HP's original heroine, a fan of the same generation.
When Scarlett Green walked into the birch forest, she couldn't help but shudder. This sudden sense of foreboding is actually not uncommon in the past few years - in her previous life, she was also twenty years old, and at that time she often tossed and turned over the tragic endings of the possible endings that she had repeatedly deduced. Fortunately, she passed most of life's hurdles smoothly at that time. Like countless ordinary people, she was mediocre and unfounded but managed to survive until the next day, and then she thought about whether it was because of the koi she forwarded yesterday or because she was pious enough to worship Buddha last time.
It's a pity that the wizarding world doesn't believe this.
So she was forced to play the role of a prophet, trying to do what a time traveler should do to "change her destiny against the will of heaven."
It would be great if I could write my own ending in this book. She thought so. Walking into the cold winter with such an unknown ending is like not knowing which snowflake will fall on your hair in the next second, or whether it will happen to fall on your neck and make you squint your eyes. It's not a great feeling. Especially when a battle has just ended and everything is turned upside down, she is forced to have another duel - like that year when she just finished her project and received a notice to revise her thesis, stayed up for several long nights and died suddenly before she came to this place. Everything was ridiculously fulfilling her dream many years ago, leaving her with no reason to complain.
She spent sixteen years here. After half a lifetime of dreaming about her past life, the mission of the character Scarlett Green has finally come to at least a glorious and grand ending.
Scarlett Green thought happily: At least here, she slept with a very handsome man, stealing the role of her favorite childhood character, and then she should be able to compensate him for a happy childhood. The person she shed tears for in both worlds continues to exist in the new world.
Scarlett Green looked up again at the gray clouds and dim sky. Winter in England is always like this, gloomy and chilling.
This was a perfect stage for her final bow. She is loyal to her beloved romantic heroism, hoping to leave this familiar story of love and hate, and leave as if she has succeeded, disappearing into the few words of the story.
"Thank you for making me love this story."
"I love the finish."
Mission: Welcome to the magic world