Chapter 821

Mom finished washing the dishes.

She wasn’t idle.

She took a rag and went to my room.

I remembered every time she went to my room, she would say I didn’t tidy up, and I would act like a spoiled child and say I was tired.

Subconsciously, I followed her over.

Wanting to hear her nag.

But as soon as I opened the door, I saw my black and white portrait in the room.

On it, I was smiling gently.

Yes, I was dead.

I wanted to protest; they couldn’t use this photo of me just because I was dead.

I wasn’t gentle before; I was like an ordinary girl, careless.

This gentle photo was taken when my mom took me to a photo studio to introduce me to a partner.

She insisted I smile like this, saying that boys would like this more.

As a result, I didn’t get introduced to a partner; I didn’t expect it to be used on my funeral portrait. “Lili!”

I heard Mom calling me, but when I looked closer, Mom was calling my photo…

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I wanted to remind Mom I was here, but Mom couldn’t see me.

She kept crying and crying.

I wanted to cry too because of her crying.

Finally, Dad came in and accompanied her to cry.

I hugged them; although I could only let myself float between them and vaguely embrace them, my drifting heart suddenly became peaceful.

“Don’t cry.”

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.”

“Polly, don’t cry, don’t cry!”

A voice was calling me.

I thought I was still with Mom and Dad.

But I suddenly woke up.

I felt I was lying in Hannah’s arms.

I stopped crying, and I opened my eyes.

“Thank you, Hannah.”

I said in a low voice.

Hannah sighed.

“It’s okay, many people cried, Darren almost collapsed, Harry Potter even fainted, Dementors are really not good things.”

Her face was also very pale.

But she still hugged me firmly.

I hugged Hannah’s waist and buried my face in her arms.

I missed Mom and Dad.

So, so much.

When I went to the Great Hall to watch the Sorting Ceremony, I saw Snape calling Darren away.

Professor McGonagall also called Hermione and Harry away.

I suspected Darren had chosen all the courses and planned to get a Time-Turner for it.

I was a bit envious.

But there was no way; I didn’t plan to stand out, so how could I choose all the courses?

Only those top students were qualified to get a Time-Turner.

Like me, a lower-middle student, if I chose all the courses, I would be forced by the professors to drop one.

Not everyone was the protagonist.

I sighed.

I could only continue to listen to the surrounding students discussing the Dementors on the train.

And eat by the way.

Maybe it was because I dreamed of Mom and Dad, so I felt especially hungry now.

Hungry enough that I wanted to take a bite when I saw Hannah’s little round face.

Fortunately, I didn’t do that, otherwise I suspected Hannah might break off relations with me.

I ate the oatmeal porridge in big mouthfuls, and there was a beef patty in my hand.

This damn foreign recipe, why couldn’t they make some food that belonged to my great China?

I complained.

Then I saw Darren and Hermione and the others come out.

I looked at Hermione’s and Darren’s necks, and saw a suspicious necklace on Darren’s neck.

My curiosity surged again.

Can you show me?

But this was just thinking; I wasn’t that tactless.

Although I had curiosity, I also understood that I still had to rely on Darren to live well.

I couldn’t offend him for such a small thing. Life after school started was not bad.

This was the truth.

Compared to accident-prone bodies like Darren and Harry, my days were as peaceful as ever.

Even Professor Trelawney, the Divination professor, didn’t predict my death in the first class of the term.

Of course, she almost completely ignored me; I suspected she didn’t notice me at all.

Instead, she was telling us that she had predicted the deaths of Harry Potter and Darren Potter.

I looked at her speechlessly as she scared several girls to tears.

After seeing a satisfied, bad-taste smile flash in her eyes, I shook my head helplessly.

However, after I finished the Divination class, I heard rumors that in the Arithmancy class, Professor Vector had predicted that Darren would have an accident.

Or that someone he cared about would have an accident.

Really?

Wasn’t it said that divination wasn’t very accurate?

If it were Trelawney’s shaman-like state, I might believe it, but this Vector, I didn’t seem to have heard his name in the original story.

Was what he said credible? However, to my surprise, Darren really had a small accident in the afternoon.

To be precise, it wasn’t him who had an accident, but Malfoy.

Just like in the original story, he provoked Buckbeak and had his amulet smashed.

Amulet…

Good guy, their family even had amulets!

By the way, why did everyone say Professor Vector calculated accurately, so… was Malfoy someone he cared about?

A bunch of BL novel fragments came to my mind, but in the end, I heard Hannah say that Darren must be worried about Hagrid.

I was stunned for a moment before I remembered that if Malfoy had an accident, Hagrid would definitely be retaliated against by him, so by rounding up, it was Hagrid who had an accident.

So the person Darren cared about was Hagrid? Was he really not worried about Malfoy?

I felt that the Malfoy in this world wasn’t actually as annoying as in the original story.

At least he and Darren rarely quarreled.

Well, even if they quarreled, it was because of Harry Potter.

Wait, they wouldn’t both like Harry Potter and be jealous, would they? I was amused by this thought of mine and almost laughed out loud.

Fortunately, I held it back.