Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Only then did he look up.

He saw Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore talking seriously, but Dumbledore shook his head.

He also saw Professor Quirrell with a ridiculous turban on his head, his back facing him, talking to a greasy-haired, hook-nosed professor.

But that professor wasn't listening at all.

His eyes were full of disgust as he looked at him.

"Ouch!"

Harry rubbed his forehead.

"What's wrong?"

Percy asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing."

Harry shook his head.

The pain came and went in an instant.

The only thing he remembered was that pale-faced professor probably hated him very much.

"Who is that professor talking to Professor Quirrell?"

"That's the Potions professor, Professor Snape of Slytherin House. He likes to deduct points from Gryffindor. I hope you don't get caught doing anything wrong."

Percy shrugged and said.

Harry looked up at Professor Snape again for a while, but that professor was no longer looking at him.

Harry turned back, feeling hungry again. He wanted to take another piece of pudding, but found that everything on the table had disappeared.

Dumbledore stood up.

"Well, now that everyone is full, let me announce some precautions:

First-year students are forbidden from entering the Forbidden Forest, as are students of other years.

Mr. Filch asked me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridors.

Finally, I remind everyone that anyone who does not want to die tragically or encounter accidents should not approach the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Harry laughed, only to find that only a few people were laughing like that.

"Now, let's sing the school song!"

Dumbledore waved his hand, and strips of golden ribbon flew out of his wand, twisting into words above the dining table.

"Ready, sing!"

ps: This article is set that Harry is not a bad person, but it is difficult for a reckless little lion to think of these.

Chapter 47: Potter Killed Someone

It was not easy to finish singing the school song.

Harry stumbled along behind the Gryffindor students.

His eyes were almost too sleepy to open.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Darren in Slytherin House.

He was drooping his little head at this time, being pulled forward by the Slytherin female student president.

Harry was a little unhappy, but he was too sleepy and forgot why he was unhappy.

Staggering back to the dormitory, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

… …

Darren was also very sleepy at this time.

He kept rubbing his eyes with his hands, one yawn after another.

He was being pulled forward crookedly by Becky.

"Cheer up, there will be prefect elections later!"

"I'm not participating..."

Darren said quickly.

He didn't want to be a prefect.

If he became a prefect, it might waste a lot of his time as a saint.

"No, every student has to participate. Professor Snape will be watching personally. Anyone who doesn't participate will be confined for a semester!"

Ah?

Isn't it?

In the novels he read in his previous life, Gryffindor didn't have prefect elections!

Even if Slytherin is stricter, it shouldn't be that not participating would result in confinement, right?

But looking at the expressions of the people around him, it was clear that Becky wasn't scaring him.

"But, but I can't... magic..."

Darren opened his mouth in a daze.

He only learned Wingardium Leviosa, a levitation charm...

"You can't do magic! ?"

Becky was stunned.

Impossible, right?

After getting the book and wand, didn't this guy try a few spells?

Darren blushed.

He had been grinding quests these past two days, where did he have time to read!

"Yes, sorry..."

He lowered his head "embarrassedly" and pursed his lips guiltily.

Becky wanted to say something to him, but she held back her venomous tongue when she saw him like this.

Finally, she frowned and said, "Then you go up and punch them one by one, knocking them down with your fists!"

What?

Let him, a little saint, do such an unrefined act?

No!

If he really had to fight, he felt it was better to find someone to establish his authority and then solve all the troubles at once.

Who should he choose?

Unsurprisingly, Darren noticed Malfoy eavesdropping nearby.

Ah ha!

It's you!

"Don't!"

Darren blurted out, he tried to raise his voice and said, "I, I have been strong since I was a child... I'm afraid of hurting them..."

"Pfft, hahaha, you're killing me, Harry Potter's brother actually says he's been strong since he was a kid.

Hahaha, then punch me and let me see how strong you are!"

Draco Malfoy walked closer laughing wildly.

He looked at Darren with disdain.

Darren's fist suddenly itched a little.

But he still held back.

He showed a generous smile and said, "You don't know, I don't blame you, but I'm really good, I..."

"Hahaha, look at this Potter bragging, kid, you're probably more cowardly than your brother!"

He laughed loudly, and many Slytherin students around him also laughed.

Darren lowered his head and chuckled quietly.

Hehe, soon you will know that I am really a saint.

[System, use one thousand saint points to exchange for an Obscurus for one minute]

He had gained a lot of saint points today, and after using one thousand, he still had more than eight hundred.

He can afford it!

It's just a bit of a waste to use this one minute of Obscurus on a fist.