Magic Power Outburst, Professor McGonagall Visits

Tom's expression gradually froze, and he let out a scoff.

"You really think you're the boss now?"

He stuffed the money tighter into his jacket, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Do you even know that out here on the streets, it's all about who has the hardest fists, you little brat?"

Lisa sneered along with him, the pitiful, fragile act she had put on just moments ago vanishing without a trace.

"Who do you think you are? We've already given you enough face by taking orders from a kid like you."

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The other youth was even more direct, spitting onto the ground.

"A little brat who hasn't even grown his first hairs yet, trying to play boss? I've wanted to beat you up for a long time."

Charlie watched them quietly, feeling utterly helpless inside.

As a minor living in an Orphanage, it was certainly not easy to survive in this rundown neighborhood.

But what other choice did he have?

The Orphanage had no money to send him to school, and he lacked education, background, and connections. Even if he wanted to rely on his foresight to trade stocks, he still needed initial capital.

And the only way he could think of to accumulate funds was to walk the crooked path.

He had racked his brains, dragging these few people into swearing blood oaths like the gangsters in Hong Kong films, pushing that whole "loyalty above all" routine.

He wanted to use that to unite everyone and establish his own little crew.

But now, it was clear he had been too naive.

His age of eleven was a fatal flaw. In the eyes of this group, he was just a clever kid who could come up with ideas—someone to be used and discarded.

Seeing that Charlie didn't speak, Tom assumed he was scared and became even more smug.

"Back then, you made us swear an oath: love your brothers or love the gold."

He weighed the bills in his arms and grinned viciously.

"My buddy, of course I love the brothers' gold even more."

The group burst into boisterous laughter, the sound echoing through the narrow alley.

That jarring laughter made Charlie's temples throb with pain.

The feeling of being played made him furious.

He tried hard to suppress the rage in his heart, but that familiar restless sensation had already begun to churn in his chest.

Seeing this, a flicker of malice flashed in Tom's eyes.

"What? Not convinced?"

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sturdy arms.

"Come on then, let big brother teach you what the rules of society really are."

As he spoke, he swung his fist, aiming it straight at Charlie's face.

In that very instant.

A wave of invisible energy erupted from Charlie's body.

It felt like a sudden gale, or the shockwave of an earthquake.

Tom's fist stopped in mid-air, and his entire body was shoved back by an unseen force, pinned firmly against the wall.

It wasn't just him; Lisa and the other youth were also pinned, unable to move a muscle.

They opened their mouths, wanting to scream, but no sound could escape their throats.

Their eyes were filled with terror and confusion.

What was happening?

This wasn't scientific!

Charlie stood up slowly, watching the three people pinned to the wall with an indifferent expression.

Ever since he had transmigrated, he discovered that whenever his emotions ran high, he would erupt with this kind of power.

Although he couldn't control it at will and didn't know the source of this strength, it had always protected him.

This was also the reason why he dared to come out and hustle for money at such a young age.

Charlie walked toward Tom, step by step.

"Pat."

"Pat."

The sound of his footsteps was exceptionally clear in the silent alley.

Tom wanted to struggle, but his body refused to obey him, leaving him to watch helplessly as Charlie approached.

He felt his bladder trembling.

Charlie reached out and effortlessly plucked all the banknotes from the three men's clenched fists.

"Wouldn't it have been better to just take your own share? Why insist on forcing yours onto me?"

"This really makes my temper flare."

He folded the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, he looked up and stared coldly at Tom.

"What was it you said just now?"

"That in this business, you live by your fists?"

A mocking curve tugged at the corners of Charlie's mouth.

"Well then, go ahead and try using your fists now."

Tom tried to speak, but after gaping for a long time, he could only emit a series of "uh-uh" sounds.

Suddenly, Lisa's trousers grew wet, and a warm stream trickled down her thigh onto the ground.

An acrid, pungent odor permeated the air.

Charlie frowned and took a step back.

"Disgusting."

He turned to leave; these three pieces of trash were no longer of any use, and he would have to find some new muscle.

