Chapter 1673

Also, I have been peeking all along, and I saw him take food many times. They should still be looking down at their own food, so their attention isn't focused.

Darren Potter must be using such visual error to make them think he has no appetite?

But, why? I pondered in my heart.

Why does he always have to put on this pitiful look? Is it because of a golden finger?

I have read many novels, and I have also read many system novels.

Could it be required by the system?

Could it be that he gets stronger by making people pity him? This is too...

It might as well be called the "Pretty Boy System"! Eh, maybe I guessed right.

He might just have such a system, which is why he performs like this.

Slytherin has many beauties and money, so going in would make it easier to complete tasks? I thought secretly in my heart.

A little want to laugh.

Alright, this transmigrator is also quite miserable; I guess he didn't get that kind of "slaughtering the world" system.

Otherwise, he would definitely go to Slytherin to compete for hegemony, instead of pretending to be pitiful there.

If I were given a "find a man" system, I would definitely collapse.

It seems his mentality is quite good.

Because I felt that the two of us were miserable to the point of being indistinguishable, I finally felt much more comfortable.

I took a big bite of pudding.

Maintain my figure?

Just one bite, it shouldn't make me gain weight, right? I comforted myself in my heart.

The food was finally cleared from the table.

I listened to Dumbledore speaking above, and couldn't help but yawn.

So sleepy.

After being full, it's time to let people sleep.

I subconsciously glanced at the Slytherin table next to Hufflepuff; Darren Potter wasn't far from me.

I saw him yawning one after another.

So, it's not that I'm not using my brain and feeling sleepy, but that everyone is sleepy.

As fellow transmigrators, isn't he also dozing off?

With his endorsement, I also started to lean on Hannah and yawn with peace of mind; Hannah was also very sleepy.

But she held me like a big sister.

I thought of my cousin in a daze.

She was also always very good to me.

She even said she wanted me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding.

It's a pity that the night before I transmigrated, I heard she was still arguing about breaking up with her boyfriend.

Can't go back, I thought.

Can I really wait for Mom and Dad to appear?

Tears quietly blurred my vision...

The next morning, when I was sitting at the dining table, I heard Slytherin House quietly talking about Darren Potter's awesomeness.

He actually smashed Malfoy's amulet with one punch.

An amulet!

I know, a life-saving thing.

My younger brother Kante also has one.

It is said that it is the only one in the family.

Mom and Dad in this life treat the amulet as a treasure, saying it can save lives; I didn't expect Darren Potter to be able to smash it with one punch.

Is this combat power too strong?

I was still sympathizing with him last night, thinking it might be a "Pretty Boy System," but I didn't expect him to be slaughtering the world at night.

I really still have to sympathize with myself.

I roasted speechlessly.

On the surface, I looked stupidly at Professor Sprout handing out our class schedules.

"Are you full, children? Hurry up and go to class!"

Professor Sprout said gently to us.

I quietly glanced at Snape, who was emitting cold air, Professor Flitwick, who didn't care about anything, and Professor McGonagall, who was roaring at the Gryffindor students to hurry to class.

I am once again thankful that I chose Hufflepuff.

Professor Sprout is just too good to us! The first class is Potions.

I know from the original work how he teaches Slytherin and Gryffindor, but this is my first time seeing him teach Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

... His class is okay.

Although he is a bit cold and his speech is a bit venomous, as long as you follow his requirements, you won't get scolded.

I feel that Potions class isn't that hard to take, right?

Isn't it just following the requirements and doing all the steps? As long as you concentrate on brewing, the potion won't be that bad.

I don't quite understand why Neville in the original work always blew up his cauldron? Could it be that he has a unique talent?

I really don't understand.

However, although I can't do Potions very badly, I can't do it very well either.

I should be the second one to finish the potion.

The first was a girl from Ravenclaw.

I wasted some more time, and it wasn't until the eleventh that I went up to hand in the potion.

Because I wasn't in the top ten, Snape almost didn't even turn his head, telling me to just put it there.

I put it there, and then turned around, wanting to leave, but saw Snape looking at something through the window.

I subconsciously took a look.

The window of Snape's classroom is directly above the Charms classroom.

And Darren Potter was sitting at the window of the Charms classroom; from Snape's direction, one could just see him.

Seeing him sitting upright obediently, listening to the lecture intently, his fiery red hair made one feel better just looking at it.

Alright!

Snape must be missing his lover.

I left on tiptoe...