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After saying goodbye to Harry, Darren followed Nicolas Flal and Perenelle through the wide London streets.
He recognized Nicolas imdiately—he was the sa old man from the vision card.
No wonder Flal suddenly wanted to "take him in." So it really was because of that scene. Darren had more or less guessed it already.
"Boy," Nicolas said grandly, hands clasped behind his back, "aren't you going to ask anything?"
Darren almost rolled his eyes. He had literally seen this man topple over in that vision like an exhausted grandpa. This dramatic act didn't scare him at all.
But in the real world, the Flals shouldn't know about the vision, so Darren forced himself to look respectful.
After a mont he said hesitantly, "You probably want to be your heir. Maybe Headmaster Dumbledore told you I'm clever."
He swallowed.
"And I defended the Philosopher's Stone once… so you decided to give a chance?"
His expression made it obvious he wasn't thrilled about the idea, but had no choice but to co along.
Nicolas almost choked on air.
Did this child realize how many people would give decades of their life for his approval? And yet Darren looked like soone had asked him to do chores.
Did he think Flal only had one Philosopher's Stone? That all he offered was immortality?
Nicolas assud Darren wasn't impressed by eternal life and felt offended on behalf of all his other inventions.
"I have created many things throughout my life," Nicolas said, chin lifting in pride. "The Philosopher's Stone is only the most famous. Countless discoveries in the wizarding world have my hand in them."
He paused dramatically.
"Do you understand how valuable this opportunity is?"
He waited for Darren to flatter him.
For centuries, people had groveled for his favor. Yet this small red-haired boy had t him twice—and both tis treated him like a fussy old neighbor.
"Nic—" Perenelle attempted gently.
Nicolas waved her off like a perforr shooing away a stagehand.
She sighed, looking at Darren with sympathy. Nicolas was getting stranger with age. If you flatter him, he gets annoyed. If you don't flatter him, he also gets annoyed.
Darren would lose no matter what choice he made.
Truthfully, Nicolas hadn't intended to choose an heir at all before today. Darren had always been polite but distant, nothing like the gentle child Nicolas encountered in the spiritual vision.
Perenelle studied Darren closely. The old man's temper was enormous despite his centuries of life.
Darren watched them quietly… then suddenly bowed deeply.
Perenelle blinked. That wasn't surrender—it was composure. Calculation. This boy wasn't simple.
Even Nicolas frowned. This wasn't how Darren behaved in the spiritual realm. Sothing felt off.
Just as they were about to speak, Darren lifted his head and said softly:
"Of course Mr. and Mrs. Flal are incredible. But… may I ask sothing?"
They both nodded, curious.
"Could you choose my brother instead of ?"
Both Flals froze.
"I'm just an ordinary, well-taught child," Darren said quietly. "But my brother… he's the savior. He deserves opportunities far more than I do. I don't think I'm qualified."
[Ding, Father 80]
[Ding, Father 70]
"You do know what the na Flal represents, yes?" Nicolas asked slowly.
He had not expected Darren to change his entire attitude… just to push the opportunity toward Harry.
To most people, this would seem like a small gesture.
But to the Flals—who had lived centuries and seen every kind of greed—this was enormous.
"I know," Darren said. "Paggie told . But it still doesn't feel right."
His voice trembled with sincerity.
"My brother saved the world. And he didn't get this chance. But I—who have done nothing—did? It feels unfair to him."
[Ding, Father 80]
[Ding, Father 80]
The Flals grew silent.
Unfair? Did this child know what he had endured?
Was it fair that Darren spent eleven years in an orphanage?
Was it fair that Harry's fans constantly questioned Darren's right to the Potter na?
Was it fair that Darren entered Slytherin and was hated for sothing he never did?
And yet he talked only about fairness toward Harry.
If the Flal family had once possessed a child like this, they would not have disappeared into obscurity for decades.
"Hmph. And you think we ca here to make you our heir?" Nicolas snapped suddenly.
"What a joke. We can't even find an heir?We're only here to tell you—you have no hope!"
He puffed up in frustration, glaring at Darren.
Perenelle nearly smacked him with her handbag.
Who else could they possibly be looking for? rlin?
But Nicolas was irritated. Darren reminded him of too many things—things he'd rather not rember. He needed to assert authority sohow, even if clumsily.
Darren suppressed a smile.
So Nicolas was choosing him… but his insistence on putting Harry first had rubbed the old man the wrong way.
He wanted Darren to understand that you can't just hand opportunities away as if they were sweets.
Not if they're yours.
Darren bowed again, calm and polite.
"Thank you, Mr. Flal, for taking the ti to tell . I'm sorry for troubling you. Then… I'll leave first."
He turned as if to walk away.
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Next few chapters will be little bit cringe , i an allover it is an okay fanfic but the second year part is a bit much
Just like that sniper scene , and attack on malfoy . There will be a lot of completely unnecessary things
And there will be a lot of a things different from canon
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