In the subspace on Baker Street, Allen stared in utter bewilderment at the stream of messages scrolling before him.
["Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" has caused a major stir in the Wizarding World.] [The original plotline has deviated significantly. The system is calculating additional rewards. Please wait...]
"Huh?"
"Huh??"
"Huh???"
"Wait, system, what are you talking about?!"
[The original plotline has deviated. Calculating additional rewards for the host...]
"No, no, you said this book caused a huge stir in the Wizarding World-"
"So the Wizarding World actually exists???"
[Correct.]
Allen abruptly sat up in bed.
"Wait, wait, wait-" His eyes widened. "You mean there really are wizards in this world? Hogwarts? Voldemort?!"
[Yes.]
"Didn't I transmigrate into an ordinary parallel world?!"
[The system never said this was an ordinary world.]
Allen opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.
"But..." He struggled to put his thoughts into words. "When I transmigrated here, didn't you say this was London in 1991?"
[Correct. It is indeed 1991, and the host is indeed in London.]
"Then what about the Wizarding World? Why didn't you tell me it actually existed?!"
[The host never asked.]
But you never told me, either?
No normal person who had lived in a normal world would imagine they had transmigrated into the world of "Harry Potter."
He had thought this was just a parallel version of his original world.
He had never imagined-
This was the fucking world of "Harry Potter"!!
"So..." Allen's voice sounded a little shaky. "Those books I wrote have spread through the Wizarding World?"
[Yes. According to the system's monitoring, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" has sparked widespread discussion in the Wizarding World.] [The Ministry of Magic has placed the book on its list of banned books, but smuggling channels remain active.] [Furthermore, due to unforeseen circumstances, approximately sixty percent of wizarding families have now read the complete version, while approximately ninety-five percent have read the first half.]
"Ninety-five percent?!" Allen swallowed. "Doesn't that mean... practically the entire Wizarding World knows I wrote this book?!"
[To be precise, they know that an author named Allen Vane wrote this book. However, they do not know your true identity or location.]
Allen breathed a sigh of relief, only to tense up again immediately afterward.
"Wait, didn't you say before that no one could find the subspace, including wizards?"
He remembered what the system had told him before. He had thought there were no wizards in this world, so that extra remark from the system had seemed completely unnecessary.
He hadn't expected that the system had already been indicating back then that this world had wizards.
[The subspace where the host resides cannot be located by any magical means. Please rest assured.]
"That's good..." Allen patted his chest. "I don't want the Ministry of Magic hauling me off to Azkaban."
Although he had the system, he was still too weak at present. Any ordinary Auror could probably come along and smash him.
[Significant emotional fluctuations detected in the host. Would you like to view the current reward results?]
"What did I get?" Allen asked curiously.
Judging by the system's messages just now, his book had clearly caused an enormous uproar in the Wizarding World.
His rewards had to be pretty good, then, right?
[Congratulations! The host has received: one draw from the limited prize pool "Part One: The Philosopher's Stone."] [The host will randomly draw one ability that a major character from Part One excels at.] [Congratulations! The host has received: Limited Character Card ×1.] [Limited Character Card (Quirrell): Grants the full strength of Quirrell at his peak for five minutes upon use. Uses remaining: 2/2.] [Congratulations! The host has received: magic power enhancement (third tier).]
In an instant, the magic power within Allen began to surge.
Strange fluctuations surrounded him, and the silvery-white light along Jianmu's shaft suddenly flared, lighting the entire room as brightly as day.
The next moment, he felt the total amount of magic power within him increase abruptly.
If his previous magic reserves had been a small pond, they were now roughly equivalent to a lake.
[Magic power level increased: second tier → third tier.]
Allen looked thoroughly at ease, feeling refreshed and clearheaded.
"A Quirrell character card? I remember he wasn't weak, right?"
[Quirinus Quirrell: an outstanding Ravenclaw graduate with extensive knowledge, twelve O.W.L. certificates, a mastery of Defence Against the Dark Arts theory, and a proficiency in Nonverbal Spellcasting.] [Former Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts. Possessed a strong thirst for knowledge and travelled overseas to explore foreign magic. Shy and sensitive in temperament, with a craving for fame.]
"Damn... sure enough, someone who could teach at Hogwarts and catch Voldemort's eye was no ordinary person."
"But what's this limited prize pool?"
[The "Part One: The Philosopher's Stone" prize pool contains the single greatest ability of every major character in that work. The host may randomly draw one.]
Allen sat up straight, his interest piqued.
"What are we waiting for, then? Draw!"
A huge wheel immediately appeared on the light screen, with names inscribed on it:
Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Rubeus Hagrid, Filius Flitwick, Quirinus Quirrell...
The wheel began spinning rapidly, and Allen watched the blurred shapes nervously.
A few seconds later, the wheel slowly came to a stop.
[Drawing... draw complete.] [Congratulations! The host has received: Filius Flitwick's magical combat techniques (max level).]
"Filius Flitwick? Harry's Charms professor?"
[Filius Flitwick: head of Ravenclaw, half-goblin, top duelling master, and Charms professor. Possesses extraordinarily extensive knowledge, with expertise in charms that ranks among the very best in the field.] [Flitwick was a duelling champion with exceptionally refined magical combat techniques. Max level means the host has fully mastered all his combat experience and spellcasting abilities.]
As soon as the words ended, Allen felt a vast torrent of information suddenly pour into his mind.
Countless scenes of combat flashed before his eyes-
The angle of a wand's swing, the timing of a spell's release, the footwork to evade attacks, the instinct to anticipate an opponent's movements...
That knowledge slipped naturally into the depths of his memory, as though it had belonged to him all along.
"These techniques, combined with my third-tier magic power..." Allen murmured. "That should put me on the level of an outstanding Hogwarts graduate, right?"
Just as Allen was preparing to test the duelling techniques in his mind, the system's light screen suddenly turned red and began flashing incessantly.
[Emergency quest triggered.] [Quest name: eliminate unforeseen effects.] [Quest location: St Margaret's Bay, Kent.] [Quest requirements: proceed to this location immediately and eliminate the effects caused by the unforeseen incident.] [This quest cannot be refused!]
Allen froze. This was the first time he had seen the system so urgent. "St Margaret's Bay? Where's that?"
"My book became a hit in the Wizarding World. What does that have to do with a bay in Kent?"
[Host, please accept the quest immediately!]
"All right, all right, I accept." Allen shrugged helplessly. "But you at least have to tell me what I'm supposed to do there, right?"
[The system will automatically provide a prompt upon arrival at the destination.]
"Fine." Allen stood up and casually pulled on a black trench coat. "How do I get there, then?"
[The system provides a temporary teleportation service.] [Teleport now?]
Allen took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his wand.
"Teleport."
As soon as he spoke, a blue glow suddenly rippled across the floor beneath his feet.
The light spread rapidly, enveloping his entire body.
The next second, Allen vanished from the apartment.