Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

A lonely little bed, with a small cabinet beside it.

Next to the cabinet was a set of worn-out desks and chairs.

When visitors came, the table would be covered with a tablecloth, making it look much brighter.

But now wasn't visiting time, so it was still very dilapidated.

Darren didn't care about these things. He opened the cabinet and took out a piece of mirror from inside.

These were shards of a mirror that Mrs. Linda had once broken, and she had given them to the children.

Darren didn't mind either. He wiped it clean and put his face close to it.

He was amazed by what he saw.

No wonder Snape felt nostalgic when he saw him.

His face now looked particularly good-looking, with the cuteness of a child and the handsomeness of someone about to mature.

His bright green eyes were watery, and when he looked at people intently, it was as if he was focused on the whole world.

A head of bright red hair lay softly on top of his head, and for some reason, a strand of hair on his forehead curled upwards, looking a bit like a cowlick.

His small face was a little pale, and there was a scar on his forehead, with bluish marks around it, but it didn't look ugly. On the contrary, it made people feel sorry for him.

The system is awesome!

Darren praised the system fiercely.

Then he put the mirror back in place.

He didn't plan to take this mirror with him, leaving it for future residents.

He would take other things, though.

Not because he would use them in the future, but to make people pity him.

After all, who would have the heart to blame such a miserable child, even if he did something wrong?

Even Snape considered his words carefully when talking to him, and lines that stabbed at the heart like he used with Harry never appeared.

This was the importance of pity.

Of course, it would be immoral to throw away all of the original owner's belongings, and it wouldn't fit his current saintly persona.

Darren sighed, took out his other patched-up clothes from the closet, as well as a pair of small underpants with a big hole in them.

Two pieces of almost moldy biscuits.

And a pencil that hadn't been used much, which Mrs. Linda used to let them write with.

Although they were only allowed to use it when visitors came.

Looking at these things, Darren couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

Fortunately, he had obtained the system, otherwise he would have had to stay in this orphanage for a while longer before finding a way out.

And it would have been an uncertain way out.

"Oh, dear child, have you finished packing?" As Darren turned around, Dumbledore's voice appeared behind him.

Chapter 8: An Alternative Angle

"Professor... I'm all packed!"

Darren held up his clothes, his tone still cheerful, pretending not to see Snape and Dumbledore frowning at the same time.

Didn't expect it, right?

As the youngest son of Lily and James, the younger brother of the famous Harry Potter, he only had two pieces of clothing.

Darren could probably guess what the two of them were thinking now.

But he wouldn't comfort them. Who told him to be so miserable now?

"Severus, I think this child may need some daily necessities and a change of clothes..."

"Oh, dear Darren, I hope you'll accept an old man's belated gift. He doesn't know what else he can use to make up for the guilt in his heart."

Before Darren could display his saintly demeanor, Dumbledore cut him off.

Darren rolled his eyes.

It's not like he hadn't thought about buying clothes himself, but he couldn't miss such an opportunity to play the saint!

However, as someone who planned to show off his saintly side at all times, Darren found another alternative angle.

He tilted his head, looked up at Dumbledore, and suddenly said gently:

"Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Snape, I think I understand. You feel guilty because you haven't found me for so many years, so you want to compensate me.

I forgive you, really. I think you should want to hear that. You don't owe me anything.

If, and I mean if, you really feel bad, maybe you could find me a place to live. That might make you feel better."

[Ding, Saintly Value +100]

Darren was happy in his heart.

He accepted the Saintly Value. He already had several hundred Saintly Values, and he didn't know what else Saintly Values could do besides controlling the Obscurus.

He'd look at it later when he had time.

Right now, he still had to deal with Dumbledore and Snape.

He had a premonition that he might gain another wave of Saintly Value.

...

The boy's eyes were full of comfort. He wasn't saying these words insincerely.

He sincerely wanted them to feel more comfortable and was even willing to accept their compensation.

But this made Dumbledore and Snape feel even more complicated.

They should have been comforting this child, but instead, they were being comforted by him.

James and Lily had protected the magical world, and their child should have lived, if not a wealthy life, at least a normal childhood.

But Darren didn't even have a piece of clothing without patches.

He was often beaten, couldn't get enough to eat, and was bullied.

This was all their dereliction of duty.

And this child was worried that they would be sad and comforted them instead.

This child was really the opposite extreme of Voldemort!

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, sighing, "Child, I hope you can accept our compensation, just as the most sincere request of an old man.

As for a place to live, you'll need to stay at Hogwarts for the time being. I think Harry will also need some time to adjust to your existence."

"Okay, I have no objections, Professor Dumbledore, and if Professor Snape thinks so too, I will accept your gift.

Although I feel like I'm taking advantage, if it makes you feel better."

[Ding, Saintly Value +50]

Darren was a little disappointed. This time, it wasn't a hundred, and it had returned to fifty.

But being able to get it with just a few words wasn't a loss.

However, he didn't believe what Dumbledore said about letting Harry adjust to his existence.

Dumbledore was probably afraid that he might have hidden problems. After all, that old man was suspicious.

And he also needed to explain it to Petunia. Thinking of Petunia and Vernon's personalities, Darren couldn't help but feel a headache for Dumbledore.

As Darren smiled, Dumbledore also smiled.

He said with a smile, "Severus should be very willing to buy you gifts. He's not good with words, so you can just accept them without any worries."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he and Darren both glanced at Snape.

Snape maintained an empty look throughout, and only when Darren looked over did he snort from his nose.

If Darren's hearing wasn't good, he would have thought he said 'hmph'.

"Alright, if you're done talking, then it's time to leave here. Oh, by the way, your 'friend' who might have giant blood is over there!"

When Snape said the word 'friend', he emphasized his tone, then raised his chin, his greasy nose pointing in a direction.

Darren looked in the direction and saw Kenli following a few children, craning their necks and looking over here.

Judging from their expressions, they should have all forgotten what happened before.

Thinking of Snape using the tone of saying Avada Kedavra to give them each an Obliviate, Darren couldn't help but mourn for these people for a second.

But he immediately became a little sad.

He was about to leave here. He had originally thought about continuing to farm Kenli for rewards at the orphanage, but who knew that things would be so unpredictable!