Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Chapter 815 Fanwai – I’m Dead!!

Got the news during the summer vacation.

Sirius escapes from Azkaban.

I know this news from the Daily Prophet.

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

After all, for so many years, none of the Death Eaters in Azkaban had mentioned Sirius as their accomplice.

“He betrayed the Black family for Jamespotter, how could he betray James Potter for the mysterious man?

However, he has been imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years, and he may have shifted his mind, you pay attention, or don’t run around, be careful of being killed by him. ”

Dad hastily explained, and then quickly left.

My face was full of gratitude.

Thinking in his heart, Dumbledore knew about this.

Sirius’s innocence even ordinary nobles knew, was Dumbledore really unclear?

Is it clear but unwilling to care, or is it not clear, he is not very sure? I don’t know this, but I just looked at the newspaper, Sirius’s hideous face.

I put my hand on his face.

I’d love to ask, is it worth it?

But I also understand that for these people, whether it is worth it or not is not a matter of 12 discussion.

I have this time, and I might as well think about what Darren will arrange for this Harry’s godfather.

In other words, Harry has a godfather, Darren doesn’t know if there is? In the blink of an eye, the summer vacation is coming to an end.

It was one of the happiest summer holidays I’ve had.

Without Canter’s pranks, and no one next to me, I felt like I was almost fat.

The day before school started, I looked at myself in the mirror. The soft and cute cute loli already has a hint of beauty tendency.

Before I wore glasses to make people feel cute.

But now I wear glasses to hide that hint of beauty.

I laughed.

Wear your glasses and don’t make yourself look good right now.

I don’t have to make myself look too beautiful right now.

Keep it low-key.

From ancient times to the present, it has been high-profile and more prone to accidents…

I also have to prepare some sleeping pills.

Dementors will appear on the third-grade train.

I don’t want to deal with them.

I suspect that the tragedy of my life will come to mind.

So I needed to sleep until Hogwarts.

As long as you fall asleep, it will be much better.

I loaded some of the amount that slept until Hogwarts.

Then sleep until morning.

I had breakfast and was sent to platform nine and three-quarters by the house-elves.

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

I didn’t care, I felt more comfortable doing so.

If they could stay like this without being a demon, I could be a little Voldemort after my marriage.

After all, women who married in the past would do this.

As long as they don’t become demons…

While at the station, I saw the Weasleys.

I didn’t get close.

I saw Mrs. Weasley hugging Darren.

Darren has grown a little taller, and his small face already has a handsome appearance in the future.

He looks between cute and handsome.

It is cute and makes people feel like they are in love.

Harry Potter is also very good-looking.

But when I think about how he looks in movies, I always think he’s going to be crippled.

I hope he is not like the movie version.

I prayed silently for him.

After all, looking at Darren’s appearance, I am afraid that I will kill those famous little girls at Hogwarts, Harry Potter is still crippled, I am afraid that he is doomed!

I looked down and passed by them, then found an empty compartment and waited for Hannah to come and find me.

She will definitely come to me.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Hannah to find her.

She hugged me.

“Polly, you must have had a good summer vacation, your complexion has become better!”

She said in surprise.

I smiled and nodded.

“I watched my mother’s brother during the summer vacation, he is very cute, he is different from Canter, I want him to follow Darren, so that Darren has someone to protect!”

I said pretending to be a fool.

Hannah was amused by me.

“Little idiot!”

She scratched my nose.

I tried to complain that she was even more exaggerated than I pretended, but in the end I didn’t say it.

After all, I’m that stupid. This time I brought comic books.

I watched with her.

As the sky grew low, I pretended to be sleepy and secretly drank the sleeping potion.

“I’ll sleep for a while, I didn’t sleep well last night, call me again at Hogwarts!”

I looked at Hannah.

Hannah nodded, she looked at the comic book, her head was not born.

I fell asleep.

I close my eyes.

I’m dreaming.

I dreamed of my parents in my previous life.

They are cooking.

I approached them, they ignored me, I passed through them and I realized that my current state was a ghost state.

So I dangled around the house.

More than ten years have passed, and I am already a little strange to my home.

I can’t remember exactly where what should be placed, only the approximate location.

So I went to the living room.

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

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

When they ate, they were not talking and laughing like I had seen before, but dull.

The TV in the living room was on, but I thought they might not have listened at all.

The meal was finished in a quiet and noisy environment.

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

When Dad looked down, he coughed violently several times.

I just found out that he was a little old.

I approached him, and the gray hair on his head had already taken many roots.

There used to be some, but he liked to cover it with hair dye, but now depending on the situation, he hasn’t dyed his hair for a long time.

I was silent for a moment.

I followed behind him, watching his every move.

Watch him sweep the floor and sit on the couch for a while.

I was sullen in my heart.

I know I’m dreaming, but why aren’t they as happy as I am in my dreams?

Mom’s bowl was washed.

She was not idle.

I took the rag and went to my room.

I remember every time she went to my room she would say I didn’t clean up, and I would coquette with her that I was tired.

I subconsciously followed her.

I want to listen to her nagging.

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

Above me, with a gentle smile.

yes, I’m dead.

I want to protest and can’t just use this picture of mine because I’m dead.

I used to be gentle, I was like a normal girl, big grin

This gentle photo was taken by my mother in order to introduce me to the photo studio.

She made me laugh like this, saying that there were many boys who liked it like this.

As a result, the subject was not introduced, but I did not expect to use my posthumous photo “Lili! ”

I heard my mother call me, but I looked more closely, and my mother called my photo…