As a transmigrated woman, how could she not have a Golden Finger?
This intense thought had been swirling in Lusa’s mind. Even after returning dizzily from shopping in Diagon Alley and being mocked by Professor Snape with a barrage of sarcastic remarks, she remained sullen and listless.
That is, until someone accidentally bumped into her, knocking her to the ground and hurting her bottom.
The long-awaited System prompt finally appeared!
“Ding—Intimate contact with the Chosen One achieved. Reward: One lottery draw.”
Huh? It was actually a spinning wheel lottery! Lusa gleefully watched the virtual panel that appeared out of thin air and tapped it with her finger. The golden wheel spun and spun. A few seconds later, the small black arrow pointed straight at the sixth segment.
3—2—1, a mechanical voice sounded: 100 Galleons have been sent. Please check.
System, you really get me! Lusa was practically overjoyed to tears. She eagerly checked the pouch holding her money—it was already stuffed full, with a corner peeking out, gleaming gold. Undoubtedly, these were the Galleons gifted by the System.
This was truly timely help! System, I love you!
“Sorry! I… I didn’t mean to! I was walking too fast and didn’t see anyone ahead. Are you okay?”
Thank you, big shot! Lusa blinked her big eyes, shining brightly as she stared at the Chosen One running over—it must be Harry Potter.
A thin little boy with messy black short hair, emerald-green cat-like round eyes, round glasses wrapped with several layers of tape, and that lightning-shaped scar mostly hidden by his bangs, only the tip visible.
It had to be said, the little boy’s looks were absolutely stunning. Especially now, his little face was flushed bright red, whether from embarrassment or something else, even his earlobes were affected. His shy, bashful little appearance was utterly adorable.
“It’s alright, I wasn’t paying attention to the path either.” Lusa withdrew her intense gaze and smiled kindly, almost wishing she could transform into an avid fan, grab little Harry’s hand, and absorb some more gold.
“My name is Lusa Riddle. And you?” With the soul of an eighteen-year-old, Lusa naturally had thicker skin than Harry and introduced herself with graceful ease.
Although she didn’t know why bumping into Harry had triggered the lottery system, this “accident” undoubtedly opened up a new world for Lusa.
“Harry. My name is Harry Potter,” the little boy said shyly. “Do you know which way to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?”
Clearly, Harry Potter hadn’t met the Weasleys yet.
“I think I can show you. You just walk through the wall in the middle of the platform,” Lusa told Harry. Pushing her small suitcase, she took a swift step and directly entered the new world on the other side of the wall.
Hogwarts, here I come! Galleons, wait for me!
Holding a mindset of watching the show from the sidelines, Lusa found an excuse about greeting a friend and went to another compartment. It was better not to get involved in the official first meeting of the Golden Trio.
But noticing Harry’s obvious reluctance and disappointed look, Lusa just smiled. Although she adored the little boy’s looks and liked Harry’s easily flustered, shy personality, she was, after all, a Riddle, with Voldemort as her father. Getting too close to Harry Potter would inevitably attract Dumbledore’s suspicion and more attention.
Please, she absolutely did not want to live under the watchful eye of that shrewd and wise White Wizard. Getting along well with Harry was essential, after all, he was the protagonist of the magical world, and getting close to him might bring unexpected lottery-like surprises—she didn’t want to miss out on that.
But keeping an appropriate distance was also the wisest choice.
Because Lusa knew she was definitely not a Gryffindor.
Just having a father like Voldemort was enough—bloodline traditions were stubborn.
The Hogwarts train slowly started moving, and the ride was smooth without any bumps. Lusa lazily reclined on a specially made soft cushion, already previewing the potions class curriculum. Although Professor Snape looked down on her, the power of knowledge was great, and the potions master’s skills were top-notch.
To avoid being mocked as a brainless little troll and to prepare for a high-paying job in the future, she studied with extra seriousness.
“Hello, are there any empty seats here?” The compartment door slowly opened, revealing two pretty little heads with black hair and big eyes, full of exotic charm. They looked similar but had distinct temperaments—a pair of Indian sisters.
Although India was far away, it was still part of the Eastern world. As someone who had been Asian in her previous life, Lusa felt a sense of familiarity and warmly waved them over. “This compartment is quite small, but there happen to be two empty seats right across from me.”
“My name is Parvati Patil, and this is my sister, Padma Patil,” one of the sisters introduced herself.
“My name is Lusa, Lusa Riddle.”
Lusa said with a smile, looking at them with an appreciative gaze and praising, “You’re Indian, right? You’re both so beautiful!”
Parvati seemed to be Harry Potter’s dance partner during the Goblet of Fire series ball and was recognized as the flower of Gryffindor. There was even a boy with the surname Thomas who once boasted that the sisters were the prettiest girls at Hogwarts. Although that might be a bit exaggerated, there was no denying that their appearance was truly pleasing to the eye.
“Not at all,” the younger sister behind Parvati was clearly more reserved and shy, lowering her head in embarrassment.
“Lusa Riddle, may I call you Lusa?” Parvati pulled her sister to sit across from Lusa, her eyes sparkling as if filled with stars from the night sky.
“Of course, Parvati.” Lusa didn’t mind. Life at Hogwarts lasted seven years, and having two exotic beauties as friends would be quite pleasing to the eye.
“Originally, I thought my sister and I were beauties,” Parvati chuckled sheepishly, seeming a bit embarrassed, but she glanced at Lusa several times. “But after meeting you, I realized there’s always someone more beautiful out there. You’re just too exquisite—truly a top-tier beauty.”
Being praised for her beauty by such a high-value beauty herself, Parvati felt not only happy but also somewhat inadequate.
Lusa’s current appearance was that of a typical Western girl—snow-white skin, amber eyes, delicate and soft features, all radiating a charming glow.
Especially her shoulder-length, slightly wavy black hair, smooth as Eastern silk. Though she was the same age as them, her figure was noticeably taller and more slender. Even dressed plainly, she was still stunning, particularly in terms of her demeanor—poised and steady, with an indescribable air of nobility, yet without the annoying sense of arrogance.
“Is that so? Thank you for the compliment.” Lucius merely smiled faintly. As the daughter of Riddle, the top school heartthrob of his generation at Hogwarts and a first-class Slytherin male model with outstanding looks and figure, her genetic inheritance was naturally excellent.
And the ill-fated mother who caught Voldemort’s eye and bore his child was probably a stunning beauty as well.
Lucius thought to herself: I hope it’s not that madwoman Bellatrix.
Lucius and the Parvati sisters chatted happily, munching on the strange wizard snacks they had bought while discussing beauty, fashion, and the widely gossiped-about conflict between the savior Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy that was spreading throughout the entire train carriage.
Harry Potter rejected a Malfoy? Is that so hard to imagine?
Lucius thought to herself: There’s no way Harry would accept a Malfoy! He wouldn’t like an upgraded version of Dudley Dursley.