"Lord Rhine, the University of Cambridge's literature department has sent you another invitation. They are eager to invite you to become a lifetime professor in the literature department."
"The publishing house needs to reconfirm the itinerary for your book-signing event. For your safety, they are hiring a top-tier security team."
"Your eleventh birthday is approaching. The Times and The London Times have confirmed that it will be their front-page headline."
The impeccably dressed butler reported the pending matters one by one.
The person listening to the report was neither a high-ranking politician nor a business tycoon, but a child who looked barely over ten.
He was Rhine, the most famous literary prodigy in Britain and even the entire world.
Without a doubt, Rhine was a transmigrator.
He had gone from an ordinary young man to this world, then from an orphanage to a world-renowned young Literary Giant. Before he knew it, ten years had passed.
If nothing unexpected happened, Rhine felt that he could live a textbook-perfect life in this lifetime.
His name would remain in literary history textbooks a century from now.
But as expected, the unexpected happened.
Rhine looked at the fountain pen on his desk. It had exquisite patterns and reflective metallic sheen, like a beautiful work of art.
It had been a tenth-birthday gift from The Queen of England. It was said to contain an exceptionally rare metal element that would keep the pen from wearing out almost forever.
It symbolized the hope that Rhine's talent would never fade. If that happened, Britain might once again produce a literary titan capable of rivaling Shakespeare.
But now, that fountain pen had twisted into a knot like a pretzel.
Rhine took a deep breath.
The only thing he remembered was that he had been stuck on his writing yesterday. In his irritation, he had wanted nothing more than to snap the pen in his hand.
Then, under some inexplicable force, the pen had twisted into this shape, while he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.
Now, staring at the pen, Rhine felt as though his entire worldview had taken a severe blow.
"Was it a dream?"
"Or a prank?"
One hypothesis after another flashed through Rhine's mind, only to be rejected in quick succession.
A dream could not be this real.
As for a prank, that was even more impossible.
Only the butler was allowed into his study to clean it, and that reliable, almost stubborn butler would never pull such a prank.
"Then there is only one explanation left."
Rhine stared blankly at his palm.
The force that had twisted the fountain pen truly existed.
Magic?
Telekinesis?
Or something else?
Was this a world with supernatural powers?!
The butler's report gradually fell silent.
He could tell that Rhine was deep in thought like never before, and the rule of this manor was that no one could disturb Rhine while he was thinking.
Otherwise, if they interrupted Rhine's flash of inspiration and strangled the next work that could shine across Britain and the global literary world in its cradle, the eagerly waiting fans might truly tear them apart alive.
At that moment, Rhine suddenly seemed to remember something.
"This year is 1991. That year sounds so familiar..."
"When was I born again? 1980."
He walked to the bookshelf and found newspapers from 1980 among his neatly arranged writing materials.
The front pages of newspapers from all over reported all kinds of strange incidents.
Some people swore they had seen oddly dressed people gathering in the streets, while others claimed they had seen flying brooms.
Others were even more certain that they had seen a motorcycle flying through the sky.
Seeing this, it was as though a bolt of lightning flashed through Rhine's mind.
He finally understood where he was. This was the world of Harry Potter!
He must have had the talent of a wizard, and the force that had twisted the fountain pen was the manifestation of his Magical Outburst!
Just then, the midnight bell rang.
Rhine's eleventh birthday had officially arrived.
At that very moment, the sound of flapping wings came from outside the window.
Rhine's heart stirred, and he had the butler open the window.
The next moment, amid the butler's cry of alarm, an owl flew into Rhine's study and dropped a strange letter onto his desk.
Looking at the envelope stamped with the crests of a lion, eagle, badger, and snake, the butler's face was filled with shock.
"Lord Rhine, is this letter... a prank from one of your readers?"
"We already informed the post office that we would only accept mail from institutions on the whitelist. Which crazy reader thought of using an owl to send you a letter?"
"Let me dispose of it."
Rhine, however, wore a serious expression.
"Enough, Fland. I know where this letter came from. Leave first and close the door behind you."
Butler Fland hesitated for a moment before turning to leave and shutting the study door.
Rhine took a deep breath and opened the envelope. The contents written on the parchment came into view.
Dear Mr. Rhine Snow, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A list of required books and equipment is enclosed.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl-posted reply by July 31.
"Hogwarts acceptance letter..."
It was impossible not to be excited upon seeing it. After all, this was his ticket into the magical world.
Whoever had read Harry Potter did not have a dream of magic in their heart?
But if Rhine remembered correctly, the later one's Magical Outburst appeared, the worse their magical talent was.
Peerless geniuses like Dumbledore and Grindelwald had experienced Magical Outbursts at a very early age.
Meanwhile, Neville, who had nearly been suspected of being a Squib in the original story, had experienced his Magical Outburst very late.
Rhine's Magical Outburst had only arrived the day before his eleventh birthday. He had barely made the deadline for receiving a Hogwarts acceptance letter. His talent was a little too poor.
Rhine looked depressed.
"Forget it. It seems impossible for me to achieve anything great in the Wizarding World, beat up Dumbledore, and kick Voldemort around."
"Maybe I should just lie low in the Wizarding World, stay out of every dangerous incident, become an insignificant nobody, and spend most of my time peacefully being a Literary Giant."
"If only I had a system..."
Then Rhine picked up the Hogwarts acceptance letter.
At that moment, a ding sounded beside his ear.
System activated.
Rhine jolted, and wild joy appeared in his eyes.
The system had really arrived?
Could it be the kind of system that only bound itself after receiving an acceptance letter?
Whether it was the God of Magic System, Potion System, or Alchemy System, Rhine was not picky.
Congratulations, Host. You have joined the Chan Sect. The Primordial Connections System has officially bound itself to you.
Rhine froze.
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"What did you say?"
"This is the Wizarding World, damn it! What the hell is a Primordial Connections System?!"
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