Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

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Bess frowned almost imperceptibly as she looked at the boy in front of her.

As a pure-blood aristocrat, and a beautiful Slytherin pure-blood lady.

Bess had been pursued by countless young men.

They used all sorts of methods to appear in front of her, trying to get her attention.

Even that Malfoy brat just now was just using a different method.

She hated such courtship methods, but couldn't say it out loud, because it would make her seem arrogant and conceited, after all, the other party hadn't confessed his feelings.

Over time, she became a bit fierce.

Especially if the other party offended her, she could definitely draw her wand at the fastest speed and easily lay him on the ground.

Logically speaking, her reputation had spread throughout Hogwarts, and no one dared to offend her without opening their eyes, so she went to that ball.

Who would have thought that no male wizard of her age would invite her to dance, and as a result, Malfoy, a little brat who hadn't even entered school yet, insisted on dancing with her.

Becky knew that the other party might just be spoiled and willful at home, and his invitation to her had some affection, but more of it was to show off.

Showing off that he could invite her, the Slytherin overlord flower, to dance.

As a result, after being rejected by her, he started all sorts of troubles for her.

She wasn't actually afraid of this Malfoy at all.

This guy only knew how to talk big on the outside, and if she hadn't dodged a Muggle's touch just now, Malfoy wouldn't have been able to touch her at all.

Moreover, if Malfoy hadn't suddenly mentioned her family, she might have already left at this point.

But even so, she wouldn't make a move here, she would give Malfoy a profound lesson after school started.

Let him understand that not all pure-bloods are like Crabbe and Goyle, those two idiots!

What she didn't expect was that when she was about to leave, a little brat as young as Malfoy came up to her.

And said a lot of things about pure-bloods not being superior.

Naive!

How could pure-bloods not be superior?

Pure-blood families have a background that Muggle families don't have, a more noble status, and assets that Muggles don't have.

Why can't pure-bloods be superior?

Becky thought a little annoyed.

She thought, if this boy was here to curry favor, then he was wrong!

She, the eldest lady of the Greengrass family.

The overlord flower of Slytherin.

Would never be moved by someone with such a theory!

Becky's face turned cold, and she looked at Darren coldly.

She wanted to let this little brat know that the glory of pure-bloods must not be violated!

Especially someone like Darren, who, at first glance, you could tell hadn't grown up in the magical world!

Perhaps he was even a Muggle-born mudblood.

Thinking of this, Becky even started to get annoyed.

She shouldn't have wasted her breath with Malfoy here, which attracted this kind of little brat.

She even felt disgusted just thinking about his identity!

But before she could coldly scold this little brat who might enter the foolish Hufflepuff, or the reckless Gryffindor, she heard Malfoy already start to mock disdainfully.

"I think Hogwarts is really terrible, every year it recruits Muggle-born mudbloods like you.

Dirty and smelly, I think you might even be wearing a Muggle outfit under your robes, right?

Hurry back to your Muggle world, maybe you can find a Muggle lady like you there."

Malfoy drawled out his voice, speaking disdainfully in an arrogant tone, he looked at Darren with sarcasm.

Looking at his seemingly absent-minded eyes, he continued to say contemptuously: "Pure-bloods will always be nobler than mudbloods!"

Darren's thoughts were pulled back to reality by Malfoy's words.

Looking at the arrogant guy in front of him.

He rolled his eyes.

There was no doubt whether life was equal or not.

But it was obvious that half-blood and Muggle-born wizards were stronger than pure-blood wizards.

This guy probably didn't know yet that Voldemort's mother was a Squib, and his father was a Muggle, so Voldemort was a mudblood!

Didn't he still step on them pure-bloods under his feet?

Laughing to death, weren't these pure-blood wizards all being played by Voldemort?

Chapter 28: Saintly Value Soars

But he was now an ordinary child who hadn't entered school yet, so naturally he "couldn't" know those things.

The system didn't send a temporary mission either.

It seemed that he could only solve it himself.

So he smiled fearlessly, stood in front of Draco, and said calmly:

"Life is of course equal, Muggle-born wizards and you stand together in front of the strong, and are just ants.

When you crush an ant to death, do you still look at which family it comes from?

So you are now looking down on me with self-righteous arrogance, but you can't produce evidence to prove that my life is lower than yours, then wouldn't your behavior be laughable at this time?"

[Ding, Saintly Value +80]

[Ding, Saintly Value +50]

[Ding, Saintly Value +70]

[Ding, Saintly Value +20]

[Ding...]

Huh?

Darren was stunned.

Looking at so much Saintly Value coming in, he almost cried out.

This was too incredible, right?

Logically speaking, he should be able to move others and gain Saintly Value when he helps them.

But now he was mocking Malfoy, and he could also gain Saintly Value?

Ah, this...

Malfoy needed to be scolded?

No, no, no, it should be those people watching. Many of them were half-blood or Muggle-born wizards.

So this effect was created.

Those people felt that he was helping them?

Darren got a little excited, he now couldn't wait to scold Malfoy severely.

But thinking of his saintly persona, he still gave up this idea.

There must be give and take to be considered a conversation.

If he was the only one talking, it would easily give others the impression that he was bullying Malfoy, and then it would be really unclear.

Darren tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his mouth, expecting Malfoy to quickly argue back with him.

That way, perhaps he could gain countless Saintly Value.

He looked at Malfoy expectantly.

Quick, let's debate together!

...

The boy didn't press his advantage, but just stood there waiting, waiting for Malfoy to think about how to counterattack.

His eyes were tolerant, although there was some coldness, but more of it was reprimanding an ignorant child, making people even subconsciously recall the things he said.

Becky was the same.

Before Darren said these words, she hated Darren, thinking that he was trying to gain attention with empty words.

Anyone could lightly say that life is equal, but they would only say this one sentence.