Dolly shot up from the floor.
A storm of questions erupted in her mind.
Why did she transmigrate?
Why did she become Dolly Dursley and not someone else?
And what the hell was a "Frail Beauty Cultivation System"?
She currently weighed as much as two Harrys. Did that have a single Bronze Knut to do with being "frail"?
Moreover, according to Dolly's memories, although she was a girl, she had learned boxing and women's self-defense, just like the original Dudley from the books.
And while any sensible person knew that women's self-defense classes were mostly just performances to get you to pay for lessons, you couldn't argue with Dolly's body weight. A single punch from her would be enough to knock out a grown man.
Most importantly... "peerless beauty"? Did she possess such a thing?
Dolly walked over to the dressing mirror and looked at the round, piggy girl staring back at her.
She had to admit, the girl had good bone structure. She would definitely be very pretty if she lost weight!
She had said such insincere things plenty of times in her past life, but now, even she didn't believe it.
After all, setting aside whether one would look good after losing weight, the vast majority of people simply can't lose it.
Those who succeed at losing weight are the ones who are ruthless enough with themselves.
And the Dolly of her past life just wanted to be a foodie who snuck in snacks whenever she could.
Weight was something you only had the energy to worry about after you were full.
Ultimately, all the questions in her mind condensed into one.
"Um... Mister System?"
"Are you, by any chance, able to observe my current situation?"
"Is it possible... that you've actually bound to the wrong person?"
[The perfect Miss Dolly is still questioning her own charm. It seems she doesn't yet understand that her beauty needs no embellishment.]
[Although this system can only provide her with support across dimensions and cannot even communicate with her directly...]
[This system firmly believes that she is the most beautiful person in the mortal world.]
[Of course, to make her even more flawless, a little touch of frailness is needed.]
[This is the very reason for this system's existence. This system will guide her forward, allowing her beauty to shock the world.]
"Got it. So you're blind, right?"
No wonder the system was so chatty; it hadn't actually seen her at all.
This made Dolly want to tell the system about her current state... but wait, what if she scared the system away?
She was a stranger in a strange land, and on top of that, she was fated to be a villainous side character from the original story.
If she maintained the original character's personality, she'd be hated by Harry and bullied with magic by the main trio.
But if she didn't... with her current appearance and Muggle status, could she really survive until the grand finale?
After all, Death Eaters might hesitate to kill a wizard, but they'd have no psychological burden whatsoever when killing a Muggle.
So, Dolly took a deep breath and decided to temporarily ignore the minor, insignificant flaw that she was not, in fact, the frail beauty the system spoke of.
Instead, she put on a high-pitched voice and asked, "Um, Mr. System."
"If I complete the mission, will I have a chance to go to Hogwarts?"
This was the world of Harry Potter, after all. It would be a terrible waste to come all this way and not learn any magic.
Even if she was a super-Muggle who couldn't cast more than a few spells, she could at least ride a flying broom and enjoy the thrill of flight, right?
In the Muggle world, flying outside of an aircraft was limited to gliding with things like wingsuits, right up until the moment she transmigrated.
[The lovely Miss Dolly seems to yearn for magic. This is precisely the reward this system has prepared for her.]
[I only hope she can complete the mission perfectly. Shocking the Boy-Who-Lived with her charm is not a difficult task.]
[Once the mission is successful, Miss Dolly can become a genius with profound magical talent. She will only need to wait until she enters Hogwarts to show her true power.]
Hearing about the system's reward, Dolly laughed with excitement.
Becoming a master of magic?
She could experience the mysteries of magic and then use ancient, mystical curses to poke Voldemort in the butt!
But why did something feel off?
This system... it didn't seem to be talking to her, did it?
Otherwise, why did it keep referring to her in the third person?
"System bro?"
"Mister System?"
"Little brother System?"
"System, I'll curse your ancestors!"
Dolly waved her hand in the empty air, still smiling.
At that moment, the system's voice sounded again.
[The beautiful Miss Dolly seems to be waving at this system. What a kind and enthusiastic person!]
[To be able to guide such a person to success is truly the greatest fortune of my three lifetimes!]
Dolly lowered her hand. Now she understood.
The system really wasn't communicating with her. Rather, she could hear the system's inner ramblings.
Or perhaps, it was the ability to hear the system's thoughts?
As for the system itself, it truly couldn't see her right now.
It was providing support from across time and space, only able to vaguely sense what she was doing.
Understanding all this, Dolly felt a strange mix of emotions.
On one hand, she was glad to have a system that was such an obsessive fan. On the other hand, what if this sycophant really was fawning over the wrong person?
If it ever saw her true, "perfectly re-installed" appearance, wouldn't the system be so scared it would ascend on the spot?
No, she had to keep it stable!
Besides, Dolly had to complete the mission to gain magical talent.
It wasn't long now until the start of the original story, when Harry would begin his first year.
If Dolly didn't show any magical aptitude soon, she might be passed over by the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance at Hogwarts.
At the very least, Dolly wanted to try her best to get into Hogwarts.
As for the system's expectations... well, Dolly wanted to lose weight anyway.
It wasn't just a matter of vanity, but also of health.
Dolly had no desire to get a host of obesity-related illnesses at a young age.
She would try her best to lean into the "frail beauty" persona. She was only 11; maybe there was still hope?
Dolly patted her cheeks, quickly washed up, and prepared to meet her familiar yet strange parents.
Vernon and Petunia weren't the sharpest tools in the shed. Tricking them with a childish tantrum shouldn't be too hard.
But the problem was, how could she "shock" Harry?
And shock him with her "peerless beauty," no less.
She really didn't have anything like that!
How was she supposed to use something she didn't have? Even if she tried to dress up and look cute now, she'd just end up looking like a pink-painted Tiger tank. Never mind shocking Harry, she'd probably give him a concussion.
Wait, maybe "concussion" wasn't so far off?
Dolly suddenly felt that the system's mission description wasn't all that clear.
For instance, how exactly was "peerless beauty" defined? Did it have to be facial beauty?
And finally, this process of being shocked by her beauty... could there be a delay between cause and effect?
Besides, "shocked" isn't necessarily a positive word, is it?
Couldn't it be a neutral, or even a negative term?
Thinking this, Dolly suddenly felt her fists harden.
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