tampered with the past

As I expected, my study life at Hogwarts was not smooth.Even with Uncle Weasley's private tutoring, my eyesight problem prevented me from keeping up with my studies like the other freshmen.Not only that, but the Ravenclaw password keeps me out, and I think the Sorting Hat is right that I don't possess any great intelligence.

Fortunately, Elsa does not despise my stupidity, and is always happy to answer the passwords of the school eagles who make things difficult for me, otherwise, I might really become the first person in Hogwarts history who was forced to commit suicide by passwords student.

In my first year at Hogwarts, I didn't have a single friend besides Elsa.The name Malfoy prevented me from fitting into any house outside of Slytherin, and my belonging to Ravenclaw made me suffer from the ridicule of Slytherin.Phyllis Sanchez, in particular, seemed unable to live a day without laughing at me.

That morning, when Elsa and I were sitting at the table eating, Sanchez came over: "You know what? I've been thinking about a question these days. Your family knew you were blind so they named you Sisser." , or do they want you to be blind?"

I was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Sanchez looked very proud: "Sure enough, you are a stupid idiot. Don't you know that in ancient runes, Sishize and blind people have the same meaning."

(Note: Sissie, Sissie, in the explanation of the English name, shows the meaning of blind people. With a certain level of English, it is impossible to judge whether it is true or not, but when setting, it is indeed to have the meaning of blind people, so it is a small name. Malfoy named it Xishize. In order to prevent improper use, he added that Xishize means blind people in the magical world, just hoping to ensure the rigor of the article, although it seems that there is not much rigor at all... )

I felt my heart sinking, sinking rapidly.

Xi Shize, the blind man, ancient runes...

Is it just a coincidence?

Or, the person who named me really didn't want me to see the light.

I was so engulfed in so much sadness that I forgot to speak ill of Sanchez.

"Shocked?" Sanchez didn't want to let me go, "That's right, my relatives wished they were blind, and anyone else would be shocked. Poor little guy, no one hurts, no one loves..."

I kind of lost my mind in anger and sadness, I jumped out of the dining chair and punched Sanchez recklessly.

"Stop! Stop!" Uncle Weasley noticed something strange and strode down from the teacher's bench. The airflow from the tip of his staff separated me and Sanchez who were wrestling together on both sides of the air wall.

This Muggle-style conflict ended with Slytherin and Ravenclaw deducting [-] points each. I am very sad, not because of the [-] points deducted by Ravenclaw, but because I failed to hit Sanchez, but was interrupted by Sanchez.

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