In my seventh year in the HP world, I arranged a perfect exit for myself——
Block Harry's death curse, die in front of Voldemort, and earn everyone's tears.
The system promises: The death escape is successful and you will be sent home.
I acted very hard, cried heartily, and still had a smile on my face when I fell down.
Then I opened my eyes.
1971. Hogwarts. No magic left.
System: Offline.
I:? ? ?
