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The silent in this chapter refers to Obscurus
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Chapter 149 – Lockhart's Oblivion Charm!!
Darren was escorted back to Hogwarts by Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.
Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle were kept at the Ministry for safety.
They were also subtly warned that taking Darren out again might put him in danger.
Forced to choose, they endured the pain of letting him go.
By the time Darren arrived, dinner had just begun.
He slipped quietly to the Slytherin table, unnoticed at first.
But the moment he sat down, several Slytherins turned their heads.
They hadn't seen him in the common room earlier.
Everyone had assumed he'd gone looking for Harry Potter—after all, Harry's flying-car incident was already the talk of the school.
Most thought Darren had gone with him, or at least waited for him outside.
So when Darren suddenly appeared, calm and unaware, they exchanged looks.
He clearly didn't know anything.
And because of the jealousy simmering in Slytherin hearts, no one told him a word about Harry.
Darren frowned slightly.
He had been waiting for someone to bring it up so he could earn some Father Points.
But with everyone staying silent, he'd have to dig up the information himself.
He rubbed his temple.
This headache… he'd have to figure it out the hard way.
He glanced toward the Gryffindor table—and froze.
"Brother…?"
Harry wasn't there.
His stomach tightened. Darren's face paled instantly.
Kassandra tapped the table, trying to get him to sit straight and wait.
But Darren didn't even notice.
He pushed himself to his feet in full view of the entire hall.
"Darren—what are you doing?" Kassandra hissed, tugging at his robe.
But Darren looked at her with a trembling, desperate expression.
"Miss Kassandra… do you know where my brother is? Is he hurt? Where is he?
Please—please tell me… I'll do anything. Just tell me."
"My brother would never skip the first feast as a joke. Something must have happened. Someone must know something—please!"
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[Ding, Father +30]
[Ding, Father +50]
[Ding, Father +40]
[Ding…]
A wave of Father Points poured in.
Darren turned even paler—acting, but convincingly so.
Kassandra flinched at his expression, but she shook her head.
She didn't know where Harry was.
Darren fell silent.
He looked abandoned, hollow, as if the world had collapsed around him.
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[Ding, Father +50]
[Ding, Father +80]
[Ding, Father +70]
[Ding…]
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Then another chime:
[Ding, sensing that the Holy Father system's script is active around the host, a temporary task is released:
Use the Silent's appearance of a magic riot, break open the wounds on your body, and after three minutes, be persuaded to pretend to regain sanity.
Say: "I'm sorry, Professor… everyone… I frightened you. I was wrong.
I accept any punishment—just please save my brother."]
[Ding, reward: Lockhart's Oblivion Charm. Will the host accept?]
[Accept!]
Darren almost burst into laughter.
Another fun mission.
He lowered his eyes, and a terrifying pressure slowly spread outward.
Malfoy, oblivious, rolled his eyes.
"Oh, stop panicking, Scarhead's brother. Harry Potter isn't dead. He and Weasley made the front page—flying car and all! Went right into the clouds!"
"Yeah! Only the Weasleys would think of that!"
"What's the worst that could've happened? The professors are probably furious, but they'll survive— Wait, Darren, why is your chest bleeding?!"
"PROFESSOR! QUICK!"
"THE HEAD OF HOUSE IS COMING!"
"DARREN!"
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?!"
Slytherin erupted in panic.
Blood had begun to seep through Darren's robes—he had reopened his wounds deliberately.
He looked ghastly, trembling with dark, unstable magic.
Snape nearly vaulted down from the teacher's table.
He grabbed Darren's shoulders.
"Potter! Have you lost your mind? Calm yourself—Potter! Darren—listen to me—"
He glanced rapidly toward Dumbledore.
"Headmaster! Darren's magic is rioting—if he loses control the entire hall could explode!
Darren—listen—Harry Potter is alive! He's fine! If you keep this up, you'll kill people!"
Darren didn't respond.
He was counting down the system's timer.
Three minutes.
"Darren Potter," Snape murmured urgently, "if this continues, you may blow up the hall. Students will die. Do you want that?"
There.
Time's up.
Darren instantly reined in the Silent power.
The oppressive force vanished at once.
Professor McGonagall, who had been seconds away from starting an evacuation, let out a shaky breath.
Dumbledore approached with a grave expression—though his eyes were relieved.
"Darren… are you all right?"
The boy shook violently.
"Professor… I'm sorry… I almost hurt everyone.
You can punish me however you want—just… please… save my brother."
His voice cracked.
"The flying car—Ron is with him—they could both die…"
He sank to the floor, red-eyed, shaking as though breaking apart.
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[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining Lockhart's Oblivion Charm.]
Lockhart's Oblivion Charm: Created by Gilderoy Lockhart, this modified Memory Charm wipes memories clean as blank parchment.
(Maybe try it on yourself. You may find an unexpected surprise.)
Darren froze.
Use it on himself?
Why would he do that?
What a ridiculous system.
If it wants him to do something, it should just say why!
What happens if he Obliviates himself?
Would he forget he's a transmigrator?
Forget it.
He'd test it when he had time.
Preferably without falling into a loop of perpetual self-Obliviation.
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"Potter—drink."
Oh—right.
He was still in the middle of acting.
Darren looked up blearily just as Snape shoved a bottle of potion at him.
Darren tried to refuse, shaking his head.
Snape poured it directly into his mouth.
"Cough—cough!"
Darren sputtered as drowsiness washed over him.
Inwardly, he cursed Snape for being ruthless enough to spike the potion with sleeping draught.
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[Ding, Father +80]
[Ding, Father +90]
[Ding, Father +80]
[Ding…]
Not surprising.
But honestly… maybe he should get hurt more often at this rate.
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