Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

St. Mungo's Hospital was as bustling as Diagon Alley.

The injuries people sustained here were all rather bizarre.

Darren even saw a wizard with antlers on his head come in, asking if he would die if he simply cut them off.

There were also people running around, twisting their waists in exaggerated motions.

"Oh, please, make me stop, I'm going to die of exhaustion, I really am going to die!"

Hiss!

Who knows what kind of magic this was, so tragic…

[Ding, sensing a scene influenced by the Holy Father System near the host, a temporary mission is now issued:

Eavesdrop on Madam Longbottom's conversation with the doctor, then go to the hospital's payment counter and deposit the 30,000 Galleons given by Becky into the Longbottoms' account.

And say, "I'm just an insignificant ordinary person, please don't publicize my appearance, thank you."]

[Ding, after completing the mission, you will receive Voldemort's bloodline (some of Voldemort's bloodline was quietly lost on the night of torturing Lily), does the host accept?]

Ah, this?

He wasn't too concerned about the 30,000 Galleons.

He was mainly astonished by Voldemort's bloodline.

What's this about the night of torturing Lily?

He remembered Dumbledore saying that Lily was captured and tortured by Death Eaters.

How was Voldemort involved in this?

And… lost bloodline?

No, why is he a little confused?

Are the remaining details something Darren can see without paying?

[Accept!]

Although shocked, Darren quickly accepted.

He looked around.

Naville's grandmother should be around here.

"Naville, go talk to your mom and dad."

Just as Darren was anxiously searching, he heard a familiar name.

He looked in the direction of the voice.

Sure enough, he saw Naville and his grandmother.

Madam Longbottom was already very old.

Her face was covered in wrinkles, and her mouth turned down, making her look unapproachable.

She was currently instructing Naville to go into the ward first, while she stayed outside to talk to the doctor.

While Becky was looking for the doctor's office, Darren quietly crept over to listen.

"Madam Longbottom, the medical fees are not enough again… Yes, yes, I know they did it for the wizarding world… The hospital is not a charity hall… Alright, please find a solution as soon as possible."

The doctor hurriedly left.

Madam Longbottom lowered her head and sobbed loudly, then quickly regained her previous expression and calmly walked into the ward.

"Let's go, what are you looking at here?"

Becky grabbed Darren's clothes and pulled him out of the eavesdropping corner.

Darren shook his head.

He was just lamenting that there were even people in the wizarding world who couldn't afford medical treatment.

Especially the heroes of the past.

No wonder Naville's first wand was his father's.

The official explanation was that he wanted to be like his father, but it was probably because his family was too poor.

Although the Longbottom family was considered one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, only Naville's uncle Algie was left to support the family.

And he also had to support two siblings living in St. Mungo's, brother and sister-in-law, which was clearly unsustainable.

He wasn't in a hurry to donate money to the Longbottom account right now, Becky was with him.

This Slytherin girl was already suspicious, if he donated in front of her, she might think he was showing off, which would be counterproductive.

Although he was showing off, it was still 30,000 Galleons!

He didn't want to be judged that way.

"We're here, this is it. I've arranged for Mr. Parscott to examine you. Mr. Parscott is also my uncle, a famous physician at St. Mungo's!"

Becky's tone was somewhat boastful.

Darren secretly rolled his eyes.

He followed Becky into Mr. Parscott's office.

There was only one patient left here. After seeing them come in, he quickly stood up and left.

"Oh, noble Miss Greengrass, I'm very glad you're here!"

Parscott happily greeted Becky when he saw her, seeming to want to hug her, but Becky frowned and dodged.

"Parscott, I hope you can be serious, there's an outsider here."

She pulled Darren out from behind her.

Darren smiled "shyly" at Parscott.

"Oh, I wonder which family's young master is able to make Becky so concerned?"

Parscott lightly touched Darren with his wand, while teasing Becky.

Becky snorted and replied, "It's none of your business," and then focused her gaze on Darren.

"Well, other than being a little malnourished, he's very healthy. The other tests would have to touch the magical core, which would require this gentleman's consent."

Parscott smiled and put down his wand.

He knew Becky's personality, she wouldn't stay with any wizard who wasn't pure-blood.

So this young gentleman should be a young master from some family.

He didn't dare to casually touch the magical core of these noble young masters, otherwise he would be sued into bankruptcy by these nobles.

"Are you sure?"

Becky raised her voice.

Parscott ignored her.

How could his professional judgment be inaccurate?

"How could it be like this?"

Becky frowned and muttered.

But she didn't say anything, said goodbye to Parscott, and walked out with Darren.

"Little brat, as your future senior, I'll give you a piece of advice:

Don't tell anyone about your experience this time, especially don't say you've been hit by the Killing Curse, forget about it, understand?"

Except for Harry Potter, no one can survive being hit by the Killing Curse.

Harry Potter protected the wizarding world, and Dumbledore hid him away, allowing him to be safe and sound.

But this little brat won't be so lucky.

If people find out about his situation, he might disappear from the wizarding world tomorrow.

"I'll deal with that guy as soon as I get back. Just don't let it slip, or it's not my fault if you lose your life, hmph!"

Chapter 31: Donating to the Longbottoms

Darren nodded perfunctorily, he really didn't expect this Miss Becky to actually give him advice.

Although every word she said wasn't pleasant, it was indeed for his own good.

Even though he wasn't afraid at all.

Seeing that Darren understood, Becky breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she said arrogantly and disdainfully:

"It's really tiring to talk to you, you annoying little brat.

Hmph, don't even think about me becoming friends with you, the friendship of the Greengrass family isn't so easily obtained!"

Becky's tone contained a strong displeasure.