Hogwarts: I Obtained the Systemic Father

Chapter 201: A Forged History!!

Dumbledore and Fudge were stunned.

The two of them looked at each other, wondering what happened to these journalists?

Darren knew.

It is obvious that the deleted version of the photo ball released by the system has let many people know some of what happened at that time.

Although those things are also fake.

But others certainly don’t know.

They suddenly find out that Darren has been tortured so badly, and then Fudge interrogates him like a criminal.

Darren himself felt that he was too miserable.

“Potter, I’ve seen the photo ball at that time, and I am qualified to ask you, did you deliberately want those Death Eaters to injure ~ harm your classmates?”

Do you feel that you caused the death of your classmate?

After all, if you had stabilized those Death Eaters in the first place, wouldn’t your classmates have died?

Did their dead eyes torment you day and night, and do you regret them now? ”

Just as Darren was deep in thought, a voice of schadenfreude sounded in Darren’s ears.

“Shut up!”

Dumbledore glared angrily at the female reporter.

“Rita Skeeter, you dare to insult a hero like this, I will definitely complain to you!”

Mr. Weasley squeezed in from outside, and he forcefully covered Darren’s ears to prevent him from hearing the words.

Darren looked at Rita Skeeter, a woman wearing jeweled glasses and her blond hair in large delicate curls.

His teeth were even more excessive than Lockhart’s, and he smiled at Darren who thought he was particularly charming.

The woman seemed to be an animagus, as if she were a beetle.

The original depicts the lines around the beetle’s eyes, exactly the same as Rita Skeeter’s glasses.

Boy.

Bullied him?

When he was Harry!

[Ding, sensing that there is a scene of the Holy Father system playing on the host’s side, now issue a temporary task: stand next to Rita Skeeter with a pale face, draw her wand expressionlessly, and then aim it at herself, and say in a painful voice: They were all killed by me, you are right, I killed them, I should have died a long time ago. ]

And recite the Crushing Bone Spell, please do not move on the way to chant the spell, wait for Dumbledore’s obstruction. ］

[Ding, after the task is completed, a piece of fake history is obtained, please do you want the host to pick it up?] ］

Forged history?

What is this?

But presumably the system will explain it to him in a moment.

[Pickup]

Darren closed his eyes, and then his eyes instantly turned red.

He turned pale and refused Mr. Weasley’s hand covering his ears.

Then he looked at Rita Skeeter, who had unscrupulously squeezed beside him.

Rita Skeeter was still chasing him and asking if he felt guilty.

Yes, this woman really stuck a knife in the wound.

Darren took a deep breath as he slowly pulled out his wand.

Rita Skeeter saw him pull out his wand, first startled, then interested.

“Are you trying to do something to me? Because did I talk about your sore spot? ”

Darren pouted.

This woman is indeed one of the most annoying characters in the original book.

He decided that he would have to ‘accidentally’ give her a hard blow for a while.

Thinking of Rita Skeeter’s misery for a while, Darren almost laughed.

However, he quickly turned expressionless.

He said softly: “You are right, I caused them to die, and I did not do it right at that time.”

I didn’t do anything, I killed them… I have long felt so… You’re right, I’m damned.”

His eyes were lifeless.

Dumbledore’s heart sank, and he quickly held his wand tightly in his hand.

Really.

The next moment.

Darren suddenly pointed his wand at his chest and said, “Crush your bones!” ”

“There are many obstacles!”

As Darren uttered the spell, an invisible wall stood in his way.

Darren moved his direction slightly.

The spell that hit the invisible wall immediately bounced off Rita Skeeter’s body.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the mission and obtaining a piece of fake history.] ］

A fake history: The host can imagine a piece of history and make it a reality.

All right.

It’s a scene card that you can make yourself!

He doesn’t know exactly what to add to it now, or if he will use it later.

At this time, you still have to face the scene in front of you.

“Ah! Potter kills! ”

“Potter is going to kill me!”

“Oh my God! I’m going to die! ”

Rita Skeeter screamed.

Her face to her neck was a deep scar.

And the scars are spraying blood outside.

There was an uproar all around.

Immediately, a wizard took Rita Skeeter.

“Don’t move, don’t look at those… Let’s go first! ”

Mr. Weasley immediately got in front of Darren, who had wanted to turn around and save Rita Skeeter.

But Dumbledore’s palm pressed on his shoulder, dragging him forward with great strength.

Darren suspected that he had been cast some spell by Dumbledore, after all, he felt that he could not move at all now, and he was completely dragged by Dumbledore.

“Arthur, I’ll take Darren to Hogwarts first, you can be right, I almost forgot Harry, Harry is in your office, right? Let Harry return to Hogwarts from Floo in a moment! ”

Dumbledore said with some seriousness.

Then he set his eyes on Darren and said, “Sorry, when I get to school, I will break the spell.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, Darren…”

“Don’t worry!”

Dumbledore raised his wand.

He and Darren returned to Hogwarts in an instant.

Before Darren could complain that this phantom transfiguration was bad, he was almost dragged by Dumbledore to the headmaster’s office.

“Sit, my child!”

Dumbledore waved his wand before Darren felt that he could move.

He said a little guiltily, “I’m sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I worried you…”

[Ding, Holy Father +80]

Dumbledore didn’t speak, just gave him 80 Father Value, and then looked at him with a look of acceptance, as if waiting for him to continue.

Darren instantly began to wonder if Dumbledore had seen through his performance, and now set up a stage for him to perform to his heart’s content.

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

Because after he suddenly stopped speaking, Dumbledore paused for ten minutes, still sighed softly, and felt a photo ball from his pocket.

“Good boy, I’ll open it here, don’t you mind?”