Fine, I could just have a test-tube baby in the future.
But my parents carefully offered me an idea.
I could date a scumbag.
Then I could have a child of my own without needing a test tube.
They said they would help me raise the child.
It was such an exciting proposal.
But...
Before I could carry out that plan, I transmigrated.
I regretted it a little.
I should have started planning earlier. Thinking about it now, I only felt sorry for them. Forget it.
There was no use thinking about that now.
I should think about how to make myself seem even more ordinary.
Right, the things I did had to be ordinary too. That way, when the Sorting Hat examined me, it would understand that I was a thoroughbred Hufflepuff.
Although female wizards from Hufflepuff were not ideal for marriage alliances.
After all, it sounded a little stupid.
But it was still a marriage alliance. The only difference was whether I married into wealth or even greater wealth. It did not matter.
Speaking of which, when would I receive my Acceptance Letter?
In the original novel, Harry Potter received his on his birthday. What about me? Would I get mine earlier?
After all, my birthday was at the beginning of July...
In mid-August, I received my Hogwarts Acceptance Letter.
That was fairly reassuring.
Conte had mocked me for ages.
He kept saying that I was a Squib.
How was that possible?
I could secretly use magic. How could I be a Squib?
Of course, during this time, I had been worried that perhaps Hogwarts' Book of Admissions did not have my name because I was a transmigrator.
Thankfully.
It had finally arrived.
But the joy of receiving my Acceptance Letter did not last long.
Because my parents