Chapter 820

News was received during the summer vacation.

Sirius had escaped from Azkaban.

I learned this news from the Daily Prophet.

Dad saw me reading this article and mercifully told me that Sirius might have been wronged.

After all, for so many years, those Death Eaters in Azkaban had never mentioned that Sirius was their accomplice.

“He betrayed the Black family for James Potter, how could he betray James Potter for the Dark Lord?

However, he had been locked up in Azkaban for thirteen years, perhaps his heart had changed; you should pay attention, don’t run around, be careful not to be killed by him.”

Dad explained hurriedly and then left quickly.

My face was full of gratitude.

In my heart, I was pondering whether Dumbledore knew about this.

Sirius’s innocence was known even to ordinary nobles; did Dumbledore really not know?

Was it that he knew but didn’t want to care, or that he didn’t know, and he wasn’t very sure either? I didn’t know; I just looked at Sirius’s ferocious face on the newspaper.

I placed my hand on his face.

I really wanted to ask one sentence: Was it worth it?

But I understood that for these people, whether it was worth it or not was long ago not a question that should be discussed.

If I had this time, I might as well think about what arrangements Darren would have for this godfather of Harry’s.

By the way, Harry had a godfather; I didn’t know if Darren had one? In the blink of an eye, the summer vacation was about to end.

This was the happiest summer vacation I had ever spent.

Without Cante’s pranks, and without anyone being sarcastic beside me, I felt I had almost gained a circle of weight.

The day before school started, I looked at myself in the mirror. The soft and cute little girl already had a tendency to be a beauty.

Before, I only felt cute when I wore glasses.

But now I wore glasses to cover up that trace of beauty’s foundation.

I started to laugh.

I put on my glasses well, not letting myself show a good-looking appearance right now.

I didn’t need to make myself look too beautiful right now.

Be low-key.

From ancient times to the present, being high-profile was more likely to cause trouble…

I still had to prepare some sleeping draughts.

Dementors would appear on the third-year train.

I didn’t want to deal with them.

I suspected that all the tragedies of my life would well up in my heart.

So I needed to sleep until Hogwarts.

As long as I was asleep, it would be much better.

I packed an amount to sleep until Hogwarts.

Then I slept until morning.

After breakfast, I was sent to Platform 9 and 3/4 by a house-elf.

Mom and Dad still didn’t come to see me off.

I didn’t care; I felt more at ease this way.

If they could keep not making trouble like this, I could be a little Voldemort after I married.

After all, women who married over would all do this.

As long as they didn’t make trouble…

At the station, I saw the Weasley family.

I didn’t get close.

I saw Mrs. Weasley hugging Darren.

Darren had grown taller, and his little face already had the handsome look of the future.

His current appearance was between cute and handsome.

Cute and made people feel like falling in love.

Harry Potter was also quite good-looking.

But I thought of his appearance in the movie and always felt he would grow up to be ugly.

I hoped he wouldn’t be like the movie version.

I silently prayed for him.

After all, looking at Darren, I was afraid he would sweep up all the famous little girls in Hogwarts, and if Harry Potter grew up to be ugly, I was afraid he would be destined to be alone!

I lowered my head and passed by them, then found an empty carriage, waiting for Hannah to find me.

She would definitely come to find me.

Sure enough, not long after, Hannah found me.

She hugged me.

“Polly, you must have had a great summer vacation; your complexion has improved!”

She said in surprise.

I nodded with a smile.

“During the summer vacation, I saw the younger brother my mom gave birth to; he is very cute, he is different from Cante, I want him to follow Darren, so Darren will have someone to protect him!”

I pretended to be a fan girl and said.

Hannah was amused by me.

“Little fan girl!”

She flicked my nose.

I had the heart to complain that she was more exaggerated than the one I pretended to be, but in the end, I didn’t say it.

After all, I was just that stupid. This time I brought a comic book.

I read it with her.

When the sky gradually darkened, I pretended to be sleepy and secretly drank the sleeping draught.

“I’ll sleep for a while, I didn’t sleep well last night, call me when we get to Hogwarts!”

I looked at Hannah.

Hannah nodded; she looked at the comic book without raising her head.

My sleepiness came up.

I closed my eyes.

I was dreaming.

I dreamed of my mom and dad from my previous life.

They were cooking.

I walked toward them; they didn’t pay attention to me; I passed through their bodies; I realized that my current state was a ghost state.

So I wandered around the house.

More than ten years had passed, and I was a bit unfamiliar with the house.

I couldn’t remember where things should be placed, only remembering the general location.

So I came to the living room.

There was a table in the living room, and three sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table; for a moment, I thought I was still there.

But only Mom and Dad came in, and there was no "me."

When they ate, they didn’t talk and laugh like I saw before, but were dull.

The TV in the living room was on, but I felt they might not have been listening at all.

The meal was finished in a quiet and noisy environment.

I saw Mom go to wash the dishes, and Dad was sweeping the floor.

When Dad lowered his head, he coughed violently several times.

Only then did I realize he had already aged a bit.

I walked toward him; there were many white hairs on his head.

There were some before, but he liked to use hair dye to cover them; now looking at the situation, it had been a long time since he dyed his hair.

I was silent for a moment.

I followed behind him, observing his every move.

Watching him sweep the floor clean, and then sit on the sofa for a while.

My heart felt stuffy.

I knew I was dreaming, but why weren’t they happy like in my dreams?