The Story Begins

"Lily! Lily, wake up! Petunia, go get your sister up for breakfast. You'll be late for school soon." Downstairs, Mrs. Evans called to her younger daughter as she made breakfast.

Tap, tap, tap. Little leather shoes pattered up the stairs. "Knock, knock."

"Lily, it's time to get up." Petunia knocked on Lily's bedroom door, but there was no answer. "Lily?"

Petunia realized something was wrong. Lily usually got up on time, so it made no sense for her to suddenly sleep in today. Ten-year-old Petunia noticed it at once. When she pushed the door open, she saw Lily clutching her blanket, her face bright red and her body unconscious.

"Lily!" Petunia was not yet the Petunia who fell out with Lily over magic. Though she was a little jealous of how much attention their parents paid her sister, she still loved Lily deeply. "Mum! I think Lily has a really high fever! Mum!"

Forgetting her mother's lessons about how a lady shouldn't raise her voice, she shouted for Mrs. Evans from upstairs. Mr Evans hurriedly put down his newspaper, rose from the dining table, and headed for the second floor. "Lily!" Mrs. Evans hurriedly untied her apron, turned off the gas, and went upstairs too. Seeing her beloved younger daughter burning with fever and impossible to wake, Mrs. Evans burst into tears. A high fever was very dangerous in this era, with an extremely high fatality rate. Antibiotics were widespread but not readily available, and without timely treatment, there was even a risk of death.

"We need to get her to the hospital in town right away." Feeling Lily's alarmingly hot skin, Mr Evans reached a conclusion at once and carried her downstairs. "Petunia, can you eat your breakfast and go to school by yourself?"

Mrs. Evans gave her older daughter those instructions before leaving, then got into the car with her husband. She held Lily in the back seat, Lily still unconscious. Mr Evans quickly started the car and drove from their detached suburban home, following the town's paved main road through the streets on the outskirts of the factory. He avoided the muddy lanes of Spinner's End and drove into the courtyard of the clinic in the town center. The journey took only about five to ten minutes.

Petunia watched the car leave the street, clutching the hem of her floral dress. As Lily's older sister, she was terribly worried about her. As their daughter, she was jealous of the concern their parents showed Lily. The conflicting feelings pulled her in both directions, and she prayed that heaven would not take her sister away.

"Lily, Lily." On the way, Mrs. Evans held Lily tightly and used a wet handkerchief to cool her down. After parking, her parents carried her into the emergency room. By the time she was about to wake, the person inside her had changed. Lily had also been her name in her previous life. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a little blonde girl hovering around her. "Lily, Lily! Mum, Lily's awake!"

Petunia watched Lily open her eyes and look at her blankly. Then a group of people came in, and the doctor examined her with instruments. "Sweetheart, do you still feel unwell anywhere?" a woman asked softly. Her medium-length dark chestnut hair was arranged in a low bun, with only a few loose strands at her temples. Before Lily's mind had caught up, her mouth answered for her. "Mum, I'm fine."

Seeing their daughter answer and looking as though she was in no serious danger, all three breathed a sigh of relief. Petunia held Lily's hand. "That morning when I came to wake you, your whole face was even redder than your hair from the fever. You scared me to death."

Petunia felt a lingering fear. If she had turned around and gone downstairs because of a small disagreement with her sister the day before, and told their mother that Lily didn't want to go to school, she would have lost her little sister forever. "All right, everyone out. The patient still has a low fever, and we need to keep her under observation for twenty-four hours. If her fever doesn't rise again, she can be discharged."

The doctor in the white coat wrote something down, then told the Evans family to leave. Lily turned her head mechanically. Her body instinctively raised a hand to wave at Petunia and the other two, then she watched them leave. Petunia even turned back and winked at her, something Lily had never seen in her memories.

Lily closed her eyes, ready to sort out her thoughts. Obviously, her soul had transmigrated. She had just heard her parents call her Lily, and her sister was called Petunia. She had transmigrated into the magical world of Harry Potter, but she was now the Chosen One's mother. So did she have to use that trick too, sacrificing the parents to give the child boundless magic?

If she had to transmigrate, why couldn't she have gone to the grandchildren's generation? She wanted to learn magic and live in a peaceful era too. But now that she was here, she couldn't just die again and start over, could she? What if dying meant she was really dead?

Lily immediately accepted that she had become the Chosen One's future mother. "Ding! The Pindaodao System has been activated for you. Whatever you need, you can find it in the Pindaodao System~"

A magical world, and she had awakened an apocalypse system. Was that right? That couldn't be right, could it?

"Don't underestimate Pindaodao. I have everything!"

Lily's head had been buzzing nonstop because of Pindaodao. "Then do you have Truth? The kind that can take care of a boiled egg in plain water"—Voldemort—"in one shot?"

"No."

"Why not? Didn't you say you had everything?" She felt cheated.

"Using Truth against Voldemort would be like firing a cannon at a mosquito. There'd be no experience at all."

"All right, Pindaodao, what else do you have besides those things?" Lily hoped Pindaodao would be more useful. "Do you have anything that boosts attributes or magic power, or anything that can make me as powerful as Dumbledore?"

"I think you want me dead." A protesting buzz from Pindaodao sounded in Lily's head. "Stop. If you buzz a couple more times, I'm going to die."

She clutched her poor head. Heaven was her witness, she still had a fever. "I'm very sorry. Pindaodao forgot that your temperature is still high enough to fry an egg."

"To make it up to you, Pindaodao will provide you with a personal panel, the favorability values of the people around you, and a study room where time outside stands still."

Satisfied, Lily closed her eyes, weighed down by too much news, and went to sleep first. In her dream, she took Truth and bombarded a boiled egg in plain water. Then she laughed herself awake.

She opened her eyes to find Mrs. Evans looking at her worriedly. "Sweetheart, are you all right?"

How embarrassing. Why did she have to have a dream like that? Lily covered her face. "Mum, I'm fine. I just had a really funny dream."

Mrs. Evans stroked Lily's red hair. "I'm glad you're all right. Petunia will come see you after school."

She brought over a chair and sat beside the hospital bed, peeling an apple for Lily as she listened to her talk about her bizarre dreams. Her younger daughter was always like a little sun.

Lily happily raised her little face. Who wouldn't love her? Her mother loved her, her father loved her, Petunia loved her too, her relatives loved her, and her friends at school loved her. She was the happiest child in the world!