[HP] turns in your hand

Chiara woke up again tear-stained.

She died, taking her own life.She thought she could just throw herself into the arms of painless eternal sleep, die.But when she opened her eyes again, reality told her that she had become an orphan.

And is a British orphan in 1970.

Chiara: ...Okay, then I'll die again right away!

Originally, Chiara thought that her depressive symptoms in her previous life would continue for a while, such as losing interest in her surroundings, not wanting to do anything, and lying in bed groggy all day long.But the living conditions in the orphanage in 1970 were so unbearable for her, she couldn't even lie on the bed quietly, because the lady administrator of the orphanage loved Britpop, and the sound came through the wall, shaking her. Can't be quiet anymore.

Don't lie down!

Die today!

Chiara's mobility broke out briefly again, she quickly packed a long rope for herself, turned her head and left the orphanage with the determination of "I will never come back again".

The lady administrator at the door was crying while listening to the Beatles (because the Beatles had just disbanded), she wiped away her tears and asked Chiara to come back early.

She will not come back!

Chiara was very serious when she searched for the place of death, and she didn't want to be interrupted after hanging herself.So she found a wood near an old industrial area about three blocks from the orphanage, and found a tall, thick tree.

It took her a long time to climb up, and then she lay down on the thick tree branch, tied the long rope carefully, and then tied a knot around her neck.

Then just put the knot around your neck and let yourself down like that.

Sitting among the leaves surrounded by greenery, Chiara bowed her head quite solemnly, and put the knot on herself, as if crowning herself with a death laurel wreath.

She sighed deeply before letting go to hang herself.

If it wasn't for having no choice, she didn't like this way of dying either.But don't pick and choose in 1970, you can only hurry up and make a wish that you will never be resurrected after this time.

Chiara was about to let go when an unexpected sound came from the woods below.

"There he is! Catch him! Beat him!"

"Don't run! Monster!"

It sounded like the voices of several children.

Chiara closed her eyes in pain.She sat on a branch and prayed that the kids would go away (she forgot she was a kid now).As expected, the voices of the group of children got closer and closer, and they became more and more excited.

"I got him! I got him!"

Right under the tree where Chiara was hiding, a boy with blond hair grabbed another brunette boy by his clothes, and the brunette boy struggled to greet him with a stream of obscenities in English that Chiara didn't understand at all. The other party's family, and the blond boy's accomplices quickly approached, proudly narrowing the encirclement.

"Look who we got, gutter rat, look where you're going. Hit him!"

Chiara lowered her eyes, watching the unilateral bullying without any emotion.She saw the dark-haired boy being pulled by his hair and forced to lift his head, his black eyes unfocused, looking through the leaves to see Chiara sitting on a branch with a knot around his neck.

His pupils shrank instantly, and then, there was a cracking sound from the branches.

"Snapped!"

The feeling of weightlessness lasted for less than a second. Before Ziara could understand what had happened, the thick enough tree branch she was sitting on suddenly snapped at the root, and it was connected to the rope around her neck. She and the tree branch Fell down head and face——

But before falling to the ground, she suddenly bounced weirdly.Under the stunned gaze of a group of boys, Chiara was like a female ghost, suspended in mid-air with a knot around her neck, staring at all of them with a pale face.

After hovering for a short two seconds, she finally fell to the ground with a "plop".

The group of boys who grabbed the black-haired boy were terrified by the man who fell from the sky. The blond boy at the head screamed, turned around and ran for his life.Naturally, it was impossible for his little brothers to stay where they were, and one of them ran away from this right and wrong place with all his strength.

Ziara lay face down on her stomach.

She didn't move, not because she was knocked out, and she didn't feel any pain, but she just didn't want to move at all.

She was so tired, why didn't she die.

Chiara even wanted to lie on her stomach like this forever, until the 21st century, until her whole body rotted here to nourish this ungrateful tree.

"……Hey."

Someone is calling her.

"Are you still alive?"

Alive, but she doesn't want to live.

Suddenly, someone squatted down beside her.A small hand nudged Ziara's head, trying hard to turn her over, to see if she had become a corpse.

Chiara raised her head slightly, and the hand retracted like an electric shock.

"So you are alive."

It was the dark-haired boy who was mobbed.

He seems to have gathered all the elements of being bullied. He has half-length greasy hair, looks unsanitary, has pale, sickly skin, and is thin. He wears obviously ill-fitting fat clothes. He looks like a poor family Neglected wild child.

