I Am Lily Evans

"Oh, so what do you think Saint James Potter deserves better?" Snape's eyes narrowed, revealing a sinister glint.

"At least Pure-blood!"

And then you share the same values and hobbies!

Beautiful enough!

"It has to be Gryffindor!" Sirius said, counting on his fingers.

"Oh, and it has to be long, black curly hair and gray eyes?" In the depths of Snape's black eyes, the image of a mighty wild boar, as if it were swimming in the deep sea, flashed by.

Sirius's gray eyes also lost focus for a moment. "Yes, that would be best."

"Should the last name be Black Family? It would be better if it were a male."

"Yes!" Sirius answered without hesitation, then suddenly woke up.

His expression was panicked, and his previous anger was gone.

Haha! Didn't you notice?

The answer is the combination of those elements.

Which other Black Family made it into Gryffindor?

"The only one you think is worthy of being called a saint like James is yourself!" Snape's face revealed an undisguised smugness.

"You've always liked James?" Lupin, who had been silent until now, swallowed hard.

He removed his hand from Sirius's shoulder.

"Is this why you've always hated me? Does James know?" Lily, who felt like she was being treated like a wife of a gay man, raised an eyebrow.

She knew that James' love for her was real.

But that doesn't stop him from loving Sirius at the same time.

"Kids, I want to say first that this has nothing to do with me." Before Sirius could answer.

Dumbledore coughed and then quickly said.

"Can I interpret this to mean," the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black Family on the wall couldn't help but open its eyes, "That my great-grandson—one of the last two in the Black House —remained unmarried for the same reason as our headmaster?"

I finally understand why my great-grandson has this strange habit of having guests stay overnight.

"Enough! Phineas! I am the head of the Black House!"

"I will decide my own marriage!" Sirius suddenly raised his head, panting heavily.

It looks like they just ran a marathon.

You'll regret this!

No, why am I saying that?

I'm going to tell Regulus about this!

"I have more than one great-grandson!" Phineas's portrait strode out of the canvas.

It looks like the picture frame is heading to the Black Family Manor.

"You don't seem to deny it?" Snape's words were followed by silence in the room.

6 PM the next day.

The 16-day Easter holiday has ended.

After a day of classes, the students all came to the Great Hall.

Even students who like to grab dinner in the lounge do the same.

Because, early this morning, Dumbledore announced that a dinner party would be held tonight.

The students were not curious about the dinner.

They all knew it was for a professor who arrived late.

The presence of the beautiful, red-haired witch next to Snape on the faculty desk speaks volumes.

Almost everyone looked toward the faculty desk.

The same applies to students in the other three colleges.

The same goes for Harry.

"Harry, is she really your aunt?" Seamus of Gryffindor turned and asked.

Harry nodded.

Just as Seamus was about to ask again, Ginny made a shushing gesture, clearly annoyed.

He pointed to the stage.

At that moment, Dumbledore also stood up.

".

Recently, our school's new professor has once again become known to everyone in advance—in a way that is extremely unpleasant to him personally.

Despite statements from mainstream Britain Wizarding World media, including the Ministry of Magic, it was clear from everyone's expressions that...

You don't believe it.

Teaching assistants are there to give students who were disqualified from attending advanced courses due to the professors' strict requirements a new opportunity to realize their dreams.

I think many students have noticed that there is no Potions Class today.

Many students who received NEWTs grades of E (Good) or A (Pass) have likely already received letters in advance informing them to purchase this year's Potions Class textbook.

The audience erupted in cheers.

"I can finally be a therapist! Is this a dream?!"

"Then I want to become an Auror just like my idol Moody!"

"I'm allowed into the Skywalker Alchemy Guild!"

"We might even see Skywalker!"

"I want to marry him (Skywalker)! No matter if he's a man or a woman!"

Down in the audience, at the Ravenclaw table, Kate poked Ryan's cheek and teased, "Did you hear that? Someone wants to marry you!"

It's Angelina from Gryffindor.

I remember you were quite excited when I used her shadow?

"Shut up!" Ryan rolled his eyes.

Because of the noise from the audience, Dumbledore paused for a moment, and after the commotion subsided, he continued, "Yes, you guessed right."

You will then be able to take the advanced Potions course!

At that time, Lyrak Evans, who is next to Professor Snape, will serve as a teaching assistant for Potions Class and teach you together.

Next, your new professor will introduce himself.

And incidentally, to satisfy your excessive curiosity as well.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

After Dumbledore's words, the students who applauded were not only curious to know the truth and to watch the show, but also happy that the requirements for the Potions Class Advanced course had been lowered.

'Lyrac Evans' tossed his red hair and stood up.

Snape subtly moved his hand, and the speech was sewn onto the table in front of Lily.

Lily hesitated for a moment and lowered her gaze. "Hello everyone."

My name is Lyrak Evans.

I imagine you are all very curious about my true identity.

If you've read today's the Daily Prophet, you'll know that I attended Boothsfield Primary School.

It was completely different from Fawkes Primary School, which is the school my sister Lily Evans attended.

After receiving the letter from Hogwarts, I also chose to refuse.

Because my parents already knew about the state of the Wizarding World at that time— the Dark Lord was rampant.

In their eyes, Lily's life was undoubtedly threatened.

They could lose her at any time.

They didn't want to 'lose' a second child.

In particular, I look very similar to Lily.

After receiving our reply, Professor Dumbledore came to our home.

To prevent me from losing my magical education, I suppressed my magical talent and became Obscurus.

He proposed another option that was impossible for Muggle-born wizard —home education.

"I—" Lily stopped, her mind flashing back to the kind faces of her parents that had appeared briefly when she was reading the script.

In the Afterlife, they seemed to sense her concerns about marriage as well. "Don't worry about it, Lily."

Do what you believe is right.

Then, Shifflett's sallow face appeared, "I don't require you to acknowledge your status as the child's mother."

In the real world, under the worried gazes of Snape and the surrounding professors,

Lily took a deep breath. "I was just reading from a script."

"In fact, I am Lily Evans!"