Wizarding Destiny

In 1991, in Surrey, UK, Levin Green lay on a worn wooden bed in the dim, cramped quarters of his surroundings. The walls were marred with stains, and the furniture showed signs of wear, painting a picture of poverty and neglect.

Staring at his youthful hands, Levin couldn't suppress a sigh. "What rotten luck. Why'd fate stick me in this miserable place?"

Yes, Levin was a hapless reincarnate. Once named Ye Ting, he adopted the moniker Levin Green after his time jump. 

He'd been a successful college graduate from the Dragon Kingdom, born into a middle-class family with a bright future. But an accident hurled him back to infancy, landing him in England in 1980, at the St. Lerke's Orphanage.

Now, eleven years later, he found himself an eleven-year-old child once more. "What rotten luck," he sighed again.

Yet, this reincarnation wasn't without its perks. Since age three, Levin discovered he could move objects with his mind, albeit clumsily.

But even with adult intellect and a hint of superpower, he struggled to thrive. The orphanage offered scant hope, especially for an Asian child like him. No matter his good looks, adoption seemed unlikely.

As adolescence loomed, Levin pondered his future. "What's an eleven-year-old to do?" he wondered. Though confident in his future, Levin faced limitations in the present.

Business required capital, and employment prospects for a child were slim. Music, his past passion, lacked formal training.

So, what remained for him?

Eyeing a tattered fairy tale book, inspiration struck. "Writing! I can be a storyteller," he realized.

"The top pick for imitation is the 'Harry Potter' series. It's 1991, a good six years before Rowling's first novel, 'The Philosopher's Stone' hits the shelves."

"These books were originally pitched as children's fairy tales, with no rigid demands on style or depth. Writing a children's story seems like the logical choice. If questioned, I'll just pass it off as my daily musings."

"And I can definitely crank out one book a year. A bright kid spinning captivating yarns—both author and characters growing together. With such a compelling angle, combined with the innate potential of the work, it's destined to be a winner."

"Oh, and speaking of which, there was this chap named Harry Potter back in primary school. I can say he sparked my creativity."

"If things pan out, maybe I can push myself to snag wealth and freedom before I hit adulthood?"

As he envisioned wealth and freedom, a sound interrupted his reverie—a knock on the window. Startled, Levin found an owl bearing a letter, a curious omen of things to come.

The letter had a distinctly retro feel, with a thick parchment envelope and emerald green ink for the address:

"Mr. Levin Green, St. Lerke's Orphanage, Little Whinging, Surrey."

No stamps were attached. Turning it over, Levin noticed a red wax seal on the envelope's opening, bearing an emblem: A shield coat of arms with a capital "H" encircled by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

As Levin held the letter, he let out a deep sigh. The arrival of this owl-delivered letter meant his dream of achieving financial freedom through writing "The Philosopher's Stone" was shattered. But that was inconsequential now, as his wizarding dream had come true!

Viewing it in this light, his so-called minor superpower could be attributed to his magical awakening as a young wizard. And that boy named Harry Potter was likely the wizarding savior who survived the catastrophe!

Levin Green was now destined to become a wizard. With excitement coursing through him, Levin carefully unsealed the letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Office of the Headmaster

Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Order of Merlin, Grand Wizard, and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Green:

We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The fall term is set to commence on September 1st. We eagerly await your owl's reply by July 31st.

Sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

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[Uniform]

First-year students require:

1. Three-sided plain work robe (black)

2. Plain pointed hat (black) for daytime wear

3. Protective gloves (made of fire dragon leather or similar material)

4. Winter cloak (black, silver buckle)

Please ensure all clothing is labeled with your name.

[Textbooks]

All students must acquire the following books:

- Standard Spells, Elementary, by Miranda Gorshak

- A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot

- The Theory of Magic, by Adebe Wulfling

- The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, by Emeric Switch

- A Thousand Miracle Herbs and Mushrooms, by Phyllida Spohr

- Magic Potions and Potions, by Arseny Giger

- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander

- Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense, by Quentin Trimble

[Other Equipment]

- Magic wand

- Crucible (pewter, standard size No. 2)

- Set of glass or crystal vials

- Telescope

- Brass balance

Students may bring an owl, cat, or toad as a pet. Parents are reminded that first-year students are not permitted to bring their own broomsticks.

