Great. In all my life, I never thought I'd get killed by a car just because I somehow got hold of a book that only I could see.
Getting run over was bad enough, but poor Melin's lace panties!
Can someone tell me why I woke up as a little kid?
What? Dumbledore?
What? Harry Potter?
What? My name is Iris Black?
Obviously, it's the classic transmigration setup.
I didn't transmigrate into Sirius's secret love child?
No problem! At least I'm still a rich heiress. Setting out on the sunny road to ruin, no, to keep all the handsome HP wizards is pretty great, too.
I transmigrated into the daughter of some random Black who's such a bit player that she's barely even cannon fodder, but my identity forces me to get caught up in all kinds of trouble?
N-no problem. Isn't the popular thing these days for cannon fodder to rise up, play dumb while hiding their strength, and reach the pinnacle of life...
My ass!!!!
I've ended up on a perilous path, with Dumbledore not caring for me and the Dark Lord not loving me...
Perfect. From now on, even if the Dark Lord tells me he's fallen for that little rat Peter, nothing will surprise me anymore.
What? Professor! You're actually breaking up with me????
Incarcerous! Stupefy!
Good. Now you can't leave me, darling.
