HP: I want to leave school, but I saved the world

When Jian Yu realized she had traveled to the world of Harry Potter, she was already sitting on the sorting bench.

Before the time travel, she had been lying in bed reading a book. It was a happy time, so her brain hadn't recovered yet.

"Oh my God! What is this? Werewolf...prison...forced...tentacles? Pure love...incredible?"

"What's S and what's M???"

His eyes were covered by the brim of the Sorting Hat, his vision was dark and the voice kept screaming in his ears:

"Oh, no! My eyes! They're all yellow! My thoughts are polluted!"

"Az... Slytherin!"

She took off her smelly old hat, jumped off her stool, and froze in place.

The four long tables in front of me were full of students.

Jian Yu had never read Harry Potter in her previous life, but her college roommate kept bothering her ears every day, something like GGAD... the old man with no nose... Snape's push... and so on.

In short, she only knows this world and nothing about the rest.

So now she was faced with the most pressing question: 'Where was the Slytherin table? '

However, his hesitation became a sign of his dissatisfaction with the result of the sorting in the eyes of the whole school.

Many people at the long green Slytherin table frowned, disgust in their eyes.

"What's her surname?" someone began to ask.

"Yu Jian."

"Jian? I've never heard of that surname in a pure-blood family." Pansy Parkinson raised her face and lifted her freshly manicured nails.

"A stinking bad blood? Is the Sorting Hat mad?" Draco Malfoy looked disgusted.

"Calm down, Draco, Slytherin doesn't accept Muggles, it's probably a half-blood." Blaise Zabini on the opposite side spoke slowly, with a smile on his face but no emotion in his eyes.

He was in a branch before her, and Jian Yu was the last student in this class because of her foreign surname.

"She shouldn't be here," Blaise concluded.

Jian Yu was still in front of the stool on the stage. Professor McGonagall beside her reminded her with displeasure: "Miss Jian, I think you should go back to the Slytherin table."

She pointed to the long dark green table.

Jian Yu apologized quietly and then sat down at the end of the long table, where there were only a few empty seats left, away from the crowd - this was the best place for a sociable person like her.

Only then did she realize that her back was drenched in cold sweat. You must know how scary it is for a social terrorist to be watched by the whole school!

The little person inside her started rolling around and screaming like crazy, her toes digging clumsily out of a castle.

Not to mention that she suddenly discovered that her English skills were incomplete and she could only understand half of a sentence by guessing!

Her rich inner activities are not shown at all on the surface. In the eyes of others, her long, straight black hair covered her ears, forehead, and eyes, her lips were pursed in a straight line, her facial muscles were tense, her face was inexpressive and indifferent, and she seemed to refuse to communicate with others. 

"What does she mean?" Draco slapped the table, his face red with anger, "Doesn't she take the pureblood family seriously?"

The snub-nosed man in the teacher's seat cast an indifferent glance and then his eyes lingered on Jian Yu for a moment and then looked elsewhere.

Jian Yu still didn't know that she had attracted the hatred of the whole of Slytherin.

She was thinking about the rest of her life.

Drop out of school, drop out of school, or drop out of school?

She vaguely remembered how her roommate had once shouted that there would be a big war here and countless people would die. And the Green Academy she was in seemed to have joined up with some noseless wizard and been overthrown.

According to the 28-year time travel law, there is a high probability of 80% that she will be one of the cannon fodder and end up being killed in the war.

'That's not right, I have to live.

She shuddered.

Fortunately, the bearded director on stage finished his speech in just a few seconds. Although she couldn't understand a word, she knew it was time to enjoy dinner.

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, and a variety of potatoes appeared on the golden plate in front of them.

She cut off a piece of meat, put it in her mouth, and took a bite - the meat stank. The cattle and sheep here must never have been castrated and the smell is very strong, completely different from the smell of meat in her previous life.

She bit into the pork chop again and a stench hit her - the pork hadn't even escaped, so she threw it all up.

The only food on the table was fish and French fries.

Black British cuisine is well deserved.

She put down her knife and fork.

But the Chinese nation's traditional virtues of being thrifty and not wasting food bothered her conscience.

So she wrapped the three small steaks in napkins, tucked them into her robe, and waited until she got back to the dorm to eat them slowly.

