Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

However…

In an instant, Darren was filled with power.

He raised his fist and slammed it towards Malfoy.

"Apologize to my brother! You're not allowed to insult my brother!"

Malfoy didn't even have time to react before he felt a fist smash squarely into his head.

Then he flew up and, as he landed on the ground, he heard a "crack" sound.

That… the protective charm his family gave him was shattered.

"Potter is killing people!"

Malfoy scrambled up from the ground, shouting in terror.

Darren was stunned.

He stood there for a long time before he finally reacted, silently thinking, "Zhen Niubi!"

He was actually able to shatter Malfoy's protective charm with one punch.

If Malfoy didn't have a protective charm, would he have been killed?

Darren thought with some hesitation.

But he immediately thought that if Malfoy didn't have a protective charm, he probably wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant in front of him, practically begging to be hit.

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Potter, there has been a small internal conflict here, therefore, Slytherin will lose ten points! And a week of detention!"

Just as Darren was hesitating whether or not to step forward and display his saintly demeanor towards Malfoy, he heard Snape's sarcastic voice from behind.

He quickly turned around, lowered his head guiltily, and said, his eyes gradually turning red:

"Sorry, Professor, I hurt Malfoy… You, you expel me!"

He turned his back and wiped his eyes, seemingly crying.

[Ding, Saintly Value +80]

Draco Malfoy, looking at Darren's current appearance, lost a lot of his fear and said gloatingly:

"Potter, you're finished, you'll probably have to pack your things and go home in disgrace!"

Darren almost laughed at his expression.

Silly child.

This is a tactical retreat.

For the younger brother of the famous Harry Potter to be expelled, Dumbledore isn't senile yet, and Snape hasn't been poisoned by snakes.

He's just showing weakness to indicate that he didn't do it on purpose.

As a result, this guy jumped out like a villain.

Comparing the two, he guessed that Snape's original intention to let Malfoy off the hook because his protective charm was broken was now gone.

Sure enough.

After Malfoy finished speaking.

Snape's icy eyes were already looking at him.

He said in a sarcastic tone: "It seems that young Mr. Malfoy has not realized his mistake, detention!"

Darren noticed that Malfoy's expression was as if he had eaten shit.

He even felt a little sympathy for this little villain in front of him.

Malfoy asked, unable to understand: "Sir, Potter almost killed me!"

"Very well, two weeks of detention, plus a letter, a letter to Lucius, yes, I will write it myself, if he knows that you are so reckless…"

Chapter 48: I concede!

"No!"

Malfoy blurted out, looking pleadingly at Snape.

If his father knew that he was so recklessly provoking others, like a foolish lion voluntarily asking others to hit him, he might be beaten to death.

Snape smiled pleasantly.

He seemed to hum.

He whispered: "Must! And two weeks of detention!"

Malfoy wilted.

He stood dejectedly to the side, just like Darren.

Darren almost laughed out loud.

But because there were too many people, he quickly suppressed it.

However, his body still trembled a little.

Snape's deep gaze fell on him for a while, he opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but he remained silent.

He turned his head and quickly led the group of Slytherins towards the underground common room, the wildly fluttering black robes representing his terrible mood.

The Slytherin students were so frightened that they lowered their heads, not daring to speak, and could only silently follow his robes to the common room.

They suspected that Professor Snape was going to punish them.

Sure enough.

As soon as Snape arrived at the common room, he took out his wand.

He stood in the very center of the common room, looking at everyone with icy eyes.

This kind of eerie gaze made everyone believe that if they made a sound the next second, they might be greeted with a death curse.

"Tch!"

Snape sneered and then said loudly:

"Foolish, uncooperative, and not even one person explained the reason to the professor after he arrived, and the prefects did not take the lead…

All Slytherin students will copy the Slytherin house rules one hundred times, and I will personally receive them, one by one, and if you rely on your family background and don't write… hah!"

A "hah" ended the topic.

No one dared to rely on their family background to say no.

Obviously, Snape's prestige in Slytherin was extremely high.

Perhaps feeling that no one would dare to refute him, Snape brought up another matter after finishing the previous topic.

"Prefect selection will now begin, starting with the first years, and after the selection is complete, the first years will go back to sleep early!"

Snape said coldly.

Darren smiled inwardly.

This guy obviously saw that he was sleepy, so he said this, he heard that Slytherin didn't have this rule in the past.

Well, newly added this year.

"First-year students gather here!"

Becky raised her wand and shouted.

Darren dragged his feet and walked over.

The other students around him stayed a meter away from him.

They probably wanted to mock the younger brother who wasn't liked by the famous Harry Potter at first.

However, after witnessing Darren's punch, they finally woke up.

This guy is just a freak.

A punch that can shatter a protective charm, they didn't think they could take a punch.

"Darren, you go up first!"

Becky said to Darren.

The power Darren showed just now really shocked her.

However, this guy is very strong, she is very satisfied!

She raised her chin and looked at the other first-year students, saying coldly: "Tyke, you go challenge Darren!"

Tyke was a black-haired boy.

Hearing Becky's words, he almost cried.

He thought of the power of Darren's punch, and really wanted to say that he didn't want to go, but he didn't dare.

So, he could only walk up with heavy steps.

He felt that the sympathetic eyes of the other students were like looking at his grave.