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[Ding, sensing that there is a scene of the Holy Father system playing around the host, now release a temporary task:
Don't use the Obscurus to punch Malfoy. Punch him in the nose and say:
Because you helped , I won't use that kind of power. You can fight back! ］
[Ding, after the mission is completed, you will receive a Prophecy Card. Will the host accept this task?]
[Accept]
Darren didn't hesitate. Fighting Malfoy didn't require any thought at all.
He charged forward and drove his fist straight into Draco Malfoy's nose.
"Darren!"
Malfoy staggered back, eyes wide with disbelief—right before Darren said sharply,
"Malfoy, I know you've helped before. So I'm not using my Obscurial power.
If you want to fight back, go ahead."
"But today you lost—and you're apologizing to Ron."
[Ding, congratulations to the host for getting the Prophecy Card]
Prophecy Card: When used, a prophecy ball will form. The host may fill it with a prediction, which will later co true.
(Note: Don't make ridiculous prophecies. The Prophecy Card has a temper and will self-destruct.)
Interesting… but Darren didn't have ti to think about it.
He still needed to keep himself from accidentally using the Obscurus.
"Hmph! Then don't bla !" Malfoy growled, launching himself at Darren.
The two boys went down in a ssy tangle of fists and limbs. Ron and Harry hovered anxiously nearby, trying to pull them apart without getting punched themselves.
"What on earth is happening here?"
A cold voice cut sharply through the commotion.
Lucius Malfoy strode over, and the mont he saw his son wrestling with Darren, his face went rigid with fury.
"Stop. At once."
"Lucius," Mr. Weasley said, stepping forward, "this is your 'well-bred' son?"
Lucius sneered. "Weasley, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong again. Did the Ministry finally pay you extra this month?"
He eyed Ginny's faded clothes.
"No… apparently not. So tell —why is a man like you still pretending he belongs in the wizarding world? What sort of scum—"
"What do I want with you?" Mr. Weasley shot back, already flushing with anger.
"Oh, of course… look at the kind of people you associate with."
Lucius's cold gaze swept over Mr. Granger, oozing disdain.
Ginny let out a startled gasp as her cauldron fell from her arms—because Mr. Weasley hurled it directly at Lucius's chest.
"Arthur—!"
But Mr. Weasley had already tackled Lucius straight into a bookshelf.
"Hit him again!"
"Dad, go on!"
"Arthur, stop—!"
The shop exploded into chaos. Books flew. Witches scread. The Weasley twins cheered like it was a Quidditch match.
Darren shoved Malfoy aside, scrambled up, and then froze.
The entire street was descending into absolute madness.
…And for once, it wasn't even his fault.
In the original tiline, Mr. Weasley fought Lucius here anyway.
[Ding, sensing that there is a scene of the Holy Father system playing around the host, now release a temporary task:
When Mr. Weasley fights, use the Obscurus, pull them apart, and say:
Two gentlen—if you start again, I'm reporting both of you to Headmaster Dumbledore! ］
[Ding, after completing the task, you will gain one free use of the Obscurus. Accept?]
[Accept]
A free use? At a thousand points per activation, Darren never wanted to spend them. He inhaled sharply and sprinted toward the brawling adults.
Mr. Weasley was on the verge of being slamd into the floor when Darren acted.
The Obscurus surged through him—not violently, but controlled—and he tore the two n apart with inhuman strength.
"Please stop!" Darren said breathlessly. "If the two gentlen fight again, I'll… I'll complain to Headmaster Dumbledore! I'm a child—and children love to complain!"
Lucius stared at him, stunned… and secretly, a little impressed.
This strength—this control—that was his bloodline.
If only Darren knew…
Lucius dusted himself off with icy dignity and turned to leave. But on his way out, he bent down, picked up one of Ginny's fallen books, and shoved it roughly into her hands.
"Take it, girl. Enjoy the gift your father worked so hard for."
"Malfoy!"
Mr. Weasley tried to follow, but Mrs. Weasley yanked him back.
"Enough! Are you trying to make things worse? You've already terrified Darren!"
"Mom," Fred jumped in excitedly, "Darren wasn't scared! He punched Draco straight into the floor! Look, Dad's the only one bleeding!"
Darren winced. Oh no.
Mrs. Weasley turned, grabbed the nearest book, and smacked Fred repeatedly on the head.
"Don't talk nonsense! Don't teach Darren such behavior! He's timid and gentle and kind—he never would've fought if he hadn't been around you lot!"
"And Arthur, honestly—picking a fight with a Malfoy? What if they retaliate? What if Lockhart refuses to teach the children now?"
As they walked, Mrs. Weasley scolded everyone—Mr. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Hermione—everyone except Darren.
Ron muttered under his breath that she was being completely biased.
But Harry, Hermione, and Ginny all felt she had a point… Darren hadn't exactly been losing that fight.
"I'm sorry, madam," Darren said softly. "I acted on impulse. I caused trouble for Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy… It's all my fault…"
[Ding, Father 100]
[Ding, Father 100]
[Ding, Father 100]
[Ding...]
"Oh, sweetheart, my little Darren," Mrs. Weasley cried, imdiately emotional.
"It's not your fault at all. Arthur and Lucius are grown n—they should know better!"
And then she pulled him into a tight, motherly hug.
Sotis she wondered how she ended up giving birth to Ron… and not this sweet, gentle boy instead.
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