'These pickled things should be eaten with cookies,' she thought. I put some more cookies in the napkin.

So that one day she could eat normal food, she decided to leave school.

However, some mischief-makers started causing trouble.

A tall, strong girl with a fat chin suddenly sat down opposite her and said in a cruel voice: "Little ruddy-blood, you'd better go to the principal and ask to leave Slytherin, or you'll die!"

Her name was Millicent Bulstrode, and she listened to Pansy and believed that those who tarnished the honor of the purebloods should be expelled from the Slytherin house.

Jian Yu raised his head and Millicent felt she was being watched by some beast. Those dark, empty eyes, devoid of any emotion, were not those of an ordinary blood-ruin.

The muscles in her whole body contracted, and her brain warned her to get away from that girl - she tried her best to contain her panic, knowing that as soon as she escaped, she would immediately become the joke of the whole House.

If she was scared off by bad blood, her pure-blooded reputation would be completely lost!

Jian Yu just felt strange. She could feel that the girl's voice was rough and low as if there was sand crunching in her throat.

She could only stare intently at the fat face, trying to judge the meaning of her expression.

Unfortunately, she only heard the word "bad blood" clearly throughout.

What does this mean? Putting it at the beginning of a sentence, is it a special way of saying hello in the British magical world?

So she confidently used her incomplete English:

"Bad blood, prison!"

What Jian Yu meant was first to greet the girl in front of her and secondly to introduce her name, Jian Yu.

Knowing that oriental names are difficult for these Brits to pronounce, she carefully translated them into Jail on the basis of homophony.

'I'm such an attentive and good classmate,' she thought.

But she saw Millicent's expression change dramatically, and she jumped out of her chair, glared at her fiercely, and quickly leaned back into her original position. She even tripped over the leg of a stool because she was walking too fast.

'What's going on?' Jian Yu was very confused.

"She threatened me!" Millicent returned to her seat and complained to several people around her.

"I asked her to leave the House on her own, but she called me a bad blood and said she'd send me to prison!" She was so angry that the fat on her face trembled and her fat folds wrinkled.

In all her life, she had never suffered such humiliation.

But Pansy scoffed: "Useless thing, scared like that by bad blood."

Seeing several people looking at him with disdain, Millicent felt like arguing, but thinking that his family background and status were low, she had to shut her mouth in anger.

"Now that everyone has had enough to eat and drink, I want to say a few more words to you all." Dumbledore stood up again at the teacher's table and knocked on the edge of the table. The food on the table disappeared completely.

Jian Yu understood that it was about talking about preparations for the start of lessons, so she quickly perked up her ears and listened carefully.

She knew that in a normal school, some school rules and disciplines would always be discussed on the first day of school. If you break them, you face punishment or expulsion from school.

And that's exactly what she wants, the best thing is to send her straight out of the magical world.

She can go back to her old career, become a practitioner of Chinese medicine, or read fortunes to support herself. By this time, in 1991, Chinese people had opened acupuncture salons in London and there were even Feng Shui stores in Chinatown.

Besides, I was an orphan in my previous life, so there was no reason to go back to that world.' Maybe I could earn more money by staying here,' she thought.

However, no matter how much she listened, she couldn't change her poor ability to hear English.

"Banned... students... what Lin?"

"What don't you want?... Enter the corridor on the fourth floor... Surprise?"

Suddenly, she realized that she needed to enter a place called Lin and go to the fourth-floor corridor to get a surprise.

Entering this forest could force her to leave school, in violation of the school rules, but she still wanted to go to the fourth-floor corridor to experience the surprise before leaving school. After all, it was her first time in the magical world, and she wouldn't have the chance to experience magical surprises after being expelled.

Immediately afterward, her classmates inexplicably started singing songs that Jian Yu couldn't understand, so she had to look at the shape of the teachers' mouths and start comparing them.

Then the crowd left, Jian Yuz was at the end of the queue and none of her classmates paid any attention to her.

This relieved her.

No questions asked, this is the best respect given to people in society.

The team was coming down, the stairs were moving and there were so many people. If she wasn't careful, she would lose control of the team.

But she didn't panic.

Isn't this a wonderful God-given opportunity to go to the fourth-floor corridor and find a surprise?