Dumbledore?
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Meow, meow, meow?
Where was I? Who was I? What was I doing?
Wasn't it supposed to be a rebirth 39 years ago, where I'd gain a golden finger, marry a rich and beautiful woman with foresight, and reach the pinnacle of life? Why was Dumbledore here?
... I should have known earlier. Wasn't Wool's Orphanage where Voldemort stayed during his childhood? No wonder the name seemed familiar.
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ye Ting's mind, but he ultimately buried all his doubts deep within and remained expressionless on the surface.
"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore, and Mrs. Garry," he said, stepping aside. "Please come in and sit down."
"Oh, no, littele Ting Ye," Mrs. Garry waved with a smile. "Mr. Dumbledore is the headmaster of a school, and he wants to talk to you alone. This old lady won't disturb you."
Saying that, she closed the door.
Soon, the sound of "creaking" steps going downstairs echoed from outside the door.
"Well then, child, hello," Dumbledore gazed gently at Ye Ting and introduced himself, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore." Ye Ting greeted calmly, though his eyes hinted at excitement, which stemmed from his excitement about being in a different world. However, this caused a misunderstanding in Dumbledore's mind.
"You seem unsurprised by the term 'magic,' so it seems you've realized your uniqueness." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows playfully and snapped his fingers, causing the teacup on Ye Ting's desk to refill with red tea automatically.
"Wow! Cool!" Seeing this, Ye Ting felt a bit envious, but he also showed Dumbledore a trick. The spoon on the tea tray trembled and flew up, then "fell" into the cup.
This surprised Dumbledore. He had never seen such a young child possess such powerful magic before mastering it. Generally, young wizards have limited magical capacity and lack control over it. Even ordinary wizards find it difficult to cast spells without the help of a wand.
Although this trick was somewhat crude in its application of magic, it was only in comparison to adult wizards. This already proved that Ye Ting was an undeniable genius in magic.
"When I discovered this supernatural ability, I thought," Ye Ting pretended to recount, "I didn't think I was the only one with magic—or supernatural abilities. But everyone around me thought magic or supernatural abilities didn't exist. I thought there must be some organization covering it all up. Maybe they're my kind, or maybe they'll come looking for me."
"You're a clever child indeed. So, would you like to join Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and learn more about magic with other young wizards your age?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
"Of course, Mr. Dumbledore. I'm looking forward to my future life at the school." Ye Ting smiled, revealing a childlike eagerness to try. Although he was 31 years old in total from his two lifetimes, he was still thrilled to have arrived in this childhood fairy tale world and was even more eager to become a student at Hogwarts—especially for the novel, never-before-touched knowledge of "magic" that only existed in fantasies.
What's the internet? What's the world's richest person? What's a rich and beautiful woman? They were all unimportant now.
What wealth could compare to the power of magic? What beauty could compare to female characters like Hermione, the "know-it-all," and the Half-Veela sisters, Fleur and Gabrielle?
Although the magical world had villains like Death Eaters and Voldemort causing trouble, and the seven years at school were always fraught with danger, the overall level of risk wasn't high—in fact, the power of white wizards had always been superior. The final crisis was only created because Dumbledore himself laid out a plan to completely defeat Voldemort.
Moreover, opportunities and dangers coexisted. Ye Ting's golden finger didn't have clear newbie guides and training routes like some systems, so to further develop his abilities—especially his temporal-spatial ability—learning magic as a reference was currently the best idea. He also dreamed of one day advancing further and traveling between different worlds to experience diverse lives.
Next, Ye Ting and Dumbledore chatted for a while. Although he had already learned about it in novels and movies, Ye Ting still asked many curious questions about the magical world like a child, and Dumbledore patiently answered them one by one.
Finally, Dumbledore stood up and said, "It's getting late. We should leave for Diagon Alley, where we can buy some necessities for entering Hogwarts—do you have enough pounds?"
"Of course, Mr. Dumbledore," Ye Ting pulled out his wallet from the drawer and took out a stack of pounds. "In fact, I've been submitting articles to children's magazines and have saved up quite a bit of writing fees. I think it should be enough."
"Good," Dumbledore nodded satisfactorily. "Then let's go."
"Himari, let's go." Before leaving, Ye Ting opened his backpack to Himari, the little white cat on the windowsill, who jumped in skillfully, leaving only her head sticking out.
After bidding farewell to Mrs. Garry and his little friends who came out to see the commotion, the two left Wool's Orphanage and, led by Dumbledore, entered an empty alley.
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