His path to becoming a crime lord could not end like this.

Just then, a gentle yet slightly stern voice rang out from the entrance of the alley.

"Mr. White, would you please put these Muggles down?"

Charlie's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned around instinctively.

At the alley's entrance stood a woman in a pointed hat and strange emerald-green robes, wearing square spectacles, her expression serious but not unkind.

The wrinkles on her face were deep, making her look to be in her seventies or eighties.

Professor McGonagall felt a touch of surprise.

By Merlin's unwashed white stockings, this young Wizard's Magic Power surge is intense.

Generally speaking, the more frequent and powerful a Wizard's Magic Power surges, the greater their talent.

However, she could not allow him to do anything irrational.

Charlie grew inwardly wary at the sight of the stranger.

He had just used that mysterious power, and now a mysterious person appeared—this was far too coincidental.

Could she be some kind of government agent, here specifically to capture an esper like him and slice him up for research?

Charlie's brain raced, weighing his options, and he decided to engage in conversation first.

"Muggles?" Charlie narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Professor McGonagall flicked her Wand gently, and Tom and his two companions instantly slid off the wall, collapsing limply onto the ground.

Their eyes became dull and vacant, like puppets with their strings cut.

Charlie gasped, shocked by the sight.

Was she killing witnesses?

"I merely had them forget everything they just saw," Professor McGonagall explained in a gentle tone, putting away her Wand.

"You need not worry; I am not here to harm you."

Charlie remained noncommittal.

Regardless of her intentions, it seemed he had no room to resist.

This display was clearly something his half-baked powers could not handle.

Professor McGonagall smoothed her robes.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Minerva McGonagall, Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Hogwarts?

Charlie's heart skipped a beat.

Although he had never read Harry Potter, as a modern man in his past life, these terms were like thunder in his ears.

Voldemort, Dumbledore, Hogwarts...

These keywords had appeared countless times on the internet.

Was this the world of Harry Potter?

Seeing the look of shock on Charlie's face, Professor McGonagall's mouth curled up involuntarily.

She loved seeing the expressions of these young Wizards when they first learned of the magical world; it was one of her greatest joys.

That was why, every year when new students were enrolled, she would petition Dumbledore to be the one to fetch the Muggle-born Wizards.

Charlie pressed on, "You mentioned magic just now, right?"

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"That's correct. Magic. The power you displayed just now is a manifestation of Magic Power." Her tone softened.

"Mr. White, you are a Wizard."

A Wizard!

Charlie felt an uncontrollable surge of excitement.

In his past life, he had prayed to the heavens countless times for a superpower—the Twelve Talismans, a Devil Fruit, secret cultivation techniques, ninjutsu, or taijutsu, anything would have sufficed.

As long as he could have superpowers, he would have gladly traded being a billionaire for it.

Yet, the heavens had ignored him completely, even giving him a couple of kicks for good measure.

He never expected that after transmigrating, the opportunity would be placed right in front of him!

So that force within his body was actually Magic Power?

Professor McGonagall smiled slightly and pulled a thick piece of parchment from her pocket.

The envelope was inscribed with emerald green ink:

For Mr. Charlie White, The third dormitory from the left on the second floor, Bethnal Green Road Orphanage, East End, London.

"This is your Hogwarts Acceptance Letter." Professor McGonagall handed over the envelope.

"You are eleven years old this year, the age for enrollment."

Charlie took the envelope; the texture of the parchment was unique, feeling ancient and heavy to the touch.

He tore open the envelope, and the contents made his eyes widen:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Dear Mr. White, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

Below the letter was a long list of required items, such as a Wand, a Cauldron, an Owl, and the like.

Looking at these familiar yet surreal terms, Charlie was completely convinced.

This really was the world of Harry Potter.

"Well, are you willing to come to Hogwarts with me?" Professor McGonagall asked gently.

Charlie didn't even hesitate before nodding: "Of course I am!"

Are you kidding? Magic! Who wouldn't want to learn magic?

Some gang leader? I don't know him.

If you can use magic, who would still want to be a street thug?