In that moment, Ted's heart was filled with boundless joy-even being a tycoon in an ordinary world couldn't compare to the thrill of a world with magic!
I'm going to be a wizard~ Carefully opening the letter, the first page: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Magician, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot)
Dear Mr. Epiphany: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.
The term begins on September 1st.
We will await your owl's reply no later than July 31st.
Deputy Headmistress (Female) Minerva McGonagall
Second page: Uniform
First-year students will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar material)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings) Please note: All student clothing must carry name tags
Course Books
All students should prepare the following books: "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1" by Miranda Goshawk
"A History of Magic" by Bathilda Bagshot
"Magical Theory" by Adalbert Waffling
"A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" by Emeric Switch "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" by Phyllida Spore
"Magical Drafts and Potions" by Arsenius Jigger "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" by Newt Scamander
"The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection" by Quentin Trimble Other Equipment
One wand
One cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) One set of glass or crystal phials
One telescope One set of brass scales
Students may bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
Parents are particularly reminded that first-year students are not allowed their own flying broomsticks.
Two sheets of parchment, thick and heavy to the touch. Holding them in his hand, he couldn't help but feel his blood race.
What Apple Steve Jobs, what Microsoft Bill Gates, what Tesla no-brakes-I'm not serving any of you!
I'm going to learn magic!
An impassioned voice rang out in Ted's mind:
Learn magic, find Old Dumbledore, eight hundred cauldrons of stainless steel.
The Four Houses have solid connections, ten professors with strong skills.
Hogwarts is massive in scale, two thousand students across the land.
Stable work and high income, lifetime employment guaranteed.
Hey, guar! an! teed! "Coo coo coo~~" The owl at his side watched this boy, face flushed with excitement and lost in fantasy, and grew a little impatient.
Owl: I don't do overtime, just so you know.
"Sorry, please wait a moment." Woken by the owl, Ted took out paper and pen and began his reply.
Of course he couldn't just say: I agree to enroll, hurry and have Dumbledore come pick me up! He had to feign hesitation and doubt, and his wording had to match his age...
"Ah, then I'll trouble you, Mr. Owl."
Ted took out his own little biscuits, crumbled them to bribe the impatient owl postman. He couldn't have his reply letter get lost!
Watching the owl fly off into the distance outside the window, a sudden "ding" sounded in Ted's mind: "Ding~ System activation complete. The Magic Card System is at your service."
Oh~ A promise made, double happiness! Focusing his attention on the ball of light in his mind once more, new information surfaced.
Ted Epiphany Level: Level 1 Wizard (0/1000)
Experience Pool: 0 Attributes: (Average values for an ordinary adult Muggle in all attributes are 5)
Strength 3 Constitution 3 Dexterity 4 Intelligence 6 Perception 6 Spirit 7 Charisma 6 Luck ?? (0 for ordinary people, fluctuates between positive and negative based on status) Talent: Otherworldly Knowledge (Gold)
Skills: Magic Power lv1, Magical Resistance lv1 Magic: (None) Cards: (None) Quests: (None) Before Ted could examine further, another "ding" sounded.
"Ding~ Quest triggered:
Magical World! (Blue).
Situated in Great Britain, are you really going to miss the only magical school? Enroll, you must enroll! Objective: Successfully enroll at Hogwarts.
Reward: 500 experience, +lv1 Magic Power, random card.
Didn't expect that, did you? This world has magic!"
Immediately after, another notification.
"Ding~ Talent Otherworldly Knowledge (Gold) triggered, obtained knowledge: Pages of Mind Power Manual (Blue)."
Pages of Mind Power Manual (Blue): Records some career insights of Mind Mages. Requires 400 experience to exchange.
An image of a card appeared in his mind.
It was a card with a blue border. In the card's illustration was a person, with patterns like gas or flames around his head, as if controlling an object in front of him through some kind of power.
Ted sensed each sub-item of the system, and information surfaced one by one.
This system could collect experience points, store them in the Experience Pool, and use them to level up his class, or level up cards and magic.
He probably had some kind of magical bloodline, born as a Level 1 wizard, which was why Hogwarts had sent the letter.
If he had 1000 experience, he could now advance to Level 2 Wizard, gaining 1 attribute point, 1 skill point, and every 4 levels he could gain a new talent.
Attribute points went without saying-self-explanatory, simple and clear.
Skill points could level up skills. Currently he only had Magic Power and Magical Resistance.
