Chapter 779: Good People Have Good Rewards!!
Ten years later.
Darren was playing a game in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.
Thanks to the contributions of ordinary Muggles, there was now a game console sitting right there in the office.
The only regret—
he still didn't have a mobile phone.
It really bothered him.
As for his wives—
some were teaching at Hogwarts, while others had gone into the Muggle world to study technology, all so they could get him using a mobile phone as soon as possible.
Of course, there were others with different responsibilities.
Hermione , for example, had been busy lately dealing with the centaurs' slander against him. In her view, they had gone too far, and she was even preparing to drive them out of the Forbidden Forest.
And Ginny had been preparing for the next Quidditch World Cup.
As for Betsy and the others—they were handling external public relations.
Recently, someone had dug up the fact that he carried Voldemort's bloodline, and people had started debating again whether he was truly a good person.
So Betsy and the others were guiding public opinion, leading people to believe that he was the kindest person in the world.
From what they said, things were going very well.
Now no one thought he was a bad person anymore.
At most, people would only say he felt a little unreal.
After all—how could someone be that perfect?
But none of those voices ever reached Darren.
Right now, his only entertainment—besides gaming—was messing with Gilderoy Lockhart.
He had even cured Lockhart's speech, then talked with him for two hours straight, until Lockhart got so angry he stopped responding entirely and left with a dark expression.
Darren had nearly laughed himself to death.
But lately, Lockhart had become so frustrated that he didn't even bother arguing anymore.
That made things boring.
Darren felt uncomfortable.
He even considered finding someone like Mundungus or Rita Skeeter to play the role of a villain again.
But unfortunately—
those two were extremely good at staying alive.
Even Albus Dumbledore might occasionally criticize others, but whenever Darren was mentioned, it was always praise.
Who would go after someone who could "praise himself" so well?
So Darren knew very clearly—
he was about to enter the most boring phase of his life.
He sighed softly.
In this vast magical world—
there wasn't even a single proper villain left.
It was unbearably dull.
That sigh made the girl standing at the door frown.
Daisy had just opened the office door, and now she looked at him with concern.
"Dad? Are you okay?"
Darren laughed.
"Of course!"
Daisy let out a small sigh.
Ever since she was little, her mothers had told her that her father had been dragged back from death.
That deep down, he had wanted to rest.
But they had selfishly interrupted that peace.
So she always paid attention to his emotions.
Her mothers were worried something might happen to him.
Even though Daisy herself thought her father was incredibly powerful and nothing could happen to him, her mothers insisted she was still too young to understand.
All she had to do—
was observe.
And from years of experience, Daisy was certain—
her father's mood wasn't good right now.
That smile…
was forced.
She had heard him sigh just now.
And honestly, as Headmaster, Dad could play games, watch movies, sleep until noon…
If any student annoyed him, they'd be punished by her mothers the next day.
She really didn't understand—
why he would feel unhappy.
Maybe she really was too young.
After all, every time she heard her mothers, her grandfathers, Uncle Harry, Uncle Ron…
whenever they talked about her father being "pitiful"—
she always felt like the world had gone mad.
Still—
there was no denying it.
Daisy liked protecting her father.
Because even though he was powerful, he was too kind.
People would say to his face that he had the blood of a dark wizard.
And every time—
he never argued.
He just felt sad.
But she had read The Potter Brothers.
She knew—
her father was a hero.
So why did people still bully him?
Even though her mothers dealt with those people, Daisy still felt angry.
Especially that man—Lockhart.
Her father was kind enough to visit him every month.
He had even helped him regain his speech.
And yet after recovering, Lockhart only used that voice to insult him.
Every time her father came back from those visits—
he would feel down for a long time.
Her mothers could only take turns comforting him.
Daisy remembered something else her mothers once said.
That at first, Dad hadn't even wanted her to be born.
Because he thought Mom Ginny was too good—
and didn't want her tied down by someone like him.
But her mother insisted.
She believed that having Daisy would give him a reason to live.
And she had been right.
After Daisy was born—
there were fewer and fewer times when her father was truly sad.
He liked her very much.
And she loved him too.
That was enough.
In the future—
she would personally deal with anyone who spoke badly about her father.
Of course…
she wouldn't let him know.
He was too kind.
He just needed to live peacefully.
They would make sure the world understood how perfect he was.
Daisy encouraged herself silently.
Then she walked up to him and hugged him tightly.
"Dad, I love you the most!"
"Me too," Darren replied with a smile.
Then, as if something had just occurred to him, he said thoughtfully,
"Daisy… what do you think? If I made a potion that could turn Muggles into wizards, would life be better for everyone?"
"I just saw the news. Muggles are still at war…"
"If everyone had magic… maybe they could become one family?"
At that moment—
there would definitely be more people causing trouble.
Wouldn't that make things more interesting?
Darren's eyes lit up.
That quick glance at the Muggle newspaper—originally meant to prop up a table leg—had given him a brilliant idea.
He felt like it was finally time to spend all that accumulated Father value.
After all—
if Muggles became wizards, the world would be far more lively.
Darren silently praised his own cleverness.
[Ding, Father +100]
Daisy's eyes widened.
She noticed the newspaper in his hand.
It was a Muggle paper.
It showed news of war.
So that sigh earlier—
was because of this?
She remembered her mothers talking about those wars, feeling sorry for the people suffering in them, yet unable to help.
And now—
Dad had thought of a solution.
Looking at the light in his eyes—
Daisy suddenly understood something.
Why her mothers loved him so much.
Even knowing he preferred peace and quiet—
they still brought him back.
Because—
he cared about the world.
Her heart filled with pride.
Dad really was perfect.
If he succeeded—
no one would ever call him useless again.
And if anyone dared—
she would personally punch them.
Daisy clenched her fists angrily.
Of course, she wouldn't say any of this out loud.
She simply hugged her father tightly.
"Dad, don't worry. Mom and I will help you!"
And the grandfathers, the uncles—
everyone would help him.
Because it was true.
Good people would always be rewarded.
Her father was loved by so many—
because he was kind.
Even someone like Rita Skeeter, who used to twist the truth, never spoke badly about him now.
And even Mundungus—
who had once been imprisoned by her father before the final battle—
never said a single bad word about him either.
It seemed that even bad people—
could be moved by her father's character.
So today—
was another day to protect Dad from being bullied.