Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Chapter Ninety-Six This is an inch!

Narcissa’s eyes were a little red.

She rubbed the corners of her forehead hard.

Sitting up with a bitter smile, I didn’t expect that I would dream today and think of such a past.

When she was rescued by Lucius and drank the antidote that Snape had given her, she completely forgot what had happened in those days.

Snape said she didn’t want to remember.

At that time, she no longer pursued that memory.

Who knew that after sleeping and waking up, she actually remembered it all. Now my heart is still full of deep sadness.

She thought she was a little ridiculous.

She could be sad about such a small thing. What kind of feelings do the Black family have? It’s all about the benefits here.

Even her father only had a cold old-fashioned education for her. He demanded that she must maintain the glory of the family and marry a nobleman.

So she married Lucius and followed the Dark Lord, because only in this way could she become the person her father and mother wanted.

Even if the Dark Lord’s philosophy made her sound like frowning.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as it can be strong, what is the idea? Aren’t pure-bloods always on top?

And it wasn’t until that day that she suddenly understood what she had been longing for.

It’s this pure emotion.

The child did not mention the benefits from beginning to end, but put his life on her.

Narcissa knew that Lucius was most likely true love for her.

But his true love is premised on the need for her to be a pure-blood, and to believe in the Dark Lord with him.

She later felt that she only had Draco, and little Draco was completely dependent on her, trusting her wholeheartedly.

But Draco was brought up by Lucius, and Draco began to become like Lucius, advocating pure blood and power.

She heard the child say the word profit one day.

She was frozen in place for a long time and left the place in silence. Oh, yes!

What more could she ask for?

Such a life, in the circle of noble ladies, is the envy of many people, what is she not satisfied with?

Just like the pure affection of the boy she longed for, it was not the same, washed away by the rushing river.

Narcissa only allowed herself to be weak for a moment, and then she proudly raised her chin again.

She, Narcissa, had no faults.

Narcissa stood up and dressed herself as a lady. Maybe I should meet with a lady for afternoon tea today? And at this time.

She noticed that she had given Draco’s two-sided mirror a shake. Narcissa hurriedly picked up the double-sided mirror.

She was no longer satisfied with Draco becoming Lucius, but it was also her son, the only child!

This child rarely looked for her at school, was there something wrong? As soon as she opened the double-sided mirror, Narcissa was stunned.

Draco had always been so cute, and his eyes were black and purple, as if he had been punched by someone.

“Mom! Darren Porter hit me! ”

Draco shouted loudly, revealing the marks on his eyes, and his heart was particularly happy.

At first, it was not like this, but he added a little paint to it…

“What’s going on?”

Narcissa was heartbroken.

Someone beat her son?

Did she think there was no one in her Blake’s house?

“It’s Darren Potter of the Academy, and he’s the brother of the famous Harry Potter, and he beat me so hard!”

Draco said with a bad eye. Narcissa was silent for a moment.

She felt that the truth was certainly not as Draco had said, but that someone who beat her child like this was looking down on Blake and the Malfoy family.

She must take Lucius to get justice for this child!

“Dobby, go and call Lucius over and tell him that his son has been beaten, and he won’t be able to swallow his anger, will he?”

“Yes…”

Dobby is gone.

Afternoon. Dumbledore’s office.

“Albus, I think this may just be a misunderstanding, if only one punch, you will fire Darren, I firmly disagree…”

Professor McGonagall rushed in from the outside breathlessly. Her face was filled with anger.

How did Dumbledore suddenly want to fire Darren?

That kid was so kind, so likable, that he was going to be expelled for punching Malfoy?

If Neville hadn’t been in a hurry to find her, wouldn’t she have known that the child had been fired?

“No, no, no, Minerva, you can take a break.”

Dumbledore said with a quick smile.

Now there are quite a few people standing in his office.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Mrs. Hodge, Mrs. Pins… Almost all the professors who had come into contact with Darren came.

By the way, even Madame Pomfrey came to join in the fun.

And the cause of all this is the Darren in front of him, who looks very obedient.

“Professor…… I’m sorry……”

Darren said guiltily.

He was just trying to radiate his own Holy Father light, and who knew that Hermione had pulled him directly to Dumbledore’s office.

And invited all the professors she could think of. All right.

Except for Snape.

Look at the poor old maid’s popularity.

“Maybe there should only be so many people…”

Dumbledore said with a wry smile.

He looked at Darren, and his heart was a little crying.

The child said that kindness is kindness, but how could he always feel that he was a troublesome child?

No, no, no. He must have thought too much.

This child looks like a troublemaker.

That seemed to be something that the Miss Jackpot he had chosen had done. There is no way, the person you choose, kneeling and enduring.

He sighed, looked at the professors and smiled, “Folks, first of all, this is not just a fist thing…”

He wanted to say, this is school bullying!

Once he hadn’t noticed Jaime’s hurt to Severus, and now he hadn’t noticed Malfoy’s hurt to Neville either.

It was still Darren who punched it out with a fist that he knew such a thing. It’s not a fist thing, it’s something he needs to be wary of.

Maybe sometimes he was really too tolerant of some children!

Just like Malfoy, as a school trustee of his father, he can bully Neville and threaten to fire Darren.

It’s an inch!