Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

Give up!

Her gaze was heavy.

She did not deserve to accept such selfless love.

A Slytherin upperclassman could never accept a confession from a Muggle-born wizard!

Even if it moved her deeply.

This was a display of a clear mind.

Darren naturally saw her warning, as well as her kindness and apology.

But... he had no idea what she was talking about!

What had she said to him in the hospital wing...

What had she said?

When had she said it?

How was he supposed to answer?

Not knowing the question, he did not dare speak carelessly.

Darren could only guiltily glance past Becky's face, planning to find a chance to ask Becky about it later.

The boy looked somewhat guilty.

When she questioned him, he did not even dare meet her eyes.

Clearly, her words had not persuaded him.

Or rather, his feelings for her had already gone beyond love.

That made sense. If it were merely affection, how could he have used his life to shield her from harm?

But it truly would not work.

His Muggle-born status, the ideas he had proclaimed in public, the difference in their ages.

Even if he were a Pure-blood, Becky understood that they could never be together.

Much less when he was merely a young wizard born to Muggles.

Since it was impossible, she should not give him hope from the very beginning!

"I'll only say this once. From now on, try to stay away from me, whether you agree or not!"

Becky closed her eyes and spoke somewhat cruelly.

After saying that, she turned and left, not even daring to look into the boy's eyes.

Those sparkling green eyes would probably fill with tears, wouldn't they?

It was her fault.

She should have noticed long ago.

Darren was dumbfounded.

Hadn't things been fine just now?

She had even given him medicine.

Why did she suddenly tell him to stop following her?

Had this young lady's tsundere syndrome flared up again?

Or was it because he had not submitted to her?

Ugh, Slytherin upperclassmen were so troublesome!

Darren shook his head helplessly.

If he stayed too far away from this Slytherin upperclassman, he was worried he would not be able to trigger missions.

But thinking of the system's capabilities, he chose to trust it.

After all, they were both at Hogwarts. They should not be too far apart. It was just triggering a mission.

Easy.

If she wanted him to follow her less, then he would follow her less. This upperclassman had such a strange temperament that he did not really want to stay too close to her anyway!

Darren stretched lazily in the compartment without a care.

Just as he was about to get up and find Harry, the train's loudspeaker sounded:

Students, the train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes.

Please change into your robes and leave your luggage on the train. We will deliver it to the school for you.

Uh.

Why had they arrived so quickly?

He felt like he had barely spent any time on the train.

Everyone said the Hogwarts train was incredibly slow, so why had it arrived before he even noticed?

Darren scratched his head helplessly.

He had genuinely planned to talk to Harry and study what exactly made the protagonist different from everyone else.

But now, they could only meet again at Hogwarts.

Still, Harry probably did not know his name yet.

Not just Harry—even Becky and Malfoy did not know Darren's name.

To create a sense of shock for Harry, Darren had deliberately not introduced himself to anyone else.

This really was...

He had hidden himself so well that even his own people did not know his identity.

Cassandra?

The train stopped.

It was a dark, tiny platform.

All the students had to get off here.

Darren looked around the platform, then saw a lantern swing above his head.

Then a huge figure stood beside him.

He had to crane his neck just to see the man's face.

He was an enormously tall man, his face covered by a chaotic mass of beard that hid most of it.

The hair at the back of his head was equally unkempt, making him look somewhat fierce.

Hagrid!

Darren curiously touched Hagrid's clothes. With such a massive body, how much fabric did it take to make them?

"First-years, first-years, over here!"

Hagrid did not notice Darren touching him at all.

He craned his neck over the crowd and called with a smile, "Harry, come over here! How are you?"

The place was packed with people, and almost no one noticed Hagrid's voice.

Only Darren heard it.

Thinking that pretending not to hear at a time like this definitely would not suit his persona,

he hurriedly stood on tiptoe and looked toward the direction of Hagrid's voice.

At the same time, he grabbed Hagrid's clothes to keep the surging crowd from squeezing him aside.

"Harry? Is that my brother? Where is he? Where is he? Slow down, everyone! Don't squeeze my brother!"

[ Ding, Paternal Points +30 ]

Hagrid froze, only then noticing Darren clinging to his clothes.

He knew Harry had a younger brother, but he had never expected to meet him under such circumstances.

What an adorable little fellow.

Even Hagrid, who believed Harry was the best, had to admit that this child was beautiful.

"You're Darren, right? It's good to meet you, but Harry probably can't look after you right now. He's already gone ahead, so you need to hurry too!"

He gently patted Darren's arm.

Darren was nearly sent flying by the pat.