Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

But...

In an instant, Darren was filled with strength.

He raised his fist and smashed it hard at Malfoy.

"Apologize to my brother! You're not allowed to insult my brother!"

Malfoy did not even have time to react before a fist landed squarely on his head.

Then he flew through the air. When he hit the ground, he heard a sharp crack.

This... the Protective Charm his family had given him had shattered.

"Potter is trying to kill me!"

Malfoy scrambled to his feet and screamed in terror.

Darren froze.

It took him a long while to recover. The Obscurus was incredible!

It had actually shattered Malfoy's Protective Charm with a single punch.

Come to think of it, if Malfoy had not had the Amulet, would he have killed him?

Darren hesitated at the thought.

But then he immediately realized that if Malfoy had not had a Protective Charm, he probably would not have been so arrogant as to stand before Darren and practically beg to be beaten.

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Potter, a small internal conflict has taken place here. Therefore, Slytherin will lose ten points! And there will be one week of detention!"

Just as Darren was hesitating over whether to step forward and show Malfoy his paternal side, Professor Snape's sarcastic voice came from behind him.

He quickly turned around, lowered his head guiltily, and said as his eyes gradually reddened, "I'm sorry, Professor. I hurt Malfoy... You, you should expel me!"

He turned his back and wiped his eyes, as though he were crying.

[Ding, Paternal Points +80]

Seeing Darren like this, Draco Malfoy felt much less afraid than before and said gleefully, "Potter, you're finished. You might have to pack your things and slink back home!"

Darren nearly laughed at his expression.

Silly child.

This was called advancing by retreating.

Making the younger brother of the famous Harry Potter drop out of school? Dumbledore was not senile yet, and Snape certainly had not been bitten by a snake.

He was merely showing weakness, making it clear that he had not done it on purpose.

Yet this guy had jumped out looking like some villain.

By comparison, Darren guessed that any thought Snape might have had of letting Malfoy off because his Protective Charm had shattered was now gone.

Sure enough.

After Malfoy finished speaking.

Snape's cold eyes turned toward him.

He said sarcastically, "It seems young Mr. Malfoy has not realized his mistake. Detention!"

Darren noticed that Malfoy's expression looked as if he had eaten shit.

He almost felt sorry for the little villain in front of him.

Malfoy asked in confusion, "Sir, Potter nearly killed me!"

"Very well. Two weeks of detention, plus a letter. A letter to Lucius. Yes, I will write it myself. If he learns that you were so reckless..."

I Admit Defeat!

"No!"

Malfoy blurted out, looking at Snape pleadingly.

If his father found out that he had recklessly provoked someone, like a stupid lion actively begging to be beaten, he might be beaten to death.

Snape smiled with pleasure.

He seemed to snort.

He murmured, "It is necessary! And two weeks of detention!"

Malfoy wilted.

Dejected, he went to stand to one side with Darren.

Darren nearly laughed out loud.

But there were too many people around, so he quickly held it back.

Still, his body trembled twice.

Snape's deep gaze rested on him for a moment. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately fell silent.

He turned away and swiftly led the group of Slytherins toward the underground common room. His wildly billowing black robes reflected his foul mood.

The Slytherin students were so frightened that each lowered their heads and dared not speak. They could only silently follow the fluttering hem of his robes toward the common room.

They suspected Professor Snape was going to punish them.

Sure enough.

The moment Snape entered the common room, he pulled out his wand.

He stood in the very center of the room, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone.

That sinister look made them all certain that if they made a sound in the next second, they might be met with a Killing Curse.

"Hmph!"

Snape sneered, then said loudly, "Stupid, disunited, and even after the professor arrived, not one of you explained what had happened. The prefects failed to set an example as well...

Every Slytherin student will copy the Slytherin House Rules one hundred times. I will collect them myself, one by one. If anyone dares rely on their family background and refuse to write them... Hmph!"

That single scoff ended the subject.

Not one person dared to invoke their family background and object.

Clearly, Snape held immense authority in Slytherin.

Perhaps because he had not expected anyone to dare contradict him, after finishing that matter, Snape brought up another issue.

"The prefect selection begins now. We will start with the first-years. Once the selection is complete, the first-years may return early to sleep!"

Snape said coldly.

Darren wanted to laugh.

This guy had clearly noticed that Darren was sleepy, which was why he said that. Darren had heard that Slytherin had never had such a rule before.

Yes, newly added this year.

"First-year students, gather here!"

Becky called out, raising her wand.

Darren shuffled over.

The other students around him all kept at least a meter away.

At first, they might have wanted to mock the younger brother whom the famous Harry Potter did not like.

But after witnessing Darren's punch, they had finally woken up.

This guy was a freak.

A fist capable of shattering a Protective Charm was not something they believed they could take head-on.

"Darren, go up first!"

Becky said to Darren.

The strength Darren had displayed just now had truly shocked her.

But this guy was strong. She was very satisfied!

She lifted her chin and looked at the other first-year students. "Tyke, you will challenge Darren!"

Tyke was a black-haired boy.

When he heard Becky's words, he nearly cried.

Remembering the power of Darren's fist, he desperately wanted to say he did not want to go, but he did not dare.

So he could only walk forward with heavy steps.

He felt that the sympathetic looks from his classmates were like they were looking at his grave.