Although it's just two pieces of parchment, holding them in his hands fills Levin with excitement.

"Ah, from now on, I'll be a part of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he exclaims.

Enrolling in Hogwarts means facing threats from Voldemort and Death Eaters for the next seven years. But who cares? He's becoming a wizard!

Is there anything cooler than that? Forget about fame and fortune. If he's not interested in playing with Muggles, he'll join the wizards!

"WhooWhoo!"

The owl's hoot broke the traveler's excited reverie.

Seeing the bird's impatient gaze, Levin hurriedly opened the drawer, fetched a biscuit, and broke it into small pieces, placing them in front of the owl. This postal messenger could determine his fate, so it was crucial to bribe it well.

As the owl pecked at the food, Levin grabbed a pen and paper to compose his reply. Despite being an adult, he knew he couldn't act like a know-it-all just because he'd watched the "Harry Potter" series in his previous life. He had to feign hesitancy and doubt, choosing his words carefully to fit the image of a precocious but imaginative child.

Soon, he finished writing his response.

"Here you go, Mr. Owl," Levin said, handing the reply letter to the bird before watching it fly away.

Later, he casually mentioned the incident to the orphanage director, jokingly saying, "Hey, guess what? Hogwarts, a magic school, sent me a notice, and I replied."

The director brushed it off as a prank, advising him not to worry about it. But the next day brought a rude awakening.

Early in the morning, there was a knock on the orphanage door. Levin answered it, finding a tall woman, around 50 or 60 years old, standing there. She wore an emerald green robe, and glasses, and exuded a strong aura with a serious expression on her face.

She scrutinized Levin closely. Black hair, dark eyes, fair skin—handsome but noticeably undernourished.

"Mr. Levin Green, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," Levin nodded.

"I'm Professor Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts," she said. Turns out, she was here to pick him up.

Levin nodded again.

Compared to the Professor McGonagall he saw in the movies, this witch looked quite different. Sure, she had the same attire and demeanor, but her appearance was entirely different. But that wasn't surprising; after all, this was the real world.

The "savior" from elementary school also looked nothing like Harry Potter from the movies, which explains why Levin didn't recognize him.

"Wait!" Behind Levin, the orphanage director exclaimed, "Are you saying you're from that magic school mentioned in the letter? This is unbelievable..."

But she stopped short of saying "prank." You could tell from Professor McGonagall's expression and aura—this woman wasn't the type to play pranks.

Looking at her, Levin was reminded of the high school principal from his past life. Before the director could ask more questions, Professor McGonagall pulled out her wand.

With a gentle flick, the director's aunt's attitude changed completely. "Oh, welcome, Professor McGonagall. Thank you for taking Levin in. It's the best decision. You know, Levin is a renowned genius in our orphanage, but..." She trailed off, not wanting to say more, then hurried away to get some tea.

Meanwhile, Levin heard a voice in his head:

[This is your first encounter with magic. With your previous life's knowledge, you possess extraordinary insight. You may have breakthroughs when learning new things.]

[In your past life, you had access to vast knowledge. Your arrival has impacted this world. Your insight spans across realms.]

[You've witnessed the use of psychic suggestion magic, understood the power of the soul, and awakened psychic abilities.]

[You possess passive psychic abilities like "Charm Humans" and "Hidden Thoughts."]

'Unbelievable? Psychic magic?'

This was incredible! The Hogwarts admission letter was just the beginning; this was the real deal!

The so-called psychic spells come from the profession known as psychic in the DND world. Psychic abilities stem from the development of one's mental faculties through rigorous self-examination and mental training. It's an inner energy, drawn from one's own life force and spirit, representing an idealistic power.

