Are you a wizard, mage, or alchemist?

"Huh?!"

Harry was a bit dazed.

Mu En picked up the flower that had fallen to the ground and examined it carefully. The moonlight within had completely dissipated, leaving only a husk with no further use.

Fortunately, though most of the Moonpetal Flowers had been severely damaged, a few lucky ones had survived.

Just consider it flower pruning...

He could only console himself with that thought.

At the same time, he shifted his gaze to the little boy in front of him: messy, long black hair, broken glasses, green eyes, and the lightning scar on his forehead.

And most importantly, the method the kid had just used.

He possessed Magic Power.

This was the second time he had encountered someone with Magic Power in this world. The first time, those guys were impossible to communicate with. They claimed to be from the Ministry of Magic and demanded his immediate detention and removal. They ended up fighting on top of Big Ben.

Ministry of Magic... lightning scar...

It felt so familiar, no matter how he looked at it, but he just couldn't recall.

Then, Mu En's gaze fell upon the boy before him, the only two spellcasters he had encountered in this world.

Perhaps, he could find a way out of this predicament here.

With that thought, he asked, "Kid, what school of spellcaster are you? Wizard? Mage? Or Alchemist?"

"Huh?"

Harry let out a confused sound.

Mu En looked at the boy's reaction and was also a bit bewildered. Did this child not know the source of his power?

A spellcaster who lived in an ordinary world, raised under the common worldview?

"What's your name?" Mu En asked.

"My name is Harry Potter, I live at Number 4, Privet Drive, and you live diagonally across the street, sir."

Harry Potter?!

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in Mu En's mind, and all his memories connected instantly.

So, it was the world of Harry Potter.

Unfortunately, he hadn't watched much of that movie in his previous life. He only knew the general plot from various channels. Moreover, so many years had passed, and he had forgotten it all.

If not for the name being so iconic, he wouldn't have remembered.

However, as his memories connected, he recalled quite a few things, like the simplest one: Harry was an orphan.

Thinking about it that way, everything made sense.

Mu En shook his head helplessly, then stood up and went back inside.

Harry watched the man's retreating back, still feeling a bit dazed.

And just like that... it was over?!

Seeing the man return home, leaving him alone outside, Harry felt unsure whether to leave or stay.

As he thought about it, he caught sight of Dudley standing at the street corner out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep a distance and see what interesting things were happening here.

Instantly, Harry quickly crouched down...

Meanwhile, Mu En returned to the house. The house had a small entryway, with various miscellaneous items piled up. On a tall stone table beside it, countless books were stacked, forming a small mountain, with curtains caught among them.

Outside the opened window was a high mountain meadow. The wind swept across the lush green lawn, creating ripples.

Clearly, the world outside the window was completely different from the world outside the door.

In the fireplace, red flames burned slowly. In front of the fireplace was an old red leather sofa, with a noticeable indentation in the middle, indicating that someone often sat there to pass the time.

"What happened?" a hoarse yet somewhat childish voice came. The flames in the fireplace began to boil, and eyes and a mouth actually appeared.

"A few clusters of Moonpetal Flowers were damaged by some brat who came out of nowhere," Mu En said lazily. After speaking, he retorted, "Where are we now?"

"Let me see." The small fire cluster extended two hands and picked up a map nearby. After a while, it said, "Finland, north of the Scandinavian Mountains."

"Someone destroyed your Moonpetal Flowers, and you're not going to kill him?" the little fire person said.

"Lucifer, why are you always talking about killing? Can't you be more peaceful like me?" Mu En said helplessly.

"How are you peaceful? Besides, I, Lucifer, am a devil!!" Lucifer's features suddenly contorted, and huge flames erupted from his body, burning fiercely.

"Alright, alright, quickly park the castle in a deserted place, and I'll go transplant the Moonpetal Flowers," Mu En waved his hand, clearly unconcerned with the guy's performance.

Saying that, he picked up a shovel and walked outside again.

"Hm?"

Mu En was a bit surprised. Harry hadn't left yet? What was he still doing here? Trying to freeload a meal?

Since you don't want to leave...

He threw the shovel on the ground and said unceremoniously, "Kid, dig out the flowers."

"Huh?!" Harry looked at the shovel on the ground, then at Mu En, his hand unconsciously picking up the shovel.

"What 'huh'? Moonpetal Flowers are precious, of course, they need to be transplanted. Do you want me to wait until you've destroyed them all?" Mu En said nonchalantly.

"Hurry up and get to work. Consider it atonement. Otherwise, I'll go tell your family." Mu En said, feigning seriousness.

As soon as he heard about his family, Harry's spirits lifted. He really didn't want the Dursleys to know about what happened today. After all, no matter who was right or wrong in this situation, it was ultimately his fault.

"O-okay." Harry quickly got up, dusted off his clothes, and began to work.

Beside him, Mu En glanced a couple of times and then paid no more attention. Moonpetal Flowers have very strong root systems, so he wasn't worried at all about their survival rate after transplanting. What made them precious was the refined moonlight accumulated in their flowers.

Stretching, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of two brats rustling by the roadside.

One was tall and thin, like a gibbon. The other was tall and fat, exactly matching his memory of Harry's obnoxious cousin.

Speaking of which, what were they giggling about while looking this way?

Mu En glanced back at Harry, then pointed at the two boys, "Kid, were these the two who threw you into my flowerbed?"

Harry looked over and saw the two boys. Not knowing what else to do, he could only nod helplessly.

"Such energetic children," Mu En said involuntarily.

Energetic?!

Harry looked at Mu En in surprise.

Mu En nodded, especially at the one named Dudley. His whole body of fat reminded him of Porco.

That guy who was clearly short, fat, and had a pig's nose.

And yet, he was a heartthrob.

However, Dudley clearly lacked Porco's charisma; only their physiques were similar.

Speaking of which, Porco turned into a pig because he was cursed in that world.

And he himself... had also been subjected to the same curse.

The thought made him a little angry.

As he thought, Mu En tapped his fingers lightly. Harry was drawn to the sound. Whether it was his imagination or not, he thought he saw a ring on Mu En's hand flash with a hint of light.

Woof woof woof—!!!

A large Doberman, appearing from nowhere, suddenly ran out from the street and charged at Dudley.

"Hey! Damn it, what the hell is this? Why is it chasing me?!" Dudley was startled and quickly dodged, having no interest in giggling foolishly on the side.

Meow—!!

From an oak tree by the roadside, a calico cat suddenly leaped down from a branch and began scratching Dudley's face.

"Ah, no, my face, my face!!"

Woof woof—

Another stray dog darted out from the street corner...

"Mom, Mom!!! Whoever it is, please save me!!" Dudley screamed as he ran towards home, being chased.

Seeing this, Harry couldn't help but burst into laughter. He didn't try to hide it; he hadn't been this happy in a long time. Even though he didn't know why stray cats and dogs were chasing Dudley, he didn't care. As long as Dudley was in trouble, he was happy.

Piers on the other side wasn't faring any better. He was also being chased by a stray dog and two cats. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from sight.