[Harry Potter] What Is a Life

What is a life? What am I living for? What are we living for? Tell me how can I find all of my reason for living. How should I know? You can keep living even without a reason. But... Before I opened the door and came face-to-face with a scene that would turn my ordinary life upside down, I had even been dissatisfied with the way I was living. If I had a time machine that could take me back one second, I'd give my ungrateful self a good beating. "Anyone who doesn't know why they're alive is guilty. The sentence is to die once." And so I died. I transmigrated, in the most clichéd way possible. Harry Potter, The Chosen One, the Golden Boy, future Gryffindor, the novel's protagonist who couldn't escape the clutches of fanfiction, was right there in front of me. First I despaired, then I grew furious, and finally I gave up on myself. Oh, how I hated his damn protagonist's luck, and my own cursed bad luck. ◎ Chapter 22 revised on 2013.10.29 ◎ Updates are irregular ◎ Work in progress, enter with caution ◎ Please don't hit me, you can feed me instead ◎ Thanks to everyone who has clicked on this story ◎ The lighthearted tag is a lie (seriously)