Chapter 797

I am sitting on the Hogwarts Express, a bit absent-minded.

Even though I understand that I shouldn't think about that Darren Potter, my heart just can't help wanting to see him.

This transmigrator who is the same as me, what does he actually look like? What golden finger does he have?

"I heard Harry Potter is also on the train; let's go find him!"

Malfoy's voice passed by outside my compartment.

Don't ask me how I know it's his voice; as nobles, we have met.

Of course, the relationship isn't good.

Who told me to be 'stupid and clumsy', not liked by the young master of the Malfoy family? Actually, I still think Malfoy was quite cute when he was little.

A little white-haired ball, he was my favorite back then! But forget it.

No matter how cute, it's not as important as life.

I zoned out for a while.

Actually, I know that if I follow Malfoy, I can find Harry Potter and that Darren Potter.

But as I said before, my life is more important.

I gave up.

Anyway, I think I will see them at the Sorting Ceremony.

I closed my eyes, pretending to start dozing off.

In reality, I was eavesdropping on the movements outside.

Hmm.

Especially Malfoy's movements.

He walked past my compartment in a huff.

The footsteps were very heavy.

It confirmed to me which part of the plot had been reached.

The Hogwarts Express is really too... slow! I sat in despair.

The only excitement was the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family passing by my compartment while holding a red-haired student.

This was what I saw when I opened one eye when I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore.

Becky Greengrass.

Another person I haven't seen in the original work; could it be my butterfly effect?

I can't figure it out, I can't understand it.

Forget it, there's already a second transmigrator, maybe it's his butterfly effect.

When I got off the Hogwarts Express, I felt like my butt was about to be sat into eight pieces.

So annoying, so annoying!

Why can't we use Floo Powder to get to school?

Why does such an old-fashioned way of going to school still exist? When will Darren Potter improve this train?

Other transmigrators would dislike this train; I believe he will too.

Keep it up!

Darren Potter! I thought in my heart.

On the surface, I still looked around stupidly.

No one paid any attention to me.

Or rather, they looked down on me.

Uh-huh.

What do they know? The more you know, the more it makes people afraid! I walked slowly in the direction of the crowd.

And then, unexpectedly, I saw Darren Potter.

Or rather.

My visual-oriented nature and my procrastination allowed me to see him.

Because of procrastination, I was able to hear the conversation between Hagrid and Darren Potter at this time.

Because of my visual-oriented nature, I was able to notice him at a glance.

No matter how much my mother in this life praised him for being good-looking, the good-looking I had always imagined was probably the kind of good-looking that stars have.

But the first time I saw Darren Potter, my old motherly heart welled up.

Such a cute little boy.

This is just too cute! Sorry.

The little fresh meats of the original world, Mom is climbing the wall!

Seriously, Darren Potter's appearance fits all my fantasies about foreign children; it's truly too lovable.

Not to mention that he is currently showing an expression of looking forward to the front; I really... fell for it!

Ahhhhh!

Why are some transmigrators born so cute? Even if it's a system bonus, I'll accept it.

This face value is worth me spending... I also heard Darren Potter's call.

He called out "Brother" in a slightly milky voice.

I suddenly calmed down.

He is a transmigrator; it is obvious that he wants to hug the original protagonist's thigh, and I cannot participate.

Even if I'm carried away, I cannot be stupid.

Which is more important, the idol or my life?

In my opinion, of course, my life is more important.

Sorry.

Mom was carried away by your face value, but for the sake of her own life, she's backing off again.

Goodbye! Darren Potter.

I took short steps to catch up with a girl who looked as stupid as me.

"Hello, take me with you, I can't walk anymore..."

"Ah? Then I'll pull you; by the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Polly Flynn, and you?"

"My name is Hannah Abbott, you look really good."

"No way, no way, just, average!"

Looking at this most authentic girl in the fan-fiction, I showed a stupid smile.

Found the organization.

She is Hufflepuff!

I decided that my best friend in Hogwarts would be her.

She looks a bit smarter than I act.

Hmm.

I'm stupid!

I happily held her hand tightly.

Hannah is very kind to me.

She didn't dislike my 'stupidity', but instead kept taking care of me.

Are all Hufflepuffs this kind?

I like their kindness! Along the way, we supported each other.

I tried my best not to look at the location of Darren Potter and Harry Potter; I walked through the darkness with tears in my eyes.

Why did it have to be me who transmigrated?

There is clearly a protagonist here, why did Merlin have to bring me along?

If I hadn't transmigrated yet, perhaps I would already have a child by now.

Hannah perhaps noticed that I was shedding tears.

She looked at me with concern.

I squeezed my eyes and quickly said: "I miss Mom and Dad so much!"

Yes, I miss them so much!

Maybe it was because I said it with too much emotion.

Hannah also started sobbing.

We arrived at Hogwarts Castle with tears streaming down our faces.

I might have been standing in front of Hermione Granger.

Actually, I didn't notice her behind me at all; if I had known, I would definitely have avoided her.

I only knew she was behind me when I heard Hermione Granger popularizing knowledge to others.

She called out: "This place is enchanted, it looks the same as the outside; I read it in 'Hogwarts: A History'."

Of course, besides what Hermione Granger said, there was also what Darren Potter said.

He said timidly: "I heard Madam Pomfrey say that we seem to have to fight a troll."

I was stunned.

Does he really not know about the Sorting Ceremony? Is he not a transmigrator? I felt uneasy for a moment.

Is it true or false?

Or does this transmigrator not know the plot?

Because I was far away, I could only confirm it was his voice; I couldn't see his expression, so I could only pray that he knew the plot.

If he doesn't know the plot, he might turn the plot into a level that even Harry Potter wouldn't dare to look at directly.

And the risk of my death would also increase.

I was trembling with fear.

I even started to think that if he really didn't know the plot, maybe I should find a way to go abroad after this summer vacation.

Although I don't think this is a good way, I have no other choice.

A transmigrator, with a golden finger, and doesn't know the plot.

He himself would definitely be fine, but bystanders might end up in trouble.

Especially someone like me, who looks like cannon fodder at first glance.

I thought with trepidation.

Then I heard the Sorting Hat's song, followed by a boy's complaint.

So it turns out you just have to put the hat on; who said we had to fight a troll?

I could tell he was just complaining and didn't mean to find out who said it.

But Darren Potter seemed to stand up and apologize very innocently.

Eh?

Although this apology sounded very pitiful, and he also appeared very innocent, but... we are all adult transmigrators, is he really that innocent?

Fake, fake, fake! He must be pretending!

But why would he pretend to be like this?