Opening With the Door-Door Fruit, But I'm in Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Starting with the Door-Door Fruit, but in Hogwarts' Brain Storage (I solemnly swear that I will only store brains and will not eat them privately.)

July 1991, London, late at night.

In a secluded alley.

A small figure in a black cloak and a bull-headed mask stood quietly.

His pair of bright blue eyes stared intently at the Lloyds Bank not far away.

It was Brook, who was only 11 years old.

Tonight, he was going to collect some interest.

He raised his hand, and a door emitting a faint glow appeared out of thin air.

Without any hesitation, Brook stepped into the glowing door.

In an instant, he found himself inside the vault of Lloyds Bank.

The entire vault was as bright as day.

Rows of safes towered to the ceiling.

Gold bars were piled on the metal table in the center of the vault, their shining luster making him dizzy.

However, the moment he appeared, a sharp alarm sounded.

Brook knew his time was limited.

He quickly moved his hands in the air.

A one-foot-tall glowing door slowly moved over the metal table, and the gold bars disappeared as if being swallowed.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

At the same time, as soon as the alarm sounded, security guards rushed towards the vault, weapons in hand.

A chubby bank manager followed behind, panting heavily.

The fat on his face jiggled uncontrollably with his strenuous movement.

"Quick! Hurry and open the vault door!"

He roared at the top of his lungs.

The commotion at the vault door also caught Brook's attention.

With a wave of his hand, the glowing door that was moving the gold bars instantly disappeared.

He casually opened several glowing doors on the safes beside him.

He haphazardly grabbed a handful of jewelry and cash and stuffed them into the bag he had prepared.

"Don't move!"

The security guards rushed into the vault, and the dark muzzles of their guns were all aimed at Brook.

The corners of Brook's mouth curved slightly.

He waved at the security guards, stepped back slightly, and then fell into the glowing door behind him.

The security guards instinctively pulled the triggers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots echoed through the hall.

Bullets whizzed towards where Brook had disappeared, only hitting the safes.

After escaping from the vault, Brook did not relax.

He followed the pre-marked route, continuously opening glowing doors.

Finally, he returned to his residence—a three-story house in Kensington.

He gasped for air and grabbed the food he had prepared, stuffing it into his mouth.

Using the Door-Door Fruit's ability had greatly depleted his stamina.

Food was the only way for him to recover quickly.

Brook looked at the small mountain of gold bars in his independent space.

(~￣▽￣)~

He was overjoyed.

After this score, he would leave Britain and go to the United States.

With this wealth, he could live a life of extravagant spending there.

As for why he didn't stay in Britain.

Both Pound Sterling and gold bricks had serial numbers.

If he used them in large quantities, it would definitely leave traces.

He wouldn't really consider those police officers as mere decorations.

So running to the United States was the simplest way.

No one there would care where these things came from.

As long as they could make money.

It was the perfect place to fence stolen goods.

As he thought, a scene from a year ago surfaced in his mind.

Just like in many novels.

He was a transmigrator.

The only difference was.

He wasn't hit by a truck of destiny and killed.

He threw a firecracker into a manhole cover himself, and was then killed by the protesting manhole cover.

It was embarrassing just thinking about it (;￢＿￢).

But fortunately, the body he transmigrated into was a natural protagonist template.

If you can't find the book title, you can try searching for the author, maybe they just changed the name!

Orphaned.

With a delicate and handsome face, comparable to that of many of his esteemed readers.

Not only was his inheritance substantial, but there were no troublesome relatives to fight him for it.

This was actually another sad story.

It wasn't that he had no relatives; quite the opposite, he had many.

It was just that these relatives were all richer than his family and looked down on this inheritance.

Since he was given the protagonist template, a system was naturally included.

"Roulette System."

Completing system-released tasks would grant a chance to draw.

How should I put it?

This roulette was designed very crudely.

It was very similar to the one on Pinduoduo.

The roulette was divided into four equal parts, with only a grand prize, first prize, second prize, and "thank you for playing."

The only difference was probably that.

His roulette actually gave out prizes.

The Pinduoduo one didn't.

There was a long list of tasks, over a hundred in total.

And quite a few series of tasks.

Through the tasks released by the system.

Brook discovered that he had actually transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter.

Regarding Harry Potter, he could only say he had watched the movies, and the specific details were mostly forgotten.

He originally planned to follow the normal transmigrator's path.

Enter Hogwarts at age 11, grind tasks.

After all, he was curious about what this system could actually give.

However, fate is truly strange.

His neighbor turned out to be Hermione Granger.

Thus, he inexplicably completed the task [Contact one of the Golden Trio] and obtained a chance to draw.

The task was updated to [Contact all of the Golden Trio].

In his previous life, he couldn't even win five yuan on a lottery ticket.

This time, his luck exploded, and he drew the grand prize—the Door-Door Fruit.

Brook was ecstatic.

In One Piece, Blueno's performance was indeed a bit weak.

He used the Door-Door Fruit like a mere mode of transportation.

But Brook knew that the potential of this fruit was far beyond that.

This thing was a conceptual existence.

The Milky Way is also a "river."

Then "gates of space" and "gates of time" are also gates, right?

What about the "Door of Life," "Door of Power," and "Door of Mind"?

As long as he dared to imagine it, any concept could have "Door" added to it.

The abilities he could expand were practically endless.

He didn't need to learn any of that so-called magic incense.

Of course, these were all just ideas for now.

Whether he could develop them

depended on fate.

After a year of training and development, Brook had finally gained initial mastery over several abilities.

Create Door: Can create a door on the surface of any material.

Space Door: Can construct spatial passages, instantly transferring from one place to another.

Concealment Space: Creates two invisible doors, with the space between them being an independent space.

Mobile Door: An extension of Create Door and Space Door; objects that the door passes through will enter the independent space.

Space Marker: Can leave a mark on any location or living being.

As the saying goes: A gentleman loves wealth and obtains it righteously.

Especially taking money from the British made him feel even more pleased, both physically and mentally.

That was the interest from the old lady, and he deserved it.

From now on, all the banks in the world would be at his beck and call.

Hogwarts?

Going to school?

Even a dog wouldn't go.

Brook threw the gold bar in his hand back into the independent space.

There was a flight to the United States tomorrow night.

Las Vegas, Hawaii, and even when he grew older, he could go play on that mysterious island!

As for those system tasks.

What normal person does tasks?

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