Chapter 1682

Time quickly reached the middle of November.

The weather is even colder.

This day is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

I originally wanted to stay in my bed.

But thinking about the plot that would happen on this day, I was still a bit curious: what would Darren Potter do?

Looking at his appearance, he should help Harry Potter, right?

Or maybe he will take this opportunity to catch Quirrell in advance? I thought worriedly.

So, urged by Hannah, I dragged myself out. We stayed in the freezing cold stands, watching them compete.

I secretly looked at Darren Potter.

It was as if Harry Potter was all he could see.

But I am sure he should be glad.

After all, it is not him playing Quidditch in this weather.

I am as afraid of the cold as he is, and I know what he means.

It won't be wrong.

Even if he pretends well, I know his current thoughts!

After all, I am so cold that I don't even want to come out, let alone play a game.

The match reached the scene where Harry Potter's broom began to shake.

I saw Hermione run to the teachers' seats, and I knew she intended to set Snape's robes on fire.

I didn't pay attention to her, but instead continued to watch Darren Potter.

He still didn't make any move; he didn't even look at Hermione, letting her go and ignite Snape's robes.

He just pretended to be very worried, looking at Harry Potter without turning his head.

I observed him for a long time.

Finally, I let out a heavy breath.

He is really not reckless; my life is guaranteed!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry Potter land on the ground, and I cheered along with everyone else.

"Harry Potter, you're so cool!"

I shouted loudly.

Hannah teased me for being fickle.

I leaned on her and said with a silly smile: "They are both brothers, I like them both!"

My words didn't make Hannah agree, but they made many of Harry's child fans agree.

At first, they all claimed that they only liked Harry Potter.

As a result, Darren Potter performed so well later that they wanted to change their tune, but they were embarrassed and felt it was quite shameful.

Hearing me say this, they quickly found their organization.

They are brothers, it's nothing to like them both!

They narrated my words.

It gave them a very good reason.

On the surface, I looked silly and clueless, but privately I rolled my eyes wildly.

A bunch of brats still care about face!

... Christmas is coming.

Harry Potter and the others are starting to look for the name Nicolas Flamel in the library. I thought Darren Potter would tell them this name a bit earlier.

After all, knowing this name sooner or later doesn't affect anything.

But he didn't.

Darren Potter is even more steady than me.

Of course, it could also be called cowardly.

It is very obvious that even if he got a system, he didn't get a system that could kill everyone.

How pitiful.

Clearly having a golden finger, yet still having to tread carefully.

I felt a little sympathy for him.

But every time I saw him surrounded by all kinds of girls, or those teachers taking care of him openly or secretly, this sympathy of mine just couldn't be emitted.

It's better to sympathize with myself than to sympathize with him.

I am still freezing myself!

Of course, during this period, I also discovered one thing, which is that Quirrell is always secretly watching Darren Potter...

I had a mind to give Darren Potter a hint, but once, by chance, I saw him look back where Quirrell couldn't see.

I know, he knows.

But why?

Could it be that Quirrell is also a transmigrator?

Probably not; his performance, except towards Darren Potter, is the same as the original work, of course, not excluding that he is doing it on purpose.

But I can wait.

If the ending of this semester is different, I still have to run away.

I thought secretly, and then wrote "not staying at school" on Sprout's stay-at-school form.

Although my parents in this life don't like me much, they wouldn't let me stay at Hogwarts during the Christmas holiday.

I heard Hannah and the others say that Darren was mocked by Malfoy for being a homeless child; I stood still for a long time.

I look like I have a home to go back to, but actually, I am the same as him.

Homeless!

I went home for Christmas.

Kent still doesn't like me.

But given that I have already started school and know more magic than him, he didn't dare to provoke me.

On Christmas Day.

I woke up and saw the gifts in the room.

Not many.

Mom and Dad sent some Galleons and candy.

Kent sent me a mouse.

I put it aside, preparing to scream later.

To perform my stupidity.

Next is Hannah.

Hannah sent me a book, "Magic Books of the Magical World," which contains some interesting spells.

I carefully put it under my pillow, preparing to try them out later.

Then there were gifts from several Hufflepuff classmates.

They were all candies.

It seems that my love for eating has already gone deep into people's hearts.

Finally, there was a particularly large package.

I looked at the name on it.

Darren Potter.

A gift from Darren Potter. I didn't open it for a while.

I was a little afraid to open it.

What if he finds out I'm a transmigrator?

What if he asks me to fight Voldemort with him? If...

I even wanted to run away.

I only sent him a bag of candy, yet he sent me such a large package; what exactly does he want to do?

But in the end, I opened the package.