Chat Group Established

Flender looked at the Chat Group that had finally unlocked, his face filled with emotion.

Finally. It hadn't been easy. The legendary Golden Finger had finally arrived!

Like the protagonists in countless novels, Flender now possessed the knowledge and soul of an ordinary twenty-first-century Chinese person. Rather than transmigrating or being reborn, though, it was more like he had awakened the memories of a past life—experiencing modern society firsthand, from birth until an accidental death.

What Flender remembered most vividly was, naturally, compulsory education.

It was hard to imagine a country where nearly every child had the opportunity to learn—not only reading and writing, but even science and politics.

With the help of that knowledge, Flender finally had a goal for the future of his heart's desire.

He wanted to establish an academy where everyone in this world could study, whether noble or commoner, regardless of gender—even regardless of species!

This wish was incomparably vast, enough to make anyone shrink back in fear, but Flender had already resolved to devote his entire life to it.

Aside from seeing that very real possibility, Flender also had another reason: his Golden Finger.

Chat Groups were hardly unfamiliar to someone like Flender. In the novels he remembered reading, they were an evergreen genre.

Before the Chat Group opened, Flender had almost no cheat abilities to benefit from. Now, he was about to have one.

The Chat Group interface looked quite ordinary, much like the online chat software from his past life. However, the names listed on it gave Flender pause.

Cat-Eagle Eager to Educate was probably him. As for the others, Pallet Town Champion Turned Professor was already obvious, and Old Bee Who Isn't Afraid of Cavities from Eating Candy had distinctive traits as well.

Fading Navy Veteran was impossible to identify for now. Eldest Disciple Naughty Second Disciple Filial was also far too broad a description to pin down.

The Chat Group had been open for three minutes already, yet no one had spoken. After thinking for two or three seconds, Flender decided to take the first step.

He changed his name to his real one, abiding by the principle of using one's real name online, and sent a message:

[Flender: @Everyone, hello, and welcome to this Chat Group.

I am Flender, from a world where everyone possesses a Martial Soul. You could say that I initiated this Chat Group and pulled all of you into it.

I sincerely hope that everyone from the myriad worlds can actively chat, exchange information and resources from your respective worlds, and complement one another.

Of course, if I have disturbed any of you, I am deeply sorry. Click the upper-left corner to leave the group.]

Flender had no ulterior motives. Sincerity was the ultimate weapon.

Besides, according to the information provided by his Golden Finger, those pulled into the group could not simply cross the screen and come to his location. There was nothing to fear; he could just treat it like online chatting in his past life.

Immediately after Flender sent his message, someone replied.

[Old Bee Who Isn't Afraid of Cavities from Eating Candy: Another world, an invitation to the myriad worlds... Mr. Flender, your words are truly terrifying~]

In the world of Harry Potter, Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

The 109-year-old Dumbledore gazed at the translucent screen before him with great interest. He wore snow-white pajamas beneath a loose purple robe embroidered with gold.

He appeared ready for bed, but there were still traces of sugar at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, Hogwarts' greatest headmaster had suffered another midnight sugar craving.

But Dumbledore had temporarily found something even more interesting than candy—a connection to other worlds.

[Pallet Town Champion Turned Professor: Another world... It has been a long time since I last heard such a topic.

Mr. Flender, is the Martial Soul you mentioned a creature capable of displaying all sorts of wondrous abilities? Though perhaps it is not limited to creatures—stones, teacups, and so on could also be possible.]

Pokémon World, Pallet Town, Oak Research Lab.

Samuel Oak, who had been studying the Pokédex late into the night, stared intently at the translucent screen that had appeared before him.

"Another world?" Professor Oak murmured inwardly as fragments of memory resurfaced.

At that moment, Professor Oak recalled his old adventure—the encounter that had crossed through time and space. To him now, that had been another world.

And the appearance of such a miraculous object before him plunged Professor Oak into deep thought.

"Words can appear merely by imagining them, and then imagining oneself communicating through those words sends them out. This is truly amazing."

[Flender: @Pallet Town Champion Turned Professor, no, a Martial Soul is not a creature. You can understand it as a special kind of superpower. It can take the form of all sorts of objects, animals, or even human organs.

However, this ability depends on talent. Some can use it to soar through the skies and burrow into the earth, overturn rivers and seas, while others can only remain obscure for their entire lives.]

Seeing that message, Flender became even more certain of the man's identity. He was probably Professor Samuel Oak, the original superhuman from Pallet Town.

[Old Bee Who Isn't Afraid of Cavities from Eating Candy: @Flender, it seems the Martial Souls of your world are somewhat similar to what we have here.

Both the abilities and the matter of talent are extremely alike!]

Dumbledore sighed. Summoning objects, transforming into creatures, and some people possessing unusual organs.

Could it be that magic in another world was called Martial Soul?

[Flender: This... should still be different.

May I presumptuously ask whether you are the legendary Headmaster Dumbledore of the Wizarding World?]

Flender believed there were still considerable differences between Martial Souls and magic.

Furthermore, in terms of daily life and convenience, Flender felt that magic might have the advantage.

After all, magic there was relatively dependent on will, and becoming stronger was not restricted by Spirit Rings.

[Dumbledore: @Flender, yes. If there is no other person named Dumbledore in the Wizarding World who also happens to be a headmaster, then I believe I am the Dumbledore you speak of.

What, has my reputation already spread to another world?]

Dumbledore instinctively changed his name back to his real one. When he entered the Chat Group, the methods for controlling such information had already been imprinted in his mind.

At the same time, the amusement in his light-blue eyes deepened, along with countless thoughts.

He had never seen the words in this Chat Group before, yet they posed no obstacle to reading or communication.

And if people in other worlds knew his name, through what channel had they learned it?

It was a terrifying question to ponder...

[Flender: @Dumbledore, well, it is not that my world possesses information about you, but rather another world does.

Simply put, in that world, you are like Merlin—a figure with stories that were later recorded into books for others to read.]

"Stories?"

Dumbledore fell into thought. As the most famous legend of the current Wizarding World, he had countless little stories associated with him.

Dumbledore knew that very well, and he usually welcomed it. For example, his place on the Chocolate Frog cards was one of his favorites.

But in another world, there were actually stories about him?

Was it a future world recording the past, or, like the animations of Muggle society, were his stories fabricated by people?

Dumbledore was immensely interested. His eventful life allowed him to retain the pure curiosity of a child even in the face of something that would make ordinary people question whether they were real or false.

[Dumbledore: @Flender, so you know my story?]

[Flender: Mm, more or less. But whether it is truly your story, old sir, is uncertain.

As you know, every story has its own limitations, while reality is vast.]

As he spoke, Flender moved his mind and, following the information given by his Golden Finger, sent out his memories of Harry Potter, including both the novels and the films.

[Ding! Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and the Harry Potter series have been released. They match member Dumbledore's worldview. The Chat Group has automatically completed them and converted them into genuine trajectories of fate. Only member Dumbledore may view them.]

For now, only Dumbledore himself could choose to view these stories. After all, they concerned his privacy. Although Flender had sent them from his own memories, it would be inappropriate for anyone else to view them without permission.

After all, those stories contained many of Dumbledore's unknown secrets, such as... that unmentionable summer.

In the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore looked at the notification before him, and an indescribable glimmer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them... Newt?

Harry Potter!?