"Headmaster Dumbledore, this is this year's list of incoming first-year students."
"Thanks for the effort, Professor McGonagall," said the tall old man with snow-white hair.
"Harry is also on the list of first-year students this year..."
"Rest assured, Professor McGonagall, I have asked Hagrid, and he will go to fetch Harry. Care for a Cockroach Cluster?"
Professor McGonagall shook her head and turned to leave the Headmaster's Office.
"Wait, Professor McGonagall..."
Dumbledore called McGonagall to a halt, picked up the first-year student list, and said somewhat hesitatingly, "I shall go personally for this child..."
1991, London, Britain.
Inside the Elizabeth Orphanage on Winstanley Road, a boy frowned as he sat on a chair in the courtyard.
Jerry Green was in a rather bad mood, the reason being that John, another child in the same orphanage, relied on his older age and always wanted to make trouble for him.
"Hmph, here they come again~" Jerry gave a cold smile as he watched the tall figure approaching him, then got up and went to the small woods behind the orphanage.
"Hey, kid, is this the beating place you chose? Or do you see nobody is here and plan to kneel and beg me for mercy?" After saying that, he laughed loudly.
Jerry did not converse with him either, took out a bamboo strip hidden behind his back, and taking advantage of the moment before John reacted, lashed out fiercely against his right leg.
"Ah, fuck~" Obviously, he had not expected that the gentle-mannered Jerry would launch a sneak attack, and such a vicious one at that.
John held his right leg with both hands in pain, wailing on the ground.
Very well, that way he won't be able to run away later, Jerry looked at him with icy eyes.
"Fuck, what do you want to do?" At this moment, John looked at Jerry beside him, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.
"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you, I just want to reason with you." After saying that, he revealed a warm smile, then squatted down, and slap, struck a heavy blow across John's face.
John looked at Jerry, who was smiling at him on the one hand and hitting him on the other, and was so frightened that he lowered his head, not daring to say a single word, feeling somewhat regretful for provoking him.
Jerry grabbed John by the hair and yanked him backward, making him raise his head to look at himself, and asked, "I'm very curious, there are so many people in the orphanage, why do you specifically make trouble for me?"
"I, I was just boasting to others, saying that I am the boss and can bully anyone else at will."
Hearing these words, Jerry knew he was lying, so he let go of him first and stood up.
Just as John thought he had escaped disaster, a foot stepped fiercely onto the back of his right hand.
"My patience is limited, you better think it through before you answer."
"Ah, everything I said is true, please believe me!"
The strength in Jerry's foot increased by a few points, and he twisted it back and forth over the back of John's hand, causing John's face to turn pale with pain.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, I just can't stand the sight of you and wanted to give you a lesson."
True words or false words were not important to Jerry; the fact that John was afraid of him was very important.
Jerry looked at the suffering John and asked, "Then is this lesson for today okay?" His voice was so warm and kind.
"Jerry, I was wrong, I beg you to let me go."
Looking at John's expression, Jerry knew his purpose had been achieved; John was afraid. There was no help for it—in a place like an orphanage, if a person wasn't ruthless, they couldn't stand firm!
Of course Jerry would forgive him; after all, he was still just a child!!
He released his foot from where it had been treading on John's right hand, and then kicked him fiercely in the stomach.
"Aow aow..." John curled up on the ground in agony.
He raised his foot and rubbed it against John's clothes, wiping away the bloodstains on the soles of his shoes, and then smiled as he said goodbye to John.
What Jerry did not know was that a very old-looking man with a full head of white hair was standing in the corner, watching everything.
"Jerry, you're not hurt, are you? I heard that John followed you into the small woods?"
As Jerry had just emerged from the small woods, a beautiful young girl ran over to Jerry with a slightly worried expression.
Although the question the young girl asked was somewhat strange, Jerry still politely answered her.
"I'm fine, I just reasoned with some things with John, and now he already understands that he was wrong."
Looking at Jerry before her—with a head of brilliant blond hair, an extremely handsome face, and elegant manners—the young girl flushed slightly and said, "Jerry, you truly are a gentleman."
After bidding farewell to the reluctant girl, Jerry returned to the four-person dormitory.
Jerry Green was a transmigration traveler who had transmigrated to this world a year ago.
Before transmigrating, he was a college student about to graduate, and then woke up from a sleep to become a ten-year-old orphan.
However, he quickly accepted reality: in his past life he was an orphan, and now he was still an orphan, yet he was also more than a dozen years younger, so thinking about it he even felt he had profited.
After spending a good half a year confirming that he had no golden finger, he began to consider his future.
The first thing that came to mind was definitely making money, and the only thing he could think of right now was the 2002 FIFA World Cup, but that was still more than a decade away.
Jerry had studied science in his past life, and wanted to publish some theories in advance, but without money or channels, that wasn't realistic either. After all, starting out as an orphan, having barely studied books for a few days, how could he possibly know those theories? He would probably be hauled away for vivisection and study.
Later, he had also considered other ways to make money, such as songs, screenplays, and novels. After all, he was so handsome that making it in the Western entertainment industry should be a piece of cake.
Jerry thought it over and realized that wouldn't work. He knew very few English songs, and he could only remember the general plots of screenplays and novels. Writing them out would probably be a stretch.
Jerry classified his entertainment-industry plan as a backup.
For now, Jerry could only wait until he was a few years older. He'd set himself a small goal: become one of the world's top scientists, publish those theories ahead of time, and make everyone else live in his shadow. I am Jay Sharlow Ray.
"Hoo~ hoo~" An owl suddenly flew in through the window, dropped a letter onto Jerry's head, then perched on the table and stared at him without moving.
Puzzled, Jerry picked up the letter, which was sealed with wax. It was quite thick, and there was a familiar emblem on the front of the envelope. Beneath it, a line of text read: Do Not Disturb the Dragon.
Jerry froze for a moment, then slapped his forehead as it all came back to him. 1991, London, an owl—he'd been transported to the world of Harry Potter.
WTF~
Jerry was excited and nervous, expectant and apprehensive.
He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. The first page bore several lines of elegant handwriting:
Hogwarts School
Headmaster: Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, President of the International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Green,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment. The term begins on September 1. Please let us know by return post by July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
The remaining pages introduced Hogwarts School and listed the books and equipment required for enrollment.
After replying to the letter and giving the owl some nuts, Jerry heard an electronic voice in his mind.
Ding. System activated.
Holding the acceptance letter, Jerry was just about to go find the Orphanage Matron when he stiffened and froze in place. His long-delayed cheat had finally arrived.