My name was Cypher Corvin. I was eleven years old and about to become a new student at Hogwarts.
I did not smoke or drink. Every day, I went straight to sleep the moment I lay down, never leaving my exhaustion for the next day.
Because I was the youngest son of a farmer and had managed the farm alone for years.
What? Where was my family?
My father and mother had been drafted to the front lines, and my two older brothers had gone as well.
If an owl had not delivered a letter a few days ago, I probably would have continued repeating that mechanical routine day after day.
Childhood had been better! My father and mother doted on me, and my two older brothers looked after me... At home, I had been a carefree young master.
But... wait!
How did I know about Hogwarts? How did I know Professor Dumbledore? I was Muggle-born, so how did I know anything about the Magical World?!
—Mental defense triggered. Someone has used Legilimency on you...
Huh?
Walking alone up the stairs toward the Great Hall, Cypher halted. Hearing those words suddenly appear in his mind, he slowly formed a question mark in his heart.
What the hell was that?
But he did not have much time left.
His memories from age three were somewhat blurry, but Cypher still clearly remembered the amusing things that had happened on his third birthday.
Yet once he crossed the threshold of three years old—
It was like a dam bursting open, like a mountainside collapsing.
Thirteen years of memories from his previous life had suddenly flooded into his mind.
I was still Cypher Corvin!
But he was also a reincarnator, a young wizard who had mastered advanced spells, Elven Magic, Animagus combat magic, alchemy,