[hp] stay out of it

I sat on the express train to Hogwarts early, sorting out the information with my chin resting.

The wizard Alan Jefferson Baker who came to visit that day was not a teacher at the school. He explained that because the traces of magic that belonged to me erupted without warning, the school, which was busy preparing for the new year, did not have time to appoint staff, so McGonagall With a flick of a pen, the professor seconded him from the ministry.

Baker believes that the outburst of my talent was caused by the shock I received, which came from the unfortunate death of Hakey White.Later, I deduced from the information he disclosed that the Ministry had already investigated the cause of George Lecter's death, and it was indeed Avada Kedavra, and there was no new progress.

Of course he didn't doubt me.Because I am still a child who has not been systematically educated, no matter how talented I am, it is impossible to cast such a curse that kills people... How did I fall into this murderer's thinking?In fact, if I hadn't heard Ms. White's voice when I came into this world, I should really have concluded that the case was my own.

"Hey, can I sit here?" I looked up, and it was a little boy I didn't know, who hadn't shown his face in the story.

"Please." I nodded and looked outside with my chin resting on my hands.

Regarding my own magical talent, I have considered it for more than a month, and I still prefer it to be a by-product after I came to this world, because White's house is ordinary, and there is no sign that this is the residence of the person holding the magical little wooden staff ...

Another boy came into the box, I still don't know him, but the two of them seem to know each other, sitting opposite me talking excitedly.

I feel the deep rejection of my existence from this world—except for the red-haired George, George Weasley, who I saw from a distance outside the window just now, I have never met me again. A wizard worthy of a name.Judging from the huge number of characters in Rowling's book, I am only at the edge of the story, and I squinted my eyes: How far will this rejection go... I am a little curious.

I got up, walked out of the box, and immediately recognized Hermione not far away. The little girl pursed her lips, talking to the chubby wizard Neville.

I thought, if I walk up...

Suddenly the sky turned.Things in front of me suddenly became very blurry...

Oops, you can't lie in the hallway.I only had this one thought, turned my head and staggered, and fell on the seat.The two little boys on the opposite side looked at me in surprise.

It looks like this... I was panting heavily, and I wanted to laugh a little bit. I hadn't arrived just now and thought about what I was going to do. It was just a thought, and I almost died?

It seems that I will hide from now on.

Seeing me, I smiled strangely again, and the two little boys on the opposite side looked at each other, and one of them asked carefully and politely, "Are you okay?"

I pulled out a handful of candy from my pocket—a gift given to me by Alan Jefferson Baker, a wizard at the ministry—before he left. I tore open the wrapper and said, “It’s okay, just low blood sugar.”

The two boys were taken aback again, it seemed that they didn't know what it meant.The one who spoke before said comfortingly: "It's okay, it's a disease that Muggles can't cure, it will definitely be fine if you go to the school hospital later, and it will be cured."

There is some pride in the words that is not offensive.

Both seem to be wizards.

We talked, and then we exchanged names.To be honest, after the turmoil that almost caused my soul to go out of my body just now, I have no idea of ​​participating here at all, let alone trying to change the fate of people here... Merlin, I still want my life!I made this decision without much frustration—the world still has a lot of details to work out.How could I not be fascinated by the rationality and functioning of what is clearly a nested world?

I was in a daze at the field scenery of the British countryside that passed by the car window. The journey was long. I really didn’t get much information about the “order” that maintains the plot or the fate of the characters here. I took out my notebook and wrote down this time. The "soul shock", I propped my head, recalling when I was still Jiang Jin...

"You know what, we all hate you..."

"...The assumptions you made are rotten, are you kidding...You really failed as a human being..."

"……Why do not you go to hell……"

It's such a vicious curse... I laughed. After these friends said these words, would they regret it because they didn't choose what they said, or would they feel refreshed after speaking quickly? I'm curious.However, even if I were still in the same place, I wouldn't ask...let alone...

I raised my eyes, and the scenery in front of me darkened at some point, and the lights in the car had already been turned on.I see my own reflection on the glass, curly hair, dark eyes.

The two boys began to change into their school robes, and when I came back to my senses, I reminded, "It's almost there. We're almost at school."

I nodded - I changed into my long robe before getting into the car.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Jin: I'm still very curious, no one has ever picked such a normal, loud, memorable name, neither Mary Sue nor blasphemy, I used it as the first one (at least I think so), expressed pleasure...