These abilities can directly affect the mind and produce effects similar to spells. However, compared with spells and psychic powers, they are invisible and formless, requiring no cumbersome chanting or spell-casting rituals. They can take effect simply through the power of thought.

In contrast, psychic powers entirely rely on the inner strength of the caster. There are no extensive magic tables or various magic books to study. Each ability can only be cultivated by the users themselves. 

The two current 'spells', "Charm Humans," can create a favorable impression of you through mental suggestion, akin to hypnosis. While the psychological suggestion isn't hypnosis and lacks 100% control power, its advantage lies in its subtle influence, leaving no trace on others and remaining undetected. 

As for "Hidden Thoughts," it's akin to the "Occlumancy." This means he needn't worry. The secrets hidden in his heart, capable of subverting the world, will remain concealed even from astute figures like Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort.

Indeed, the "Gold Finger" truly lives up to its name, delivering such a potent gift package.

Professor McGonagall remained entirely oblivious to the fact that the young wizard before her had swiftly become a psion. Levin, ever cautious, wouldn't dare reveal it. He maintained his façade of ignorance, gazing at the wand in the professor's hand and expressing concern:

"Is this magic? Will it adversely affect the dean?"

Professor McGonagall's tense expression softened slightly, and a faint smile graced his lips. "Don't fret, Mr. Green. This is merely ordinary suggestion magic. It won't harm her. She'll simply believe you've entered a fine hotel. It's a Muggle school, after all. Best keep magic hidden from them."

With that, she elaborated: "The term 'Muggles' refers to ordinary folks unaware of magic."

Then, with a tap of her wand on the table before her, the four wooden legs suddenly sprang to life, flexing and scampering around the room.

"Wow! That's amazing!" exclaimed Levin, genuine surprise lighting up his face. This time, there was no pretense. As an ordinary person in his past life, witnessing transformation magic firsthand was a first for him.

[Your observation of the transformation spell has increased your expertise in transformation spells by +1.]

Professor McGonagall wasn't taken aback by the Muggle wizard's reaction. "Mr. Green, have you noticed any special abilities you possess that other children don't since you were young?"

"You mean like this?" Levin directed his attention to a spoon on the table. The spoon began to tremble, then sharply bent.

"Your control is remarkably precise. Well done," Professor McGonagall's eyes gleamed as he regarded Levin once more.

From the intuitive display, this simple trick didn't showcase any potent magical power. However, Professor McGonagall understood that Levin's ability to focus on bending the spoon without disturbing the other dishes on the table indicated exceptional control over his magic. This was a feat beyond many young wizards' capabilities. It seemed Levin was a remarkably talented child.

"Well, while it's still early, Mr. Green, come with me. I'll take you to purchase the necessary items for admission."

"You can call me Levin, Professor McGonagall. Before I depart, I'd like to speak with the matron."

Professor McGonagall waved his hand dismissively. "No need. Such matters can't be explained clearly to Muggles."

If the matron were not the orphanage's director but the parent of a Muggle wizard, informing them of their child's whereabouts would be essential. Even under the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy, they had that right. However, coming from an orphanage, it was a different scenario. In Professor McGonagall's eyes, she couldn't be considered Levin's guardian, so she cast a Confundus Charm on her.

Yet, Levin's inquiry didn't cease. He spoke a bit bashfully, "Um... Professor McGonagall, I'd like to accompany you for shopping, but... I don't have any money. I've only saved up 9 pounds and 15 pence over the years..."

9 pounds and 15 pence amounted to barely enough to purchase a shirt. What could it possibly cover in the wizarding world?

Professor McGonagall offered a gentle smile. "Mr. Levin, there's no need to worry about that. This isn't the first time Hogwarts has welcomed students like you. We've made provisions for this. Each school year, we provide you with an interest-free student loan. You'll only need to repay it once you graduate and secure employment."

An interest-free student loan? What a relief! 

...

What Professor McGonagall mentioned about not being the first time he accepted... Could it be that the last individual like him was Tom Riddle?