Without Slytherin's vigorous ambition,
Without the supreme courage of Gryffindor,
Without the kindness and patience of Hufflepuff,
This kind of me
Assigned by the Sorting Hat to Ravenclaw, who loves studying.
But in fact, I am not thirsty for knowledge. It is not me who carries the notebook with me, but Judith.
Yes, I am not an aborigine. During the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, I stayed up late reading novels and my eyes opened.
Already sitting on the train bound for Hogwarts
In short, the soul-reloaded version of blonde Judith is activated!
Ravenclaw's notebook, which records my transformation from spectator to witness.
It all started from that afternoon on the train.
Note: The relevant plot refers to the setting of the original work. Please understand if there is any OOC. This is the magical world in Judith's eyes.
Intention: Life can be confused for a while, but it cannot always be confused.