"My name is Jerry, a fishing fanatic and transmigrator, aquatic life detective and angler..."
The person by the river talking nonsense to thin air was, naturally, our protagonist, Lynn.
Of course, it wasn't entirely nonsense; after all, the title of "transmigrator" was as real as it gets.
Regarding his transmigration, the process was quite explosive. At the time, he was in his soft, large bed, dreaming of catching a hundred-meter-long giant creature.
The next second, a fully loaded dump truck, in a manner that defied the laws of physics and architectural structure, crashed precisely into his bedroom.
Yes, you read that right—a big truck!
God knows how it bypassed the neighborhood security, navigated the hallways, or simply teleported through space to the front of his bed!
In short, Lynn and his bed were snuffed out on the spot.
When he opened his eyes again, he had inexplicably transmigrated into a little boy.
Furthermore, like other transmigrator predecessors, he was bound to a standard feature—the [System].
The system's functions were very straightforward:
The system randomly issues tasks with rewards of some kind, but the ability might be related to the task target or completely unrelated, filled with the joy of opening a blind box.
The system very thoughtfully arranged his identity: parents deceased, owning a car and a house, with enough savings to squander for three lifetimes.
A Newbie Gift Pack:
[Engrave]
[Like a photocopier, it can Engrave book knowledge or skills seen with one's own eyes at any time, mastering them instantly and making them available immediately.]
Thinking about it this way, transmigration… didn't seem unacceptable?
At this moment, Lynn's personal panel looked like this:
Host: [Lynn]
Class: [?]
Skills: [… (The list is long enough to be a scrolling curtain)]
Abilities:
[Engrave: You can call it a photocopier]
[Affinity: Your Affinity is unparalleled; hopefully you won't get into "manly" situations or do strange things]
[Language Mastery: As the name implies, you know every language]
Aside from the class being a question mark and the skill bar being overly crowded, there was nothing special.
Lynn speculated that the class was undecided because he was too young—after all, he was only 11. The system probably felt he hadn't reached the age to choose a life direction.
[Affinity] was the reward he got for completing his first task after transmigrating—keeping a dying tree alive.
[Language Mastery] was unlocked when he tried to communicate with a local with a heavy accent, and the system issued a task to "successfully converse for ten minutes"... "It should be here."
A voice broke the silence by the river.
An old man with a white beard, wearing a starry robe that looked like it came out of a medieval fairy tale, had a small bird perched on his shoulder. The bird looked a bit listless, but its feathers were an unusually fiery red.
It seemed Fawkes had just finished a rebirth.
The newcomer was none other than Albus Dumbledore.
"Hello."
This sudden greeting gave Lynn, who was concentrating on fighting a "giant creature" underwater—or rather, being taken for a walk by a fish—a start.
His hand slipped, the fishing rod left his grip, and with a "plop," it was dragged into the water by that fish, vanishing instantly.
Lynn looked at his empty hand, still in the posture of holding the rod, then slowly raised his head. With a gaze mixing shock, heartache, and "you're finished" (▽д▽), he looked at the culprit.
That strangely dressed old man.
Though no sound came from his mouth, if that look were translated, the content would definitely be very foul.
"I'm sorry, child. I will compensate you for your fishing rod."
Dumbledore's eyes held a hint of apology.
"But before that, I need to show you something."
Saying this, he took out an envelope made of heavy parchment. The envelope had a wax seal and a shield crest surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.
Lynn frowned as he took the letter.
The moment his fingers touched the parchment, the system's notification sound rang clearly in his mind:
[Ding! Class Activated!]
[Current Class: Wizard]
[Ding! Triggered Task: Pluck the beard of the old man in front of you (at least three hairs). Reward Item: undetectable extension trunk—cannot be opened by others unless the owner agrees.]
Lynn's eyelid twitched. He forcibly suppressed the urge to act immediately and first opened the mysterious letter.
[Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry]
Principal: Albus Dumbledore (Head of the International Confederation of Wizards, Order of Merlin First Class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot)
Dear Mr. Lynn:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Attached was a detailed book and equipment list, from plain work robes to dragon-hide gloves, to permitted pets (owl, cat, or toad), and that special reminder—"First-year students are not allowed to bring their own broomsticks."
After reading the letter, Lynn's mind was a bit dazed.
Magic world? Hogwarts?
What kind of place is this? It couldn't be a scammer, could it?
He quickly opened the system panel, and sure enough, the class column had changed from a question mark to the clear word [Wizard].
It seemed it wasn't a prank; this world really had magic!
He took a deep breath, his gaze once again subtly sweeping over Dumbledore's thick, silvery-white, and seemingly well-maintained long beard.
A system task… the reward is a trunk that sounds very impressive.
I'm definitely doing this task! It's definitely not to get revenge for the fishing rod… definitely.
At worst… at worst, I won't ask him to compensate for the rod!
Having made up his mind, his face was instantly filled with a look of "excitement" and "disbelief," his voice even trembling:
"Is… is this real? This is amazing!"
As he spoke, he walked quickly toward Dumbledore, as if wanting to embrace the kind elder who brought the good news.
Dumbledore, as expected, showed an understanding smile, thinking the child was overwhelmed by great joy and couldn't wait to express it.
However, just as he got close to Dumbledore, Lynn "perfectly timed" