Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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Harry was surprised to find that the boy had run out again.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to reply to him, "I'm going to wait for my brother. He probably doesn't know how to get in either!"

"Oh well, looks like I'll have to find a seat by myself."

Harry sighed, dragged his luggage, and finally found an empty carriage at the back of the train.

When he was putting away his luggage, two twin red-haired boys helped him.

The two boys were stunned when they learned his name was Harry Potter.

Harry shook his head, somewhat relieved that he hadn't told the boy his name.

He didn't like people staring at his scars, and he disliked people thinking he had saved the wizarding world just because they heard his name.

In fact, he was just a child back then, and he didn't even know how he did it.

Harry sighed and sat down by the window.

If he sees the boy come in with his brother, he might invite them to sit down.

Hello, is anyone here?

While he was waiting.

Another red-haired boy pushed the door open and entered, pointing to the seat opposite him and asking, "Is this seat taken?"

Harry shook his head.

He recognized the boy; he was the younger brother of the two boys who had helped him earlier.

His name was something like Ron.

The family had just been discussing his name, and the two boys even pointed at his carriage, which startled him so much that he quickly turned his head away.

Ron clearly knew his name, but pretended not to care and glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead, turning his gaze to the outside of the car window.

Harry noticed some dust on his nose.

And although he and the boy from before both had bright red hair, he was clearly not as good-looking as the boy.

She was nowhere near as cute, clean, or even noble as he appeared.

Harry sighed, wondering why he was thinking about that boy again.

He could only turn and look at Ron.

He just greeted his two older brothers.

I heard their names are Weasley and George.

These are twins, they really look alike.

I wonder if Darren will look exactly like him.

That would be tragic.

Harry thought helplessly.

He wasn't handsome at all, and he was extremely thin. Dudley and his friends all called him Mouse.

I hope Darren doesn't grow up to look like that.

He shook his head.

Her gaze returned to the window; why hadn't the boy come in yet?

The train is about to leave!

Harry wiped the windowpane anxiously, worried that the boy might miss the train.

Just as he couldn't resist going to find the boy, he suddenly saw a girl forcibly drag the boy in.

"Wait a minute, Senior Becky, I'm waiting for my brother..." the boy said anxiously after struggling for a moment.

However, the girl interrupted him:

"Are you crazy? A Muggle wizard hasn't come in by now? Are you planning to go back to your Muggle world?"

P.S.: I've finally gotten to this point, and I'm no longer worried about you guys saying I've rambled on.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Becky's Carriage

Muggle Harry knows what that means.

But what is Ma Zhong?

"Muggle-born wizards are wizards who are of Muggle origin."

Just as Harry was wondering, Ron awkwardly explained it to him.

Harry suddenly realized.

He heard the girl continue:

"Wow, your family even came to Hogwarts as a group."

Okay, if he misses the train, you can tell the professor when you get to Hogwarts, and he will help you.

If you don't make it either, and neither of you can go, who do you think will help you?

Harry thought the girl was right.

Just as he was about to agree, he heard Ron say indignantly:

“Becky, I know her. I’ve heard my brother talk about her. She’s from Slytherin House and is the current student council president. She has a very bad reputation.”

They all called her the Hogwarts Flower. She was an extreme pure-blood advocate, believing that Mongrel and Half-blood wizards should be expelled from Hogwarts.

I just don't know why she's with this Muggle wizard. Is there some kind of conspiracy?

"Slytherin?"

This was the second time Harry had heard the name.

While he was in Diagon Alley, he met a boy with light blond hair who said in a particularly annoying tone that he was going to Slytherin.

"Slytherin is a house at Hogwarts. It's said that the Man from Wonder graduated from there, and it's known for producing bad wizards!"

"Voldemort, I mean, the mysterious person you mentioned also graduated from that academy?"

"You, you actually said that name, the mysterious person's name, you're amazing!"

"Why can't we..."

Harry got into a conversation and started chatting with Ron.

Meanwhile, Darren, who had been put on the train by Becky, sat helplessly in the middle of a group of Slytherins.

"Becky, why did you bring this hemp seed with you?"

A boy with permed blond hair glared at Darren with displeasure.

They were all pure-blood nobles, and having a Mongol wizard sitting here with them felt very awkward.

"Enough, Frank. Who I bring here is my business. If you don't want to, you can get out!"

Becky said coldly.

She twirled her cherry wood wand in her hand, and everyone, including Frank, fell silent.

"Um... how about I go down first?"

Darren sighed and said considerately.

He still wanted to go out and find Harry!

To make a good impression on Harry, he even went out and put on a show just now.

"What are you doing out there? Malfoy is waiting outside! Do you want him to give you a beating?"

Becky glanced at him and thought the guy was a bit stupid.

He offended the young master of the Malfoy family, okay?

He had previously said in Diagon Alley that Malfoy couldn't defend himself, which embarrassed Malfoy. Later, I heard that he was even taught a lesson by Big Malfoy.

Given this situation, how dare he go out and run around?

Malfoy, along with his two henchmen, could each take on two of these guys!

Why did he punish me?

Darren tilted his head and asked with a puzzled look.

He seemed completely oblivious to why Malfoy had punished him.

He doesn't think he's done anything too outrageous.

"You've offended Malfoy. Do you think the matter is over just because you left last time?"

Becky looked at him in disbelief.

This little rascal is too naive!

That's true; it's not that simple-minded, nor would it be possible for someone to foolishly shield her from the death curse.