Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Although there are currently only two young masters left, the amount of Galleons Master James left behind is too little.

It almost cried when it went there a few days ago.

Are its poor two young masters going to live such a poor life?

"Patchy, did I order too much? I'm sorry, I was thinking about how many people are good to me, and I haven't given them gifts yet.

This is the first time I've tasted such delicious cake, I want to give some to Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Snape... for them to try.

Also, Patchy, I don't know who you are, but you must be a very kind elder to me.

Although I am sometimes said to be a bit foolish, you are too good to me, and I can't ignore your kindness to me.

I'm sorry, Patchy, forgive me for comfortably enjoying your kindness to me."

Darren lowered his head, his eyes already red.

He seemed to be trying his best not to shed tears, so as not to make the house-elf in front of him think too much.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining Saint Value +100]

Darren accepted the Saint Value with confusion.

Something's not quite right?

Last time, when he was alone with Dumbledore, he often received 25 Saint Value.

He thought at the time that it was because there was only Dumbledore around, which is why he only received 25 Saint Value.

But now there is only Patchy beside him, so logically it should also be 25 Saint Value, but the result is actually 100.

Could it be that the amount of Saint Value gained doesn't depend on the number of people, but perhaps on how much you move others?

The words he said moved Patchy especially, so that's why there's so much?

Very possible.

Darren was thoughtful.

He just sneered at Dumbledore in his heart.

This old man looks particularly moved by him on the surface, but in reality, although he is moved, it's only on the surface.

Obviously, this old man is hard-hearted, or perhaps he hasn't found the old man's emotional trigger point yet?

Darren expressed his contempt for Dumbledore.

Disgusted with this old man!

In a while, he will add some Dungbombs to Dumbledore's cake!

Of course, even though he has a lot of bad ideas in his heart, on the surface he is still the little boy pretending to be strong.

Patchy was extremely moved in her heart.

"Sob!"

Patchy sniffed hard, moved, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"Oh, Master Darren is so kind, Patchy is just a house-elf who is about to be buried, and Master still remembers to buy Patchy cake, Patchy is so touched..."

Patchy said while crying.

It felt that it hadn't actually been that good to Master Darren, it was just following the old master's instructions to come and take care of Darren.

But Darren actually remembered to buy it cake, even if it was using the money it took out.

Master Darren even said that it was good to him, like an elder…

Wuu wuu wuu.

Patchy felt that even if it died now, it would die without regrets.

Darren really didn't expect that a house-elf crying would be so shocking.

He thought that the description of house-elves in the original book was a bit distorted. Obviously, Patchy was very clean, very polite, and had its own personality.

But…

Now, looking at Patchy crying like a tearful person, Darren only felt goosebumps all over his body.

"Don't, don't cry…"

Darren stuttered and sincerely comforted.

Please don't cry, if you cry again, he really won't be able to keep up the act.

Patchy, if you continue like this, I won't dare to collect Saint Value from you in the future!

ps: Slytherin 14, Ravenclaw 12, the others remain unchanged

Chapter 18 Meeting Griphook

After finally appeasing Patchy, Darren remembered Hermione and Mundungus.

"Master is so kind, still remembering that Muggle man and his daughter."

Patchy couldn't help but sigh, and continued, pressing the recorder on her waist:

"Patchy sent the man named Mundungus to Mr. Dumbledore's office. Mr. Dumbledore said he was very grateful to Master, and he would handle this matter properly.

That's for sure. If it weren't for Master, there would have been a terrible Muggle attack here. Thanks to Master's chivalrous action, this disaster was avoided."

Patchy looked at Darren with admiration, her big eyes almost shining.

Darren looked away slightly guiltily.

Ah, this…

If he hadn't been involved, this accident might not have happened.

"Cough, it's not as exaggerated as you said, I just made a small contribution.

And it looks like a blunder. If I hadn't appeared, it might have been better…"

But Patchy obviously didn't think so.

It proudly raised its hand and exclaimed exaggeratedly:

"No, this must be a murder case!

My master is the kindest child in the world. He stopped a riot, and he is still so humble. He can even apply for the World Peace Prize!"

"Don't, don't say anymore…"

Darren looked at the people around him who were attracted by Patchy's gaze, feeling embarrassed all over, wishing he could dig a Hogwarts out of the ground with his toes.

He felt that the creature called a house-elf was simply his nemesis.

Patchy obviously didn't get Darren's idea.

It was still immersed in praising its master.

"Master Darren, you are the greatest young wizard in the world. When you grow up, you will be the second Dumbledore!"

"…"

Darren silently covered his face and moved away from this house-elf who was blowing him out of proportion.

If I have sinned, please let Merlin punish me!

"Okay, Patchy, I need to buy a wand now. Can you help me send all these cakes back first…"

Darren sighed and called out.

Forget it, forget it, he didn't want to know the follow-up.

He was afraid that he would die socially in Diagon Alley today.

Patchy followed happily, took the cake from Darren's hand, and disappeared in place after Apparating.

Although it appeared again in the next second, it still made Darren breathe a sigh of relief.

At least Patchy's mood has calmed down now.

"Master, before buying a wand, we may need to withdraw some money. Patchy has spent all the money she brought."

Patchy said guiltily.

There are not many Galleons in the old Potter family mansion, only some property deeds and shampoo recipes are left.

If they want Galleons, they need to run a factory themselves.

Or rent out those lands.

But Patchy didn't think of this before. What a useless Patchy.

Patchy raised her hand and wanted to punish herself, but Darren stopped her with quick eyes and hands.

"Okay, Patchy, you are already very good. I don't understand anything. I will need your help in the future. Don't learn from other house-elves and punish yourself!"

That would make him, this saintly father, seem a little too fake.

Saving others outside, and letting his own house-elf punish itself at home.

The persona will collapse!