He squatted beside Ziara, staring at her with dark eyes without blinking.

"Go away," said Ziara weakly.

"What were you doing just now?" The black-haired boy reached out and picked up the knot that was still around Ziara's neck, and the other end was still connected to the broken tree branch. "Is this some kind of magical ceremony?"

"I'm going to hang myself." Chiara buried her face on the ground again, "Leave me alone, let me die."

The dark-haired boy was visibly choking on her.

"Death? Why?" He asked persistently, "You are obviously a witch, why do you seek death?...Do you know that you are a witch?"

Chiara turned her head slowly again: "Witch?"

"That's right, you flew up when you fell down just now. This is something that people with magical powers can do!" The black-haired boy's eyes sparkled when he spoke, "Haven't you noticed it before? Didn't you find that you will Such a thing happened?"

There was no expression on Chiara's face. She looked at the black-haired boy blankly for a long time, and then said, "Stop talking nonsense, how can there be magic in this world, and it's not Harry Potter."

Black-haired boy: "What is Harry Potter?"

Chiara: "It's a novel that won't be published in 20 years. Leave me alone."

"You are still a witch who can prophesy!" The black-haired boy became even more excited. "Do you live near here? Do you know any other magic? Are any of your parents wizards?"

Ziara looked away and sighed slightly.

"I don't have parents, I don't have any relatives in this world, and I don't have anything to worry about." She said calmly, "I just want to die."

The black-haired boy frowned: "Dead? Why do you want to die, you haven't gone to Hogwarts yet. How good is it to be alive?"

"Because you're still a kid, of course you wouldn't think of this." Chiara said slowly, "But wait a minute, what did you just say? Hughah?"

"Hogwarts, a magic school for young wizards." The black-haired boy sat cross-legged next to Chiara, "So you are an orphan, no wonder you don't know about Hogwarts, and you don't know that you will magic."

In the end, he found that the girl who had just sworn that she just wanted to die quickly sat up.

"Hogwarts?" Chiara asked, the knot around her neck flickering, "That's the one, the one with the four houses, Slytherin, Gryffindor... Dumbledore's Hogwarts? "

"So you know?" The black-haired boy looked a little disappointed, but immediately became happier, "We are the same kind of people! How old are you? I am 10 years old, and I can go to Hogwarts next year. "

Qi Ya's legs softened, and she slumped back on the ground, muttering in Chinese with blank eyes: "How could this be... I came to the world of Harry Potter? Logically speaking, this is 1970, Harry Potter never came out, no 10-year-old knew about it, so he's probably not lying to me. But it's too weird, is this time-traveling? Wait, let me do the math, in 1970 there was Who goes to Hogwarts..."

"What are you talking about?" The black-haired boy leaned over, "I just asked how old you are, but you haven't answered me yet."

Chiara replied in a trance: "2—well, I'm 10 too."

"Then we can enroll in the same year." The black-haired boy smiled, and his smile was much cuter. "What's your name? Do you live near here?"

Ziara blinked, and the desire to die suddenly became less intense. She looked at the boy's smiling face hesitantly, wondering if she should respond to his little kindness.

"My name is Chiara Lowe, that should be my name. I live in the orphanage over there," she said.

The dark-haired boy held out his hand—but he drew it back quickly.He rubbed his palms on the baggy coat he was wearing, and then stretched out his hand in relief.

"My name is Severus Snape. My mother is a witch, so you can ask me anything you don't understand," he said.

Snape watched helplessly as his new friend, who had been relatively normal just now, suddenly jumped up with a scream, and then was dragged back to the ground by the heavy branch attached to his neck by the rope.

"What's wrong?" Snape asked. "Have any bugs bit you?"

Chiara lay on the ground, struggled to get up with tears in her eyes, choked up and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay. Thank you, I mean, it's a pleasure to meet you! Let's be best friends!"

Haha, after crossing over to seek death, she met the male god's cub form, and even lost such a big face in front of him, she didn't want to live!

...No, she doesn't want to die! ! !

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The author has something to say:

The follow-up of this if line is probably a story of Xiao Qi and the young teacher Si being classmates, and then Xiao Qi sticking to Teacher Si.

By the way, the branch was broken by Mr. Si in order to get himself out of trouble. It belongs to the fact that he got himself a wife from the sky.

There will be other episodes to be updated later