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Chapter 142 — He Is Not a Little Bun!!
In just one year, Paggie had transformed the vault completely.
All the copper Knuts and silver Sickles had vanished—replaced by stacks of Galleons that had multiplied five or six times over.
Thinking of how Paggie always clung to him crying about how poor they were and how Darren needed to work harder, Darren felt a jolt of disbelief.
Was Paggi… secretly a money-making prodigy?
"Oh my God, Darren… I remember what this vault looked like last year…"
Harry stared at the gleaming gold. The shock on his face was almost painful.
"So, brother," Darren whispered, tugging lightly on Harry's sleeve, "can I take some money and buy gifts for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? And maybe… a full set of books for Ron too?"
[Ding, Father +100]
Harry let out a breathless laugh.
"It's your money too. However you want to spend it, I won't mind… I just thought you believed they couldn't afford the books."
"How could that be? Mr. Weasley's salary is probably fine—just not enough for so many children.
And I heard Ginny was going to use old books again, so… I thought I should do something."
[Ding, Father +100]
Gilderoy Lockhart's books were absurdly expensive this year. Buying that many sets would strain anyone's wallet.
"But what excuse do we use?" Harry muttered, rubbing his messy hair.
He didn't want Mrs. Weasley to misunderstand and think they pitied them.
"When they leave the bank," Darren murmured, eyes brightening, "I'll ask Paggie to say that Potter ancestral portraits sent them."
"Darren… you're always clever," Harry said, genuinely impressed.
When they exited Gringotts, Darren quietly summoned Paggie.
Behind Paggie's avalanche of muttering—Darren's little master is so brilliant, Darren's little master is so kind—Darren dragged Harry back toward the Weasley group.
"Dear Mr. Weasley!"
Paggie appeared directly in front of Arthur Weasley.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley jumped.
"Hello! I am Paggie, house-elf of the Potter family!"
Paggie lifted his chin, looking absurdly regal despite his tiny size.
"Yes—yes, I remember now…" Mr. Weasley whispered to his wife. "The Potter family business is handled by this one… Paggie…"
Mrs. Weasley blinked. "So you came today because…?"
"Oh, yes!" Paggie said proudly. "During the time the two little masters stayed in Mr. Weasley's home, the Ancestral Portraits learned of your kindness. They felt the Potter family must respond properly, so they ordered me to deliver these gifts!"
he snapped her fingers.
A pile of gifts appeared.
Multiple full sets of Hogwarts books.
A brand-new wizarding robe Ginny would need.
Several supplies and tools.
And on top—
a gold-crafted gift box.
"These…" Mrs. Weasley stammered.
"No, no, madam! I am only a poor house-elf. If you refuse, I will be punished!" Paggie said with dramatic distress.
Then he pointed at the golden box and opened it with great pride.
"This is the latest antidote invented by our little master Darren! The Ministry of Magic is preparing to nominate the little master for the First Class Medal of Merlin. Just three days ago, Headmaster Dumbledore submitted the recommendation. There should be a mention in the papers today!"
"So fast?" Harry and Mr. Weasley blurted together.
They already knew Darren had created a powerful antidote, and Mr. Weasley had said Darren deserved at least a Second Class Medal. Harry secretly thought Darren deserved First Class—or even Special Class.
"Of course!" Paggie puffed up. "It is Darren's brilliance! An honor for Paggie as well! The Ancestral Portraits are so pleased that if they could leave their frames, they would be preparing a grand feast for Darren's little master!"
Mrs. Weasley held the antidote with deep awe.
"It's incredible… Following the instructions, it looks like it can treat nearly everything except a few special toxins!"
"No, no, no! It is not so good with wolf venom. Everything else—" Paggie thumped his chest—"is perfection! Darren Little Master is a genius! A blessing to this world!"
Darren's cheeks burned.
And there it was.
He knew the moment Paggie arrived, things would escalate instantly.
After Paggie bustled away, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley clung to Darren with even more affection.
They even ordered Fred and George to learn from Darren.
"Oh, Mum…" Fred whined. "We don't hate Darren—but you can't compare us to him!"
"Yeah, even half the professors can't do what he does…" George muttered.
Still, under Mrs. Weasley's glare, they obediently carried their brand-new books.
Ginny received her new cauldron and fresh wizard robes with shining eyes.
"Let's go home then!" one of the twins said hopefully.
"Yeah, nothing fun out here…"
They clearly planned to return home and test the ghoul.
"No one is going home!" Mrs. Weasley declared. "Today is Gilderoy Lockhart's book signing! We must go!"
Harry and Ron exchanged identical looks of despair—
but Hermione nearly burst with excitement.
"Lockhart? I mean—this year's textbooks were all written by him…" She coughed quickly. "He's very talented… Like Darren! Darren will grow up to be as handsome and powerful as Lockhart!"
Darren froze, face twisting in pure mortification.
He accepted being told he would grow handsome someday.
But turning into… that flamboyant self-advertising peacock Lockhart was in the original timeline?
Absolutely not.
He, Darren—little Father—
was not a little bun!
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