Magic is Calling Me!

1938.

Beside an unknown small lake outside London.

A boy named Cypher Corvin was sitting on a wooden stake.

He held a fishing rod in his hand, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

The boy was slender, with black hair and eyes, and fair skin.

However, at this moment, he was staring blankly at the seemingly calm water.

It had been eleven years since he came to this world.

Memories slowly flooded Cypher's mind.

Eleven years ago.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was adopted by the kind Madam Mary at her orphanage.

Although life at the orphanage was hard, it at least guaranteed food and clothing.

As he grew older, and because he had been well-behaved and sensible since childhood, Madam Mary reluctantly agreed to let Cypher go fishing not long ago.

In fact, fishing was just an excuse to conceal Cypher's secret.

In his previous life, Cypher was an ordinary member of Earth, living a nine-to-five life.

One night, after watching the movie Fantastic Beasts 2 before going to sleep, he woke up in this world.

At first, Cypher thought it was the Western world of earlier years.

Until one night, the radio broadcast a news item.

Citizens had seen people flying on broomsticks in the sky.

Although the radio later denied it, saying it was a circus performance, Cypher was greatly shocked when he heard this news.

That night.

He hurriedly tried all sorts of strange, chuuni lines.

After one failure after another.

Finally, with a shout of "Wingardium Leviosa!"

"I! @##!"

According to the other kids at the orphanage, That night, Cypher was severely reprimanded by Madam Mary for the first time.

No Potter, no Hermione, no Fleur, no noseless man, oh, there is...

"Glug--"

One or two bubbles appeared around the float.

Cypher, lost in memories, quickly snapped back to his senses.

He looked around.

Good, no one noticed.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Cypher whispered the incantation.

A large fish that was recklessly probing under the float and in front of the hook broke the surface of the water and flew towards Cypher.

Cypher skillfully took advantage of the fish's flight through the air.

He picked up the sharpened wooden stick beside his foot.

And impaled the big fish on it.

Then, he stared blankly at the lake again, wondering what he was thinking about...

That's two already, enough food for tonight.

Cypher killed another fish using the same method.

And decided to pack up and return to the orphanage.

To make a delicious fish soup for his younger brothers and sisters.

"Snap—snap—snap"

At the first sound, Cypher froze. At the second sound, Cypher looked in the direction of the sound.

Before the third sound could fall, Cypher, who had burst up with the sharp wooden stick in his hand, was fixed in the air.

"Hey! Young man, don't be so jumpy!"

Cypher tried a few times, finding the wooden vines binding him exceptionally tough.

Realizing he couldn't break free, he offered a friendly smile to the speaker.

Before him stood a middle-aged man holding a small wooden stick and wearing a round bowler hat.

He had a thick beard and bright blue eyes.

"I mean you no harm."

The middle-aged man spread his hands, explaining to Cypher.

Cypher didn't answer, but silently looked at the wooden vines binding him.

"Alright, alright, quite a wary little fellow."

Without the man doing anything, the wooden vines slowly released Cypher.

"Child, calm down, I mean you no harm."

Seeing Cypher still tightly gripping the wooden stick, the middle-aged man said nothing more, realizing his sudden appearance had made Cypher tense.

Cypher finally snapped out of his terrified daze.

He had almost been scared to death.

Someone had silently applauded his spellcasting performance from behind him.

In this era of less-than-friendly law and order, his reaction was understandable.

However, he had been aiming to subdue the other person, not with any intention to kill.

Although he had done enough self-hypnosis over the years to prepare himself for venturing into this magical world.

He knew he had to be ruthless when necessary, or he'd regret it.

But with a living person in front of him, he chickened out, especially since he couldn't win.

"Fine, fine, your magic is stronger than mine, you win."

Cypher threw down the wooden stick.

He said grumpily.

"Ministry of Magic? Auror?"

The middle-aged man frowned upon hearing this, but considering the boy had already recited the incantation for the Levitation Charm and even advanced to the Summoning Charm.

Even though he was an orphan, knowing some information about the magical world wasn't shocking by comparison.

"Neither. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I'm a Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Professor Dumbledore?!"

Cypher said in surprise.

"Once you officially enroll, you're welcome to call me that, though it's not forbidden now, of course."

Dumbledore winked playfully, assuming Cypher was surprised that he was a professor rather than an Auror.

However, Cypher was currently surprised that he had finally met Dumbledore, not as an old man with a white beard.

This meant that as long as he clung to this powerful figure.

He would have no safety concerns for decades.

"Well, shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

Seeing Cypher lost in thought again, Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, interrupting his contemplation.

"Ah! Forgive my rudeness! Professor!"

Cypher quickly came to his senses, bowed to Dumbledore, and then said loudly.

"My name is Cypher Corvin! I'm eleven years old! And an orphan from Madam Mary's orphanage not far from here!"

"Don't be so excited, Corvin, no need to be so excited..."

Dumbledore said soothingly.

Orphan? Eleven years old? Seems I'll need to look into that...

But judging by his behavior... I think I'm worrying too much...

"Cypher, may I call you that?"

Cypher nodded repeatedly, staring eagerly at Dumbledore.

Would he see his talent and take him as a disciple?

Cypher had some fanciful ideas.

In this era where resources were controlled by pure-blood families, not having a backer was too difficult.

"Wizards are forbidden from using magic in front of Muggles, as stipulated by the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Young wizards are forbidden from using magic outside of school, as stipulated by Hogwarts school rules."

Although he didn't get the answer he wanted and felt a bit disappointed, Cypher still stared at Dumbledore expectantly.

"However, new students like you who haven't enrolled yet aren't under the jurisdiction of either. Naturally, before you enroll, a professor from Hogwarts needs to communicate with you."

Still staring with those big eyes...

Dumbledore rubbed its head, thought for a moment, and then continued, "Your acceptance letter will be delivered to you by owl in a few days."

"Cypher, what other questions do you have? Please, speak plainly!"

Dumbledore finally couldn't hold back, and its voice rose!