Chapter 1680

I echoed: "Really, he is so good-looking, so good-looking, my face is even blushing!"

Halloween finally arrived.

Except for the seventh year, every Halloween is an accident scene.

I sped up eating.

Hannah next to me told me to eat slowly; she poured me a cup of milk tea.

My good Hannah, she is becoming more and more like a big sister now!

I swallowed the syrup cookie in my mouth and leaned my dirty mouth over, letting her help me wipe it.

Hannah was helpless, but gently wiped my mouth, then threw the handkerchief to me.

I didn't urge her to eat more, because I am selfish.

I cannot show even a little flaw to others.

So I continued to lower my head and eat, while calling out to Hannah: "Hannah, hurry and taste this pork chop; the flavor is so good today!"

I saw Darren Potter eating faster than me, and I knew it was time.

I accelerated my speed again.

When I saw Darren Potter stand up, I stopped my mouth; I held my wand tightly in my palm.

And I was ready to run away as soon as there was a problem.

Fortunately.

Everything proceeded just like in the original work.

Darren Potter didn't modify the plot.

It's not like he forgot; he just deliberately didn't modify it.

He knows everything, but he didn't even have the intention to modify it.

I felt a bit relieved; at the very least, I wouldn't be cannon fodder for no reason because he wanted to change the plot.

I let out a sigh of relief, then continued to hold my wand tightly until I returned to the Hufflepuff common room.

I realized that I was holding Hannah's hand tightly.

Hannah thought I was scared.

She patted my head to comfort me.

"Don't be afraid, Darren will definitely be fine!"

I wanted to roll my eyes.

Because Darren Potter will definitely be fine.

He is the protagonist, how could he have any trouble? But I cannot say that.

I showed a stupid worry.

"But I am still so scared; Hannah, sleep with me tonight!"

If something happens, we run!

Although it's unlikely to reach Hufflepuff, we should prepare for the worst, right? We waited in the Hufflepuff common room for a while, and then heard a rumbling explosion. After that, it became quiet.

The Hufflepuff prefect told us to go back to sleep.

My heart was full of curiosity.

But on the surface, I yawned, swaying as I pulled Hannah to our room.

We snuggled together. I should be leaning on her.

I curled up and fell asleep.

I really am still this timid and afraid.

The next day we found out that Darren Potter was unconscious because his magic power was exhausted.

He spent last night in the hospital wing.

After he was discharged, his little face was still pale, which was particularly heartbreaking to look at.

I noticed that every time Snape looked at his eyes, he would reveal a little worry and helplessness.

Of course, Snape is even more annoyed with Harry.

It seems Snape thinks Darren fighting the troll was because of Harry Potter.

Actually, looking at the "hero saving the beauty" plot, why would Snape hate Harry Potter?

Could it be the so-called "father's debt paid by the son"?

Hahaha, looking at Harry Potter's stifled expression, I laughed secretly.

Of course.

I actually envy Harry Potter too.

Although he has no parents, he now has Dumbledore planning for him.

And Snape protecting him from behind the scenes.

As well as the adults and children in the wizarding world who worship him.

And even two very good friends.

And these, Darren and I should both be envious of, right?

We are transmigrators; no matter how real the world here is, there will be a sense of detachment.

Lonely yet looking not lonely.

Sad yet looking not sad.

Why did it have to be us who transmigrated?

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