Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

It wasn't just Darren who was stunned; even Kreacher at the door was dumbfounded.

He stood outside the door, not entering, but he could see the mountain of Knuts, Sickles, and Galleons.

This was being called poor?

If this was poor, what was Kreacher's life savings of one hundred Galleons called?

Pocket money?

Kreacher silently turned away.

Foolish house-elf!

"Master Darren, don't worry. Before long, the Potter family's business will spread throughout the magical world of Britain.

Although Patch is old, she once helped the old master manage the business. Patch will definitely make the two young masters rich!"

Ah, this!

Darren was shocked.

House-elves were definitely reliable butlers!

And they were passed down through generations, loyal and devoted.

Serving the grandfather, then the grandson, and now they even had to go out and earn money to support him and Harry.

Why didn't Harry take Dobby back then?

Let Dobby work for him!

If he had taken Dobby, wouldn't he have become rich long ago?

He wouldn't have hesitated to buy a Firebolt in his third year.

Of course, it might also be because Dobby was too unreliable; it felt like there was something wrong with Dobby's brain.

To prevent Harry from getting hurt at Hogwarts, he simply injured Harry himself.

The so-called, 'If I can't solve the enemy, then I'll solve you, so the enemy can't solve you.'

With that kind of thinking, he wouldn't dare let Dobby follow him easily.

Harry was probably scared by Dobby.

Of course, in the end, Dobby died at the hands of Bellatrix while trying to rescue Harry.

He repaid Harry for the freedom Harry had given him with his life.

But that's not the point. The point is, he's about to become even richer!

"Patch, you're really too good. I've never seen such a good house-elf like you.

I grew up in an orphanage, and although I think I'm doing pretty well, no one has ever been so kind to me like you.

So, when you're managing the business, you also need to take care of your health and come see me more often. I already miss you before you've even left.

And although Galleons are important, you must be safe.

I'd rather spend my whole life guarding this little bit of Galleons than lose a senior like you!"

Darren sadly pointed to the pile of Galleons on the ground, using it to show that he would rather be poor for life than lose a good elf like Patch.

Before finding a replacement for Patch, Patch was his most important private property!

[Ding, Saintly Value +100]

"Oh, Master Darren, you are truly the kindest person in the world. No one is more compassionate and lovely than you.

But you don't know, the current Galleons are too few, too few. I can't bear to see you suffer. I will earn more Galleons for the young master while taking care of myself.

Patch will definitely make Master Darren the richest child in the world!"

ps: The original book doesn't mention exactly how much money Lily and James left behind, so the author has exaggerated a bit.

Chapter 20: Wand Shares

Patch wiped away her tears and screamed in excitement.

Kreacher outside the door became even more silent.

He shouldn't be here; perhaps he should be under the cart.

Suffering?

Kindness?

Kreacher recognized both of these words, but why did they sound so disgusting coming from their mouths?

Clearly, the elf and the human inside were saying something earth-shattering, but Kreacher felt no emotion. He even wanted to laugh a little.

But he held back.

"Is it ready? The cart is almost out of time!"

Kreacher urged.

The urge to vomit had already filled his mind. If these two didn't finish soon, he was afraid he would go in and drag them out.

He hoped that in his professional career, he would never hear the words 'poverty' and 'kindness' again.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly became allergic to these two words.

Darren followed Patch's advice and withdrew ten thousand Galleons, thirty thousand Sickles, and a number of bronze Knuts from Gringotts.

He also spent a Galleon at Gringotts to buy a wallet with a permanent space charm.

Only then, under the malicious gaze of Kreacher, did he drag Patch, who was still marveling at how well Master Darren could manage his money, out of Gringotts.

Darren almost covered his face as he fled from Gringotts.

Thinking of the surprised looks that many people in Gringotts had given him just now, Darren felt like he wanted to leave this planet.

He clearly wanted a good reputation, but watching Patch spare no effort to introduce his kindness to everyone, he was so embarrassed that he almost cried.

He must have raised Patch's favorability too high, causing Patch to now be completely a Potter fan.

"Alright, Patch, we need to go buy a wand!"

Darren interrupted Patch's behavior, which seemed to be about to proclaim his great deeds to a passerby again.

"Yes, Master Darren!"

Patch happily carried Darren's wallet, catching up with Darren's pace.

"Patch is very happy to serve Master Darren!"

"Ye, I know."

Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Founded in 382 BC.

It is the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.

This store is quite famous in Europe.

It is also a place that every protagonist in fan fiction must visit.

"Good afternoon."

A soft voice said.

Darren looked up and saw an old man standing in front of him.

He had a pair of silvery-white eyes.

The look in his eyes seemed to be shining.

"Hello!" Darren replied politely.

"Oh, when Dumbledore told me that Harry Potter had a younger brother, I knew you would appear here."

Ollivander carefully examined Darren's face and continued in a nostalgic voice:

"Your hair and eyes are almost exactly like your mother, but your mouth shape is like your father's. His smile was always very handsome.

Everything is like yesterday... I'm too old and always like to reminisce about the past.

Child, no one is like you, so curious to listen to me ramble. They always think I'm crazy."

Ollivander sighed softly.

Darren "obediently" blinked his eyes and grinned: "I don't think you're crazy. I really like listening to you say these things."

Because he could write another chapter.

Ollivander shook his head.

"Your mother chose a ten and a quarter inch, willow wand, a good helper for casting spells.

Your father chose an eleven-inch mahogany wand, the best choice for Transfiguration.

Of course, I say they chose the wand, but in reality, the wand chooses the wizard. Here, you will find your wand..."

Ollivander stopped speaking, his gaze turned to Patch, who was waiting behind Darren.