Extra—Fake Fake Fake!!
I sat aboard the Hogwarts Express, feeling a little distracted.
Even though I knew I shouldn't be thinking about Darren Potter, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to see him.
What exactly did this transmigrator, just like me, look like? What kind of cheat did he have?
"I heard Harry Potter got on the train too. Let's go find him!"
Malfoy's voice passed by outside my compartment.
Don't ask how I knew it was him. As nobles, we'd met before.
Of course, we didn't get along.
Who told me to be "stupid and clumsy," making me unlikable to the young master of the Malfoy family? Still, I thought Malfoy had been pretty cute as a child.
A little white-haired bundle. He used to be my favorite! But forget it.
No matter how cute he was, he wasn't more important than my life.
I dazed off for a while.
Actually, I knew that if I followed Malfoy, I could find Harry Potter and Darren Potter.
But as I said, my life mattered more.
So I gave up.
Anyway, I figured I'd see them during the Sorting Ceremony.
I closed my eyes and pretended to doze off.
In reality, I was listening to what was happening outside.
Mm.
Especially Malfoy's movements.
He stomped furiously past my compartment.
His footsteps were heavy.
That told me exactly where the plot had reached.
The Hogwarts Express was seriously... slow! Sitting on it was driving me to despair.
The only excitement came when the eldest daughter of the Greengrass family passed by my compartment, carrying a red-haired student in her arms.
That was when I could no longer keep pretending to sleep, so I opened one eye and saw them.
Becky Greengrass.
Another person I'd never seen in the original story. Was this