Me in the Magic World, How Did I End Up in the Primordial Era?

"Lord Rhine, the University of Cambridge Department of English has sent another invitation; they are desperate to have you join as a tenured professor."

"The publishing house needs to reconfirm your book signing tour schedule. To ensure your safety, they are currently hiring the highest-grade security team available."

"Your eleventh birthday is almost upon us, and The Times and The London Times have already confirmed it will be their front-page headline."

Dressed in a suit and tie, the meticulous butler reported the to-do list item by item.

The person listening to the report was not a high-ranking official or a business tycoon, but a child who looked to be just over ten years old.

This was none other than the most famous literary prodigy in Britain and indeed the world, Rhine.

Without a doubt, Rhine was a transmigrator.

From an ordinary young man crossing over into this world, to an orphan rising to become a world-renowned young Literary Giant, ten years had passed in the blink of an eye.

If nothing went wrong, Rhine felt he could live a textbook life in this lifetime.

A hundred years from now, his name would remain in the literature textbooks.

But as expected, the unexpected happened.

Rhine stared at the fountain pen on his desk; it possessed exquisite patterns and a reflective metallic luster, looking like a fine piece of art.

This was a tenth-birthday gift from The Queen of England, said to contain extremely rare metallic elements that made the pen virtually indestructible.

It was intended to symbolize the hope that Rhine's talent would never fade, so that perhaps Britain might once again produce a literary titan comparable to Shakespeare.

But now, this pen was twisted into a knot, like a piece of dough.

Rhine took a deep breath.

The only thing he remembered was that he had hit a wall with his writing yesterday and felt quite frustrated, wishing he could snap the pen in his hand.

Then, the pen had been twisted into this shape by some inexplicable force, and he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Looking at the pen now, Rhine felt his worldview had been severely shaken.

Is it a dream?

Or a prank?

One guess after another flashed through Rhine's mind, only to be rejected one by one.

Dreams wouldn't be this realistic.

As for a prank, that was even more impossible.

Only the butler could enter his study to clean, and this reliable, almost stubborn butler would never pull such a stunt.

"Then there is only one explanation left."

Rhine stared blankly at his own palms.

The power that had twisted the pen was real.

Magic?

Telekinesis?

Or something else entirely?

Is this a world that possesses supernatural powers?!

The butler's voice gradually faded away.

He realized that Rhine was lost in thought like never before, and the rule of this mansion was that when Rhine was thinking, no one was allowed to disturb him.

Otherwise, if one were to interrupt a flash of inspiration and stifle the next work capable of shining in the British and global literary scene, the eagerly awaiting fans would truly tear them apart.

At this moment, Rhine suddenly seemed to recall something.

"This year is 1991, such a familiar year..."

"When is my date of birth again? 1980."

He walked over to the bookshelf and pulled the 1980 newspapers from his neatly organized research materials.

The front pages of newspapers from all over the place were reporting all sorts of strange occurrences.

Some people swore they saw people in bizarre clothing gathering in the streets, while others claimed to have seen flying broomsticks.

Even more extreme, some were adamant they had seen a motorcycle flying in the sky.

Seeing this, a bolt of lightning seemed to strike through Rhine's mind.

He finally understood where he was; this was the world of Harry Potter!

He must have the talent of a wizard, and that force that twisted the pen was the manifestation of his accidental magic!

Just then, the clock struck midnight.

Rhine's eleventh birthday had officially arrived.

At that very moment, the sound of flapping wings came from outside the window.

Rhine's heart skipped a beat, and he gestured for the butler to open the window.

The next moment, amidst the butler's gasp of surprise, an owl flew into Rhine's study and dropped a strange letter onto his desk.

Looking at the envelope emblazoned with the crests of a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake, Butler Fland's face was filled with shock.

"Lord Rhine, is this letter... a prank from a reader?"

"We have already notified the post office to only accept mail from the institutional whitelist. Which lunatic reader thought of sending you a letter via owl?"

"Let me dispose of it."

Rhine, however, wore a solemn expression.

"That is enough, Fland. I know the origin of this letter. You go out first and close the door behind you."

Butler Fland hesitated for a moment before turning to leave, closing the study door.

Rhine took a deep breath and tore open the envelope, the contents on the parchment coming into view.

[Dear Mr. Rhine Snow,