Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

"I'm Tyke, Tyke Montague. I... I want to challenge you..."

He spoke haltingly.

Then he was about to say that he conceded.

But before he could get the words out, Darren, who had just displayed such terrifying power, awkwardly shook his head and said the three words: "I concede."

"Ah?"

Tyke stared at Darren in confusion.

With Darren's strength, how could he possibly concede?

"Are you looking down on me?"

Tyke was a little angry.

Although Darren conceding made it seem like he had won, he did not want to win like that!

"No, no, no!"

Darren hurriedly shook his head. He gave a shy smile and said softly, "I can't control my strength. Once I use it, it'll..."

He glanced at Malfoy.

Tyke understood.

Once it was used, it was practically like killing someone. It really could not be used casually.

But Darren should not be the one conceding, no matter what.

The strong were the ones who should be standing here.

"No, I heard you all say earlier that you wanted to choose a stronger prefect.

"That way, if someone bullied you, they could help. But... but I can't. If I show up, it's easy to beat someone to death... so..."

He lowered his head guiltily.

Clearly, he was terribly upset that he could not help.

[Ding, Paternal Points +20]

[Ding, Paternal Points +30]

[Ding, Paternal Points +10]

[Ding...]

In just a few sentences, Darren had gained more than 300 Paternal Points.

Although each person had not contributed much, everyone clearly acknowledged him.

They were just still a little afraid of him.

When most of them stepped down after Darren conceded, they moved farther away from him.

They were terrified of making him angry.

Making someone else angry might earn them a few spells.

Making this guy angry meant one punch could kill them!

Darren sighed dejectedly and stood at the very back, all alone like a pitiful little thing.

Snape stared at his figure in silence for a while before finally saying coldly:

"Darren Potter will have a dormitory to himself. No one else is allowed to enter his dormitory without permission!"

That little brat had offended Malfoy.

He had watched Draco grow up. Though the boy was not rotten to the core,

he was certainly no kind-hearted person either.

Besides, Darren had shattered Draco's Amulet. Perhaps Lucius's lessons would bring the next retaliation.

He could not keep an eye on Malfoy every moment.

And Darren could not possibly unleash that power whenever he wanted.

Dumbledore had told him about that power.

An Obscurus.

A Controllable Obscurus.

But Dumbledore had also told him to try his best—indeed, to absolutely never let Darren use that power again.

Who knew whether this unknown power might become a death sentence?

Therefore, he absolutely could not let that little brat use that power again!

Cassandra's Targeting

At Snape's words,

all of Slytherin breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not just Snape who did not want them sharing a dormitory with Darren. They did not want to share one with him either.

Who knew whether this guy might get angry one day and punch them to death?

Their families did not have an Amulet like the Malfoys'.

Snape curled his lip and waved his hand, signaling for the remaining matches to continue at once.

He noticed that the boy's eyes were practically closing.

In the end, Cassandra took the position of first-year prefect.

Snape gave her a completely emotionless glance, then waved his hand for her to lead the first-years away.

Only then did Darren notice that Cassandra had also entered Slytherin.

Of course. This was Slytherin's Cassandra.

It was perfectly normal for her to be here. It would have been strange if she were not.

Darren yawned.

He followed behind all the new students toward the dormitories.

Tyke, at the very back of the group, was so scared that he walked on trembling legs, afraid Darren would punch him.

Darren curled his lip.

Did he really look that violent?

He was just sleepy now.

He did not want to spread his paternal radiance.

He only wanted to lie in bed and sleep.

After picking a dormitory, he dove headfirst beneath the bed curtains and fell asleep.

At seven the next morning,

Darren stretched as he walked out of his dormitory.

The moment he rounded the corner, he found that every Slytherin first-year was already ready, all of them sitting blankly in the common room.

"Hmph, we were all waiting for you!"

Malfoy said irritably.

He had not wanted to wait for Darren with the other students, but Cassandra had refused—and even pressed her wand to his head.

He had been so frightened that he had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender and decide to give in for once.

"Sorry, I got up late!"

Darren hurriedly apologized awkwardly.

He truly had not expected Slytherin to attend classes together.

"It's not late. From now on, everyone comes out after seven!"

Cassandra said in a fairly gentle tone.

Aside from Darren, all of Slytherin had experienced her temper last night.

She was even colder than Senior Becky.

And she attacked without a word.

Her spellwork was extremely practiced.

She was practically like a third-year female academic prodigy.

What people criticized even more was her coldness.

She showed no kindness to anyone.