Hogwarts

Because Anduin realized that the change in weight didn't actually make him feel very fatigued, and as someone who trained his body regularly, he knew this wasn't a good sign—just like when building muscle, if you can't feel the tearing or strain, it means the training hasn't been effective.

So Anduin quickly adjusted his training, no longer chasing after weight alone. He started doing delayed training, using his "mind power" to keep objects floating in the air for as long as possible.

This actually worked. At first, if he pushed past five minutes, he'd start feeling dizzy and lightheaded. He didn't dare overload himself before fully understanding this ability, so he always stopped at the limit.

But after resting for a day and finding no mental side effects, he felt reassured and began training every night in his spare time. Over months and years of accumulation, the time Anduin could sustain grew longer and longer.

After more than a year of practice, Anduin could now keep an object floating for nearly forty minutes.

Anduin controlled the dumbbell floating in the air, making it spin and circle around him like a planet orbiting the sun, constantly changing its flight path—sometimes tracing a figure-eight, sometimes swooping up and down.

After a while, Anduin's mind felt a bit tired. He knew it was about time to stop, so he guided the dumbbell back into place and stretched slightly. "It's getting easier and easier to control. I wonder when I'll be able to fly on a sword like in those novels."

Little did Anduin know, while he was lost in idle thoughts, somewhere in northern England, a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was sending out owls bearing admission letters, and one of them was heading straight for the Allens Church Welfare Institute in London.

The next morning at six o'clock, when most people in the orphanage were still asleep, Anduin opened his window, took a deep breath, changed clothes, and strolled leisurely into the orphanage yard. After a bit of stretching, he ran through a set of Tongbei Quan in the yard.

"Hah..." Anduin let out a refreshing long breath, covered in a light sweat. Stretching as he went, he headed toward the dining hall as usual.

"Good morning, Mother Tries. I could smell that pumpkin porridge from all the way over here," Anduin said with a smile, greeting the welfare home's nun who was preparing breakfast.

"Good morning, Anduin. Done with your exercise? You get up so early every day. If the other children were even half as sensible as you, my life would be much easier," the elderly Sister Tries said with a smile as she handed Anduin a bowl of porridge.

Anduin took the breakfast with a grin and didn't reply. He didn't dare to—if the soul in this body weren't that of an adult, he might be even harder to manage than the others.

After finishing breakfast quickly and thanking Mother Tries, Anduin headed back to his room.

As soon as he stepped inside, Anduin sensed something was off. A brown owl was unloading cargo on his desk—not dropping droppings, but expertly removing a letter from its leg and placing it on the table, then flying over to the windowsill to stare silently at Anduin.

Anduin felt the scene was a bit off-kilter. He closed the door behind him, walked straight to the desk, and picked up the envelope. There was no stamp. In the middle of the envelope, written in emerald green ink, was a line:

Shaftsbury Avenue, Allens Church Welfare Institute, Mr. Anduin Wilson

Anduin flipped the envelope over and saw a shield crest on the back. At the center of the shield was a large letter "H," and in the four corners were a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

"Why would someone suddenly send me such a strange letter?" Anduin pulled out the letter and read it.

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Head of the Wizarding Association, Order of Merlin, First Class)

Dear Mr. Wilson, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

First-year students will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar material)...

"Ah? Is this the world of Harry Potter?" Anduin stared at the letter in disbelief. He had never imagined he'd end up in a magical world—even when he awakened his magical power, he just thought it was some kind of "special ability."

After discovering this shocking truth, Anduin couldn't help but worry. In his previous life, he had never even watched Harry Potter!

"And that's not right," Anduin thought. After crossing over—or being reborn—his memories of his past life were a bit fuzzy, and he had barely watched any Harry Potter movies or read the books. He had very little impression of the IP, but he vaguely remembered a friend mentioning that it took place after the 1990s.

But the time Anduin was in right now was 1980!

Anduin racked his brain, carefully recalling his past life memories. All he could remember was that Harry Potter had names like "Dumbledore, Harry Potter, Voldemort." He knew the magical world existed—just people waving little sticks and going "pew pew pew"—but he knew almost nothing about the actual plot. Not that it mattered anymore, because it seemed he wasn't even from the same era as the movie storyline!

"Great. I thought I had a special ability, but it turns out everyone around me is a superhuman." Anduin was speechless to discover that what he had always believed was "mind power" was actually "magic." Still, with an adult soul, he took a few deep breaths and quickly calmed down.

After reading the letter thoroughly, Anduin rubbed his chin and glanced at the owl on the windowsill. "You're waiting for my reply, aren't you? Sorry, I've never kept a pet before, so I don't have anything good to offer you."

The owl on the windowsill stared back at Anduin with dead fish eyes, silently watching him.

"Alright, I'll write my reply now." Anduin shrugged, picked up the paper and pen on the desk, and began composing his response. In a very sincere tone, he expressed his eagerness to attend Hogwarts but regretfully noted that he had never been exposed to the magical world and was an orphan, asking if they could provide him with some assistance.