Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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However, he was imprisoned by Azkaban for thirteen years, and perhaps his mind has changed. Be careful, and don't wander off; you might get killed by him.

Dad gave a hurried explanation and then quickly left.

My face was full of gratitude.

He wondered if Dumbledore knew about this.

Sirius's innocence was known even to ordinary nobles. Did Dumbledore really not know that?

Was he aware of the situation but unwilling to get involved, or was he unsure, or perhaps he simply didn't know? I had no idea. I could only look at Sirius's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face on the newspaper.

I put my hand on his face.

I really want to ask, is it worth it?

But I also understand that for these people, whether it's worth it or not is no longer something that should be discussed.

I'd rather use this time to think about what Darren will do to Harry's godfather.

Speaking of which, Harry has a godfather, I wonder if Darren does? Summer vacation is almost over.

This was the happiest summer vacation I've ever had.

Without Conte's pranks and without anyone making sarcastic remarks next to me, I feel like I've gained almost a whole size.

The day before school started, I looked at myself in the mirror. The soft and cute little girl was already showing signs of becoming a beauty.

I used to think I looked cute when I wore glasses.

But now I have to wear glasses to conceal that hint of beauty.

I laughed.

I put on my glasses, so I wouldn't look good right now.

I don't need to make myself look too pretty right now.

Keep a low profile.

Throughout history, those who are high-profile are more likely to get into trouble...

I also need to prepare some sleeping pills.

A Dementor will appear on the train for third graders.

I don't want to deal with them.

I suspect that all the tragedies of my life will come flooding back to me.

So I need to sleep until I reach Hogwarts.

I feel much better once I fall asleep.

I packed some of the amount needed to sleep at Hogwarts.

Then I slept until morning.

After I had breakfast, the house-elf took me to Platform 9¾.

My parents still didn't come to see me off.

I don't mind; I feel more comfortable this way.

If they can stay quiet like this, I can become a little Voldemort after my marriage.

After all, women who marry into other families often do this.

As long as they don't cause any trouble...

I saw the Weasleys at the station.

I did not go near.

I saw Mrs. Weasley hugging Darren.

Darren had grown taller, and his small face already showed the handsome features he would later possess.

He looks somewhere between cute and handsome now.

It's cute and makes you feel like you're in love.

Harry Potter is pretty good too.

But when I think about how he looks in movies, I always feel like he'll grow up to be ugly.

Hopefully, it won't be like the movie version.

I silently prayed for him.

Judging from Darren's appearance, he seems determined to seduce all the well-known little girls at Hogwarts. If Harry Potter doesn't grow up to be handsome, I'm afraid he'll be single forever!

I walked past them with my head down, then found an empty carriage and waited for Hannah to come find me.

She will definitely come looking for me.

Sure enough, Hannah arrived not long after.

She hugged me.

"Polly, you must have had a great summer vacation! You look so much better!"

She said in surprise.

I smiled and nodded.

“During summer vacation, I saw my mom’s newborn brother. He’s so cute. He’s different from Conte. I want him to follow Darren so that Darren will have someone to protect him!”

I said, pretending to be a lovesick fan.

I made Hannah laugh.

"Little flower-obsessed girl!"

She gently pinched my nose.

I wanted to complain that she was even more exaggerated than I was pretending, but in the end I didn't say anything.

I'm just that stupid. This time I brought comic books.

I watched it with her.

As the sky gradually darkened, I pretended to be sleepy and secretly drank a sleeping pill.

"I'm going to sleep for a bit. I didn't sleep well last night. Wake me up when we get to Hogwarts!"

I looked at Hannah.

Hannah nodded, still looking at the comic book, without turning her head.

I'm getting sleepy.

I close my eyes.

I'm dreaming.

I dreamt of my parents from my past life.

They are cooking.

I approached them, but they ignored me. I passed right through them. I realized that I was now in a ghost state.

So I started wandering around the house.

More than a decade has passed, and I feel somewhat unfamiliar with my home.

I can't remember where things should be placed; I can only remember their general locations.

So I went to the living room.

There was a table in the living room with three pairs of bowls and chopsticks on it, and for a moment I thought I was still there.

But only Mom and Dad came in; 'I' wasn't there.

Unlike before, when they ate together, they didn't chat and laugh as they used to; instead, their atmosphere was somber.

The TV in the living room was on, but I felt they probably weren't even listening.

The meal was finished in a quiet yet noisy environment.

I saw Mom washing the dishes and Dad sweeping the floor.

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

I then realized that he had gotten quite old.

As I approached him, I noticed that many of the white hairs on his head had grown back.

He used to, but he liked to cover it up with hair dye. Judging from the current situation, it seems he hasn't dyed his hair in a long time.

I fell silent for a moment.

I followed behind him, observing his every move.

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

I feel down.

I know I'm dreaming, but why aren't they as happy as they are in my dream?