A Terrible Transmigration

Su Xinghe felt as if he had just had a very long dream. Countless scenes and figures flashed through his mind at high speed, accompanied by an endless stream of names, making his head feel as though it were about to explode!

Suddenly, a single word streaked across his mind, allowing Su Xinghe's brain to regain a sliver of clarity. That word was—Hogwarts!

When Su Xinghe opened his hazy eyes, he saw a tall man standing before him, holding a "chopstick" in his hand, looking him over with a sneer.

Seeing Su Xinghe wake up, the man waved the "chopstick" in his hand and said nonchalantly:

"It is truly worthy of having the same surname as that man. To regain consciousness so quickly after suffering a hit of my Cruciatus Curse—it is truly impressive!"

At this moment, as his consciousness gradually returned, Su Xinghe finally saw clearly that what the man was holding was no "chopstick," but the very wand he had seen in movies during his past life!

He remembered when he was very young, a classmate had told him mysteriously that he wanted to show him something good!

But when he had rushed over in excitement, it wasn't the Japanese content he had expected, but an English version of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone!

Yet, he was soon captivated by the plot. Women? They would only slow down the speed at which he could wave his wand! Back then, a wand was the thing he wanted most in the world.

Now, he was only 0.01 centimeters away from the wand he had dreamed of—which should have been a joyous occasion, were it not for the fact that the wand's owner was currently pointing it directly at him.

Su Xinghe braced himself and quickly scanned his surroundings. Behind this man stood several others, who seemed to be searching for something in the room.

On the floor not far from him lay an ugly creature with bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls. Su Xinghe recognized it instantly; it was the house-elf described in the Harry Potter books.

Su Xinghe only remembered that a short while ago, he had been with friends to watch the premiere of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, hailed as a prequel to Harry Potter. The moment the cinema lights dimmed, he felt a wave of dizziness, and then he arrived here.

At the same time, large chunks of memory flooded into Su Xinghe's brain. Enduring the pain, he finally understood that the house-elf before him was named Libby, and she was his own house-elf.

After his parents died in a car accident years ago, it was thanks to Libby's care that he hadn't ended up on the streets. But now, she lay on the floor nearby, motionless, clearly having been dead for some time.

"Hey, you brat, did you hear what I said! Where is the Prophecy Skull? Hand over the Prophecy Skull, and I might give you a quick death!"

The man in front of Su Xinghe waved his wand, gesturing in front of his face, and asked with growing impatience.

At this, Su Xinghe finally realized the truth: he had transmigrated. It was just that his luck was clearly terrible—he had completed a disastrous transmigration at a terrible time and in a terrible place!

"Smack!"

Perhaps because he hadn't received the answer he wanted immediately, the man in front of Su Xinghe slapped him across the face, leaving a stinging, burning mark.

"I'll ask you one last time: where is the Prophecy Skull? If you don't tell me, I'll let you taste the Cruciatus Curse again. You've already tasted it once, haven't you? It's quite a sensation, isn't it!"

Su Xinghe wanted to tell him that he hadn't tasted the Cruciatus Curse at all, because the one who had truly tasted it—the original owner of this body—had clearly kicked the bucket. But before Su Xinghe could react, someone suddenly appeared beside him!

"Just now, I believe I saw you slap him?"

To the astonishment of Su Xinghe and the man, an elegant old lady appeared out of thin air. She wore a tilted hat with a wisp of silver-white curly hair peeking out from beneath it. Though her face was lined with wrinkles, her eyes remained sharp and spirited, and she was dressed in noble formal attire.

The sudden appearance of the old lady shocked the man in front of Su Xinghe, who hurriedly raised his wand, preparing to point it at the newcomer.

"Expelliarmus!"

But before his hand could even finish rising, the old lady beside Su Xinghe had already raised her wand first, effortlessly disarming the man.

At the same time, the old lady pointed her wand at the man's companions behind him and said calmly:

"Don't move! You are surrounded! This boy is special, so I will spare his life, but if any of you move, I will use my favorite curse on you!"

"Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rosier, Vinda Rosier, from the Acolytes!"

Su Xinghe stared blankly at everything unfolding before him, his heart filled with shock. The magic that had appeared in his dreams countless times was now manifesting so realistically before his eyes that he found it hard to accept.

"What's wrong, Wentworth? Don't you recognize me? Wentworth? Wentworth!"

Vinda Rosier's voice pulled Su Xinghe from his shock. Su Xinghe then remembered that the name of this body was Wentworth.

Turning his head toward Rosier, Su Xinghe recalled that in the memories of this body, the elegant old lady holding the wand had apparently been running a clothing store nearby for many years, though she had moved away not long ago.

"Rosier... Grandma?"

Su Xinghe—no, it should be Wentworth now—called out tentatively.

Seeing the bright red handprint on Wentworth's face, a flash of fury crossed Rosier's eyes, but she spoke to him in a gentle tone:

"Wentworth, it's alright now. Don't worry!"

Having said that, Rosier turned to look at the man in front of Su Xinghe and said sternly:

"Since you were able to find this place, you must know this child's identity. How dare you!"

Though the man felt a flicker of fear under Rosier's wand, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Old hag, I advise you to put down your wand. Do you really think you can handle all of us by yourself?!"

After the man finished speaking, his companions behind him exchanged glances and slowly raised their wands in unison.

Just then, Rosier suddenly laughed. Her laughter left the men on the opposite side feeling confused.

"Although I don't know which faction you belong to, it is clear that your teachers and predecessors didn't tell you our story! Otherwise, you would have attacked immediately or chosen to Apparate away at the first opportunity. Now, it is too late!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by several cracks in the air, more figures appeared out of thin air within the room. Although most of these figures had graying hair, their eyes remained sharp, and their hands, gripping their wands, were as steady as ever.

The sudden appearance of these figures clearly startled the men, who hurriedly tried to raise their wands, but were met with:

"Avada Kedavra!"

Following several flashes of green light, only the man who had been disarmed by Rosier remained alive, while his companions lay on the floor one by one, their faces drained of color.

"Did you not know that the magic we excel at is the Dark Arts?"