Step by step
Days passed, one after another. Now he was 6 years old, and show the image of a smart boy without friends, and his fondness for sports continued.
He finished his daily set and took a bath. He didn't talk much to his family.
As he was about to pick up a book and read it, as usual, the book suddenly slipped into his hand.
He thought he was hallucinating, but he had the book in his hand and was 4 feet from the bookshelf
A similar incident happened to me 2 more times. The first was when he couldn't listen to the children cry, they all fell asleep. The other was when he fell while running. His hands went in and out of the ground.
As a transmigrated man, he is okay with the supernatural, but since he still has a child's body and senses, he thought maybe it wasn't what he saw.
He couldn't deny the book in his hand. He walked to his bed and sat down, and started to think.
He thought about what world or event it was similar to. He was a fan of sci-fi and fantasy literature in his old life, but also watched many movies to escape his reality.
Based on his analysis of the situations he lived in and the world he was in, his favourite movie series as a kid was his only answer.
"Harry fucking potter. New beginning and I got magic hahaha"
He fell on his back with happiness and laughed.
"History fits. I'm the same age as Harry and I'm also in England. What I went through can be explained as accidental magic."
He had read a lot of mangas and fanfictions, and the power system of the Harry Potter world he found it ridiculous, but he's seen worse. Not bad willpower, desires, and emotion. He wishes emotion wasn't there, but he had remembers only need for very specific spells.
Since he has always had an excellent memory and it was the same with his new body, he reviewed his knowledge of the world of Harry Potter and had to revise what he wanted from life and his plans to do in this world.
"My old goals were simple:
-Material freedom
-Healthy body and mind"
Isn't it simple? For most people, there was no end to these goals. For him, it was simply a few million, and he care if everyday sports, and a pleasant house, and good internet.
"New targets:
-Material freedom
-Healthy body
-The strongest mage
-Insurmountable mind"
He had a murderous smile on his face as he stared at the ceiling. A smile that would startle anyone who sees it. Isn't the reason clear?
"Harry fucking potter," he muttered.
As a kid, he loved the good Dumbledore, the lovely Hagrid, the funny Ron, the sweet Hermione, and the evil Draco.
For adults, Harry, who was tortured as a child, is played to death by the cunt Dumbledore.His stupid friend Ron does not allow time preparing for the dangers he will face. Hermione makes him incompetent, and Draco's constant pressure makes him unstable.
These were the psychological side of the movie, but also had the magic manipulation and potion part. It was hard being the indisputable Harry, but he wasn't Harry, and Henry didn't give a damn. He was Henry Pearce.
His goals were simple. He used to want a peaceful life, but this was a fictional world.
"This is a power-based fictional world. Voldemort did what he wanted because he had power, and Dumbledore was the same light leader of my ass. I think the man was the undisputed dark lord."
He didn't know how many more like these existed, and he wasn't interested. He wanted to live as he wanted in his new life, no matter what obstacles stood in his way. If he had to kill, he would kill. If he had to steal, he would steal.
He didn't have a golden finger like in the fiction he read, and he didn't need it. He believed that hard work and willpower would be enough.
He crossed his arms, saying, "My first goal is insurmountable occlumency, then undetected legilimency. I must train."
His thought was simple, "I don't know if it's healthy to do magic at this age and I won't risk it, whereas mind training is a completely useful and indisputable necessity. This was a fantasy universe. Creatures called wizards can learn every secret, make them do whatever they want, and make you believe that they are doing it of your own will."
He got up on his bed and sat in the middle of it, cross-legged, and began to meditate, empty his mind and think of your mental landscape/palace.
"Occlumency was one of the greatest desires of my past life. Even the dream of being able to organise your memories and control your emotions by your own will is perfect."
He was slowly going into a trance already. It was thanks to his past life experiences that Henry was able to access his mind so easily. His psychology had always been unstable, so he had plenty of meditation experience.
He doesn't know how long it took me to get inside his mind, but he felt it was an incredible achievement.
His head was a complete mess, the spheres connected by ropes and the pieces of memory playing in those spheres, a total complexity.
He shook his head, moved to where he was in the middle of his mind, imagined a chair and table, and instantly sat down.
Table and chair came into existence out of nothing. Then he thought for a few seconds and said, 'The first step to Occlumency should be to organise memories'.
The most logical method he could think of was a computer and importing all memories into it.
But he didn't want to make it old-style. He didn't want the computer to have a physical structure, and he wanted a core and a holographic on-screen keyboard. He thinks this would be enough.
He had thought it should be very simple, their occlumency defences. One of his favourite things in life was physics. Understanding the existing universe was one of the subjects that interested me.
For defence, his wish was a sun in the computer core and he would make more than one layer inside the sun. Since his mind is of unlimited structural size, it would not be a problem to fit it in, but the biggest problem that came to his mind was the amount of radiation and energy it would release.
"Ahh, these are the problems of the future. Let's proceed step by step. I have already drawn the general framework."
He got up from the chair and wanted them both to disappear and they disappeared. The smile is back on his face. "Oh, I love my imagination."
After getting out of his mind, he yawned. He looked at the clock, saying it was a productive day, and saw that the entire process took about 2 hours. He felt longer, but he had doesn't think it matters.
Then he went to sleep and made his plans.