Adding Points Halfway Through, and You Tell Me This Is the Harry Potter World?

"In his first year, he won the gold medal in Britain's elementary school math competition, with a perfect score unprecedented in history."

"By his second year, he had swept the gold medals in every subject in the middle school division, crushing Britain's finest secondary school students."

"Starting from his third year, he even displayed extraordinary talent in athletics—table tennis, tennis, fencing..."

"Charle Evans, Muggles all agreed that you were the most gifted student in Britain. They said you would definitely win some sort of bomb prize in the future."

"In other words, you were the Muggle World's young Albus Dumbledore, right?"

"Then your brain must be as valuable as Albus Dumbledore's. Such precious research material!"

In a dim basement, a mad old man in black robes stared at the boy tied to a chair with feverish eyes, as though he were gazing upon some priceless treasure.

The boy called Charle Evans, meanwhile, sat there blankly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Just as the old man in black robes had said, Charle truly was a genius student renowned throughout Britain.

He had only just finished giving a speech at his school graduation ceremony and was on his way back to the apartment where he lived alone when this old man in black robes sprang out, clutching a wooden stick.

At the time, Charle had not paid much attention to him. He had only assumed that perhaps some holiday had arrived and this old man was out on the streets playing cosplay.

Until the next moment, when the old man in black robes waved that wooden stick, everyone on the entire street seemed to have been placed under some spell and walked straight around where Charle stood.

Only then did Charle realize in astonishment.

The old man in black robes was not playing cosplay. He really was a wizard!

The next second, Charle lost consciousness after the old man waved his wand. When he woke up, he was tied to a chair in this dim basement.

Now, hearing the old man ramble on about Muggles and mention a familiar name—Albus Dumbledore—Charle truly felt like he had stepped in dog shit.

"Fuck, I thought this was just a parallel world set in the 1990s."

"Damn system, why didn't you tell me this was the Wizarding World?!"

That was right. Charle was a transmigrator.

In his previous life, Charle had been an ordinary office worker. Other than enjoying TV dramas and movies, he had no particular hobbies.

Then one day, a "Transmigration Device" crossed half the street, smashed through the wall of Charle's home, and killed him on the spot, sending him to 1990s Britain.

At first, Charle had worried somewhat about making a living in the future.

After all, like the vast majority of transmigrators, he was an orphan in this life with no relatives, and he had grown up in an orphanage.

And in Britain, people did not care about whether princes and generals were born to greatness, nor was there any compulsory education.

If he wanted to attend university, the tuition fees were no joke.

Many of the skills Charle had possessed in his previous life were useless in this foreign land and era.

Living a respectable life truly would not be easy.

That was until a ding sounded in Charle's mind, and something called the Infinite Evolution System bound itself to him, finally allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

As its name implied, the system's function was infinite evolution. Any knowledge Charle learned could be evolved through the system to a higher level.

For instance, after learning first-year mathematics, he could use the system to evolve and master more derived mathematical knowledge, even using it as a foundation to evolve the contents of advanced mathematics.

Even certain theories of sports could be evolved. For example, the basic theories of table tennis—placement, spin, speed, variations, and so on—could be evolved into advanced techniques such as double-sided looping, reverse penhold backhands, and backhand banana flicks.

Moreover, aside from being unable to directly improve his physical condition, Charle could perfectly master every technique produced through evolution.

It was precisely through the Infinite Evolution System that Charle had gradually risen from an orphanage orphan to a young genius who had caused a sensation across Britain.

Charle had thought that the course of his fate in this life would be to use the system to become a pioneer expanding the boundaries of human civilization, leading humanity from Earth into the boundless stars.

Yet now, he discovered that fate had played a fucking huge joke on him.

He had spent ten years putting points into science, only to find that the world itself was not scientific at all. This was the Harry Potter world?!

The magic in this world had absolutely nothing to do with science.

The Accio spell could summon distant objects out of thin air, Apparition could cross space, and there were freakish things like the Time-Turner that involved time...

What kind of science could accomplish that?

If the Trisolarans could Apparate, why the hell would they fear Earth's technological explosion?

Charle felt like crying, but no tears came.

Was there anything more fucked up than spending ten years investing in science in the Wizarding World?

Oh, right. There was—being attacked and kidnapped in broad daylight by a deranged old wizard.

From the looks of it, he seemed very interested in Charle's brain?

Once Charle realized his circumstances, he temporarily could not spare any thought for the collapse of his worldview. His attention returned to reality.

The old wizard in black robes was staring at Charle with a puzzled expression.

"Say, are you really about as smart as Dumbledore?"

"Why do you look so blank? You don't seem very smart."

"If that's the case, then you have no value to me."

Charle forced out a difficult smile.

"Sir Wizard, I think whether someone is intelligent cannot be judged from their appearance."

"Or rather, the smarter someone is, the less intelligent they may appear. They might even seem a little crazy."

"That Albus Dumbledore you mentioned—if he really is as smart as you say, I'd wager that he must look utterly mad, with plenty of strange quirks. For example, he probably especially likes eating bizarrely shaped things..."

At those words, the old wizard in black robes froze for a moment. Then his eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.

"What you said actually makes a bit of sense."

Then he looked at Charle and asked.

"Then what do you think of me?"

Charle replied smoothly.

"I think you look a little crazier than Dumbledore. But you must understand that geniuses always seem mad in the eyes of ordinary people. How can mortals comprehend geniuses?"

"So the crazier someone appears to ordinary people, the greater a genius he must be."

"In conclusion, you should be a little more gifted than Dumbledore, and vastly beyond me."

"I, Charle Evans, am merely an ordinary man born in an age without you. If you wish to conduct research on a brain, I sincerely believe that only your genius mind is worthy of such a task."

"Am I worthy? Worthy my ass!"

The old wizard in black robes wore an intoxicated expression.

"Yes, you're right. You're absolutely right."

"Charle Evans, though you're a Muggle, your insight far surpasses those old fossils of the Order of Merlin!"

"Those stubborn old fools actually mocked my genius concept as the ravings of a madman. I'll prove to them that my concept is the most brilliant design in history."

"Tracing the origin of magic, the sublimation of the soul, the magic of the Remote Era..."

The old wizard in black robes seemed to have sunk into self-indulgence, as if his madness had flared up. He kept muttering a string of awkward terms.

Then his gaze turned toward Charle.

"Charle, you possess the lofty insight to recognize my talent. I, Darke, acknowledge you. Among all mortals besides myself, your mind, Charle, is the strongest!"

"Though there is no second me in this world for me to study, your brain must be stronger than those seventy-three idiots before you, with greater potential for sublimation."

The next moment, the old wizard in black robes took out a bubbling green potion that resembled fel energy and forced it toward Charle's mouth.

"Come, drink this bottle of Sublimation Potion. Noble evolution awaits you!"