As for talents, he had one: Otherworldly Knowledge (Gold), which would trigger otherworldly knowledge every month. Consuming the corresponding experience points would allow exchange.
For example, this Pages of Mind Power Manual (Blue) required 400 experience to exchange.
As for the rest, he hadn't learned any magic, and had no cards yet.
He did have a quest now, though-a freebie.
"Experience, how can I harvest more experience?" Ted muttered softly to himself.
According to the information the system gave, exercising, studying, practicing magic, and conducting experiments all yielded different amounts of experience. There were also quests to complete.
"And magic power..." Ted extended his hand, carefully sensing, feeling as if a faint, indescribable force was gently surging within his body.
"Is this magic power?" He reached toward a sheet of paper twenty centimeters away, imagining himself mobilizing this force.
About a few seconds later, the paper actually wobbled and floated up, flying into his hand!
"Holy crap! Awesome~"
The next day, Ted told the matron in a joking tone that a magic school calling itself Hogwarts had sent him an acceptance letter, and that he had replied.
The matron naturally didn't believe it. "Oh, little Ted, don't mind it. Maybe it's just a prank from some mischievous child."
Ted continued to busk on the streets, income steady, getting some small bills and handfuls of coins every day.
Patiently waiting for the reply, like patiently waiting for a computer to restart. Patience.
Ted now had a bit of fame by the big market. Every day a dozen or so people would stop to listen to him sing, and if they had spare change or coins, they'd toss them into the open guitar case.
Ted gave his patrons a slight bow in return.
His voice was quite good, barely worthy of being called heavenly. A kind lady praised him as having "a voice kissed by an angel," and hoped it would stay that way after his voice changed.
Ted tuned the strings again-the guitar was too old and often went out of tune.
"It's getting late. One last song, 'Scarborough Fair,' for everyone."
Ted plucked the strings and sang softly: "Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without no seams nor needlework,
Then she'll be a true love of mine..."
Scarborough Fair was originally a regular fair formed because Vikings frequently landed there to do some trading. Over several hundred years, it lasted a month and a half each autumn. Even now, Great Britain still had such a small town.
The lyrics of the song "Scarborough Fair" date back at least to thirteenth-century England, while the melody is even earlier, originating in Scotland.
Although it was a bit odd for a child to sing this song, for the British, this song was simply too classic.
More and more people stopped to listen to the classic tune played on the old guitar, and the voice of this boy in old but neat clothes.
At that moment, the market seemed to fall silent.
Just as everyone was immersed in the song, a silver tabby British Shorthair Cat was also crouched not far away on a railing, listening.
Actually, Scarborough Fair was not only a Muggle fair-it was also the largest and liveliest fair for English wizards in the seventeenth century. It was just that as time passed, its prosperity faded.
This song, with its faint melancholy, was composed by the Muggle family member of a wizard. It was not only a classic song of the Muggle world, but also a classic song of wizards.
The singing stopped, applause rose. The audience was generous with praise, and quite a few people tossed change into the guitar case. Ted bowed in thanks to each one.
He quickly packed up his things, shouldered the guitar, and walked to a homeless man at the corner of a wall not far away.
There were only a few scattered coins in the hat in front of the homeless man. Business must have been bad today.
Ted petted the dog beside the homeless man, put a few 1-penny coins into his hat, brought two fingers to his brow, and gave a light flick in salute. "Good luck to us, sir."
Amid the homeless man's thanks, Ted noticed the cat crouched on the railing nearby. He reached out and scooped it up directly, casually rubbing it a few times.
The shorthair was stunned at first, then panicked, struggling violently, jumping to the ground and running off like the wind.
Ted figured his cat-petting skills must have declined after transmigrating, and didn't think much of it, hurrying back to the orphanage.
Along the way, that tabby British Shorthair followed him sneakily-the look in its eyes of wanting to knife someone was impossible to hide: I hate humans with no sense of boundaries the most. Hunting time!
Ted had just entered and greeted the matron when the door he'd just closed behind him was knocked on.
Outside the door was a tall lady, around forty or fifty, dressed and styled meticulously, wearing glasses, with a powerful aura and a stern expression.
She looked at the black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned boy before her-who looked somewhat undernourished and a bit thin-with an odd gaze: "Mr. Ted Epiphany?"
"Yes, that's me."
"I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor Minerva McGonagall..."
Figured it out, and I also figured out that I just accidentally petted you.
Oh no, I'm dead!
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