Chapter 796

Forget it, I'll just have a test-tube baby in the future.

However, Mom and Dad cautiously offered me an idea.

I could find a scumbag to date.

Then I could have a baby of my own without needing a test tube.

They said they would help me raise the child.

This is truly an exciting proposal.

But...

I transmigrated before I could implement this plan.

I regret it a little.

I should have planned earlier; now that I think about it, I just feel sorry for them.

Thinking about this now is of no use.

I should think about how to make myself look more mediocre.

Right, the things I do should also be mediocre, so when the Sorting Hat checks, it will understand that I am a Hufflepuff through and through.

Although it is not easy for a witch from Hufflepuff to arrange a marriage.

After all, it sounds a bit stupid.

But it is still a marriage, it's just the difference between marrying someone rich and someone even richer, it doesn't matter.

By the way, when will I receive my acceptance letter?

In the original work, Harry Potter received his on his birthday; what about me? Will I be earlier?

After all, my birthday is in early July...

In the middle of August, I received my Hogwarts acceptance letter.

It's quite steady.

Conter has been mocking me for a long time.

He keeps saying I am a Squib.

How is that possible?

I can secretly use magic, how could I be a Squib?

Of course, during this time, I have been worried about whether it's because I am a transmigrator that my name isn't on the Book of Admittance at Hogwarts.

Fortunately.

It was finally delivered.

But the surprise of receiving the acceptance letter didn't last long at all.

Because Mom and Dad brought back another piece of news.

Harry Potter has a younger brother named Darren Potter.

How is that possible?

There is no such character in Harry Potter! Could it be my butterfly effect?

But where did I flap my wings?

For these ten years, I have rarely even stepped out of the house.

Just for fear of changing something and making the future uncertain.

Why on earth?

Will the appearance of this person change the future? Will all my previous preparations be gone? So terrifying!

I stayed in my room, shivering uncontrollably.

However, in order to get more information, I could only shiver while eavesdropping on them discussing the news about Darren Potter.

"That child is also considered to have a hard life, living in an orphanage all the time, raised to be thin and pitiful, so miserable!"

Mom's voice, filled with a hint of pity, came from outside the door.

Dad mocked her.

"That's just what you see; who knows what that old madman Dumbledore wants to do? In fact, does such a child really exist?"

I subconsciously wanted to believe Dad's statement.

But I also understood that if this matter was really said by Dumbledore, then it must be true.

But... it wasn't mentioned in the original work! Or is it really Dumbledore's joke? I thought in a panic.

But the news that Mom kept bringing back next made me understand that Darren Potter exists.

For example: "I went to Diagon Alley to buy clothes today; guess who I ran into?"

"Who?"

My younger brother asked cleverly.

Mom said happily: "It was that Darren Potter; he looks exactly like that Lily Evans from back then.

Lily Evans was also the beauty of Gryffindor, and that Darren Potter has absorbed the advantages of both Evans and Potter; he is very good-looking."

Mom, besides praising Darren Potter's appearance, also talked about what happened in Diagon Alley.

"...He also said that everyone is equal, saying that it is wrong for Miss Greengrass and Young Master Malfoy to look down on Muggles..."

Mom was recounting it word for word... The more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong.

A background that shouldn't exist, good-looking, and also shouting that everyone is equal.

Are you sure this person isn't a transmigrator?

Holding the thought that Darren Potter is a transmigrator, I had the house-elf collect information on Darren Potter, and the more I looked, the more shocked I felt.

And also a faint sense of jealousy.

I am so mediocre, yet he is so excellent.

But I also genuinely felt a desire to cry.

I am not alone; there is someone with me.

I even wanted to rush to his side quickly and pat him on the shoulder, shouting: "Hello, fellow countryman!"

He would definitely be startled, right? I thought with a wicked sense of humor.

But I still couldn't help crying for a whole night. The next morning, my eyes were swollen. Conter teased me for a long time.

I pretended to be angered to tears by him.

In reality, a glimmer of courage welled up in my heart. I am not fighting alone anymore.

I also have someone to rely on.

But this thought didn't last long before I dismissed it.

No.

I cannot get involved in his affairs.

It is obvious that he is also a protagonist.

There must be many disasters around the protagonist, even if it's a fan-fiction protagonist, it is very easy to attract accidents.

I can't.

I cannot go there.

I am so mediocre, I just want to live.

He has a golden finger, and I don't.

Why should I appear by his side? No, no, my plan cannot change.

Perhaps after the war ends, I will appear in front of him and say hello.

As for me now, I will absolutely not appear in front of him.

I think Dumbledore should also pay attention to him, whether it's protection or surveillance; my appearance now would be like a target.

That's right.

I cannot foolishly think that I have someone to rely on; someone like me, in the plot, is definitely destined to be cannon fodder.

Right, and those materials on Darren Potter should also be thrown away... No, they can't be thrown away.

Throwing them away would be conspicuous instead.

There are many people collecting information on Darren Potter now; I won't be very conspicuous, at most it will make people think I am curious.

When I enter Hogwarts and see Darren Potter, I'll find a flaw for him, and then I can throw away these materials, saying that Darren Potter is also an ordinary person and there is nothing strange about him.

This matter will be over.

After next time, I must absolutely not be so reckless again...