here. If you don't want to spend the beginning of term in the Hospital Wing, drink it!"

Madam Pomfrey stared firmly at Darren, clearly expecting him to drink it right there.

Darren's head hurt the moment he saw the potion. The last time he drank a bottle, he had slept for three days and missed nine temporary quests. He really did not want to drink it.

"Don't worry, child. At worst, you'll sleep another three days. Maybe that will teach you the meaning of cherishing your body!"

Madam Pomfrey sounded somewhat displeased. This child was always hovering at death's doorstep. As a doctor, she truly could not stand it.

"Hurry up and drink it. Don't test a doctor's patience!"

Poison?

Before Madam Pomfrey could force it down his throat herself, Darren finally took the initiative and drank the potion.

Sure enough, it was the same kind Snape had brought last time.

It tasted good, and its effects were excellent.

After he drank the potion, Madam Pomfrey checked his body once more with her wand and said with a smile:

"All right, child. You can leave the hospital now. Of course, if you want to stay here, you may."

"No, no. That would be too much of a waste of medical resources!"

Darren hurriedly refused the invitation.

How was he supposed to farm Paternal Points if he stayed in the hospital?

When he returned to the carriage, all the bloodstains and such had already been cleaned up.

Even the Werewolf had been taken away somewhere. In any case, the carriage was completely empty.

He subconsciously looked toward the corner.

A little girl had been lying there before.

Now, she too had vanished without a trace.

"No need to look. When something like this happens, Slytherin always chooses to protect itself first."

Becky took a cup from her luggage, then tapped it with her wand. A strange, glowing green liquid appeared inside.

"Drink it!"

She pushed the cup toward Darren.

Darren looked at her doubtfully.

Was she trying to kill him?

"Poison. Drink it, and it'll burn through your guts and kill you!"

Becky snorted coldly.

Darren relaxed. It should be fine, then.

Still, when he picked it up, he asked the system about it.

[ Ding. A secret healing potion of the Greengrass family. It replenishes blood and accelerates healing, among other effects. ]

Hmm, this girl really was a tsundere.

Darren tipped his head back and gulped it all down.

Unexpectedly, it was not bitter.

He had not expected potions in the Wizarding World to all taste so good.

Becky froze.

She had thought she would need to threaten him, perhaps even explain what kind of potion it was, before Darren would drink it.

Who would have thought that after she called it poison, Darren would still drink it just like that?

Did he trust that she would never poison him, or...

Love really was harmful.

She fell silent for a while before looking at Darren again.

This little brat looked much better now. At least the pale face he had worn from his injuries had completely disappeared.

In its place were rosy cheeks and sparkling green eyes.

A single ahoge stood stubbornly upright from his red hair, making people unable to resist wanting to pat it.

Hmm, the little brat was fairly cute.

Only...

"You should have understood what I said to you in the Hospital Wing!"

Becky said solemnly.

She did not want this little brat to fall in love with her.

Life only came once. He should not use his life for such things.

Besides, no matter how much of his life he gave, she could never become his lover.