Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]

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Harry nodded in agreement with Darren's words.

His father's friend gave him an indescribable sense of closeness.

He also didn't want Blake and Lupin to go to Azkaban.

"We'll take him to Dumbledore and let him decide."

"Yes, if anyone needs to go to Azkaban, it's him!"

Darren said seriously.

Peter Pettigrew crawled up to him.

He cried and said, "Darren, thank you, thank you. You and your dad."

Before he could finish speaking, Harry kicked him hard in the face.

"Shut up, stay away from my brother!"

he said angrily.

"Now, let's take him away!"

Lupin and Blake compromised.

They used their magic wands to tie up Peter Pettigrew.

Then they put a bandage on Ron to temporarily immobilize his leg.

As for Snape...

Darren said worriedly, "I'm going to leave Professor Snape here until we get Peter to the headmaster."

His words convinced Blake to agree.

So they dragged Peter Pettigrew along, while Harry helped Ron outside.

The journey back to the tunnel was somewhat difficult.

Because the roads here are difficult to travel, the journey was bumpy and uneven.

But in the end, they returned to the ground.

Harry felt as if he were in a dream.

In just over an hour, it felt like they had experienced so much.

Peter was still panting heavily.

Lupin picked up his wand and pointed it at Peter.

"Don't make a single wrong step, or else..."

He sneered.

Peter nodded calmly. Then they fell silent.

They walked toward the castle.

At that moment, the fog finally dissipated, and the bright moonlight was revealed.

Lupin's limbs stiffened, and then he began to deform.

"Oh my God, he didn't take his medicine today, he's in danger."

Hermione screamed.

"Run!"

Darren roared and then rushed to Lupin's side.

He forcefully blocked Lupin's advance.

"Brother, you two hurry up and get Sirius and Peter to Headmaster Dumbledore. I'll hold Remus off!"

He shouted anxiously.

Harry glanced at him worriedly, but when he saw that he wasn't at a disadvantage, he nodded in relief.

"I will definitely come as soon as possible!"

Harry said calmly.

He carried Ron on his back, had Blake point his wand at Peter, and they continued onward.

They needed to get to the castle as quickly as possible.

just.

As they approached the castle, hundreds of Dementors surrounded them.

They pounced on Blake.

Harry felt as if he had fallen into the cold.

He could no longer feel any joy.

He struggled to raise the wand.

"Hoo, call upon the gods for protection."

His wand emitted only a tiny silver thread.

It dissipated in the air.

"Please, no, no," came Blake's voice.

Harry looked toward the sound and saw Blake.

Blake has completely broken down.

His wand fell to the ground, and he crouched down, clutching his head.

Peter Pettigrew seems to have seen an opportunity.

He picked up Blake's wand.

"stop!"

Harry roared.

Ron reached out to grab Peter Pettigrew, but a flash of red light appeared, and he fell down.

"Except your weapons!"

Harry shouted loudly.

Peter Pettigrew's wand fell.

Then he instantly transformed into a rat and disappeared from the scene.

"Peter Pettigrew has run away!"

Harry shouted frantically.

But no one responded to him.

He turned around and looked.

Ron stopped moving, but he knew that Ron seemed to still be alive.

Hermione is trying to figure out how to fight the Dementors.

However, she was also unable to recite the guardian incantation completely.

Because, surrounded by Dementors, the original calendar recalled happy memories.

He even saw a Dementor press its face close to Blake's mouth.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Harry tried his best to call out.

He was thinking about his memories of being with Darren.

I managed to think of a little bit of happiness.

But the wand only emitted a faint shadow.

The shadow bumped into the Dementor.

But this only attracted more Dementors.

These Dementors surged towards them, blotting out the sky.

Hermione collapsed.

Harry tried his best to cast the spell.

But it's no use at all.

Then, he felt a pair of cold hands grab his neck.

It forced him to look up.