Chapter 803: Side Story—This is Called Cowardice!!

A period of time after Halloween.

The Golden Trio finally completed their combination.

Of course, the Golden Trio became a quartet.

Because Darren Potter joined.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

Darren Potter wrapped himself up into a ball.

I also want to be like him, but I can't.

Mother specifically wrote to tell me that it was already embarrassing enough that I entered Hufflepuff, and I must not neglect my posture.

If I were to wrap myself into a ball, I might be considered even stupider by those boys.

After all, few people have looks like Darren Potter's.

Even when wrapped into a ball, he just goes from good-looking to cute.

I can't manage that.

I can only honestly dress like everyone else.

But I feel like I'm going to freeze to death.

I can't yet do what Hermione does, conjuring a flame so they can warm themselves.

I can only freeze.

I go to school shivering every day.

Although I pretend well, no one knows I'm cold except Hannah.

I have heard some news one after another.

For example, Snape limped into his office.

For example, Harry Potter was almost beaten by Snape.

These pieces of news remind me of which step the plot has reached.

I haven't made any move that shouldn't appear, and obviously, Darren Potter hasn't either.

I am very glad that he is not a reckless person.

This makes me feel comfortable inside.

This makes me feel that the help I gave him last time was not wrong.

I pray that we survive together.

Time quickly reached the middle of November.

The weather became even colder.

This day is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

I originally wanted to stay in my bed.

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

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

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

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 seemed as if his eyes were only on Harry Potter.

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; 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 I hate not being able to stay inside, let alone go play a match.

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

I saw Hermione run to the teachers' seats; I knew she intended to set Snape's robe on fire.

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

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

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 truly not reckless; my life is guaranteed!

I saw Harry Potter land on the ground from the corner of my eye, 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 giggled, saying, "They are both brothers, I like them both!"

My words didn't get Hannah's approval, but they were approved by many of Harry's child fans.

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

As a result, later Darren Potter performed so well 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 recounted my words.

It gave them a very good reason.

On the surface, I was stupidly clueless, but privately I rolled my eyes wildly.

A bunch of little brats even care about face!

...Christmas is coming.

Harry Potter and the others are starting to look for Nicolas Flamel's name in the library. I thought Darren Potter would tell them this name 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 some kind of system that kills 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 see him surrounded by all kinds of girls, or those teachers taking care of him openly or secretly, this sympathy of mine just won't come out.

It's better to pity myself than to pity him.

I am still freezing myself!

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

I had the heart to want to give Darren Potter a hint, but once, by chance, I saw him look back when Quirrell couldn't see.

I know, he knows.

But why?

Could it be that Quirrell is also a transmigrator?

Probably not; his performance, except for 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" 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 return to, but actually, I am the same as him.

Homeless!

I returned home for Christmas.

Conte 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 Jin Jin Jin Jialong, as well as candy.

Conte sent me a mouse.

I put it aside, preparing to scream in a while.

To perform my stupidity.

Next is Hannah.

Hannah sent me a "Magic Book 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.

All were some candies.

It seems that the fact that I like to eat 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 bit 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 gave him a bag of candy, yet he sent me such a big package; what exactly does he want to do?

But in the end, I opened the package.