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Chapter 127 — Antidote Formula!!
Probably because he was in such a good mood, Snape ultimately didn't give Darren detention.
But Darren did notice something: Snape's attitude toward Harry had gotten even worse.
Before, Snape had treated Harry with anger mixed with ridicule.
Now it was disgust mixed with anger and ridicule.
Well… that was how the school year ended.
More or less.
Actually, there was one more bright spot: final exam results were released.
Darren ranked first in the entire year.
Every professor gave him a perfect evaluation.
As for Harry and Ron, they also passed with high scores—clearly Hermione's influence.
Soon their luggage was loaded onto the train, and they received the yearly warning: no underage magic during the summer holiday.
Hagrid saw them off at the station.
When the train pulled in, they stepped onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
"Harry, Darren, write to us during the summer!" Hermione said excitedly.
"You've both got to come over to my house!" Ron added.
Harry's mood dipped.
In the wizarding world, he felt important—like he mattered.
But back at Privet Drive, he turned into "the unwanted problem" again.
Thankfully, Darren would be with him.
Except… that was the part Harry dreaded even more.
He didn't want Darren to see how he lived.
And he definitely didn't want the Dursleys to yell at him in front of Darren.
But Dumbledore said it was necessary.
"Um… Darren," Harry said, hesitant, "Dumbledore says you've got to stay with me at my aunt and uncle's. Unless—should I let Paggie scare them a bit first?"
He perked up a little at the idea.
Darren refused immediately. He took out two large gift boxes from his suitcase—one for Harry, one for himself.
"Brother, Headmaster Dumbledore also told me this:
Since we're going to my aunt and uncle's, we need to bring gifts.
When you were younger, you didn't have any money, so you stayed there for free and ate their food.
But now that we do have money, we should give them support—and thank them for raising you."
[Ding! Holy Father Points +50]
Harry was touched, but still uneasy.
"They locked me in the cupboard under the stairs," he muttered. "They thought I was a monster… I still don't like them."
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[Ding! A Holy Father scenario has been detected.]
Temporary Task Issued:
Comfort Harry.
Tell him about your own childhood experiences.
Make him feel grateful rather than resentful.
Reward upon completion:
✔ Antidote Formula (advanced)
Accept task?
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Darren hesitated.
An antidote formula?
But the wizarding world already had antidotes.
Was the system giving him… a future version? A more advanced one?
He was confused—but he accepted.
[Accept]
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Darren walked over and set his hands on Harry's shoulders, a gentle look in his eyes.
"Brother, I know how upset you are.
But honestly… your life there was still better than life in the orphanage."
Harry looked up sharply.
"In the orphanage," Darren continued quietly, "the teachers were kind in front of visitors. But when no one was watching, they often forgot to feed us.
There were times I went hungry for two or three days. Once, I was so desperate I dug in a trash bin and found rotten leaves. Guess what I did?
I ate them. All of them.
Because if I didn't eat, I thought I might starve to death before my parents ever came to take me home."
Harry's eyes reddened instantly.
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[Ding! Task updated]
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Harry shook his head quickly. "I don't blame you. I didn't even know you existed then. If I had, you wouldn't have stayed in that place…"
He had asked Paggie about Darren's past, but Paggie refused to say anything—Darren's orders.
So Harry asked several professors.
Only then did he learn how miserable Darren's early life had been—far worse than his own.
Darren gave him a sad smile.
"Brother… you see? The orphanage wasn't good.
Your aunt may not have treated you well, but she did treat you better than the orphanage treated me.
The teachers often forgot to feed me. Once, I was so starving I ate smelly vegetable scraps from the bin.
I always imagined my parents would come get me someday—that maybe I had a brother or sister who would like me…"
His voice trembled.
"And then I found you.
The best brother in the world.
The savior of everyone.
I'm so happy you exist."
Harry sniffed, blinking rapidly.
Darren pressed on gently.
"So… try to forgive them. On the day we lost our mother, Aunt Petunia also lost her sister.
She was afraid of your magic. She thought you were a freak.
But she still took you in.
Professor Dumbledore left you with a letter. He didn't leave money. He didn't even give her your mother's body.
Mom was a hero in the wizarding world—but to your aunt, she was still her sister.
Even after Voldemort fell, there were Death Eaters roaming around. Your aunt and uncle took a risk by keeping you.
I can't say I like her. But I'm grateful she fed you.
Maybe… maybe I should thank her."
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[Ding! Task complete. Reward acquired: Antidote Formula + Scene Card x1]
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Antidote Formula (Advanced):
A future-generation antidote formula capable of counteracting more than three hundred toxins—over triple the number covered by current known antidotes.
Darren froze.
…Wasn't this too outrageous to reveal now?
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Author's Note :-
Whether reading the books or watching the films, I always felt Dumbledore was too hasty.
He left a baby on a doorstep with only a letter—no financial support—and expected a family to raise him.
Petunia was a housewife. Vernon was the only one earning money.
Which husband would agree to raising a sister-in-law's child without warning—especially one they considered "a freak"?
Of course, if you disagree, you're right and I'm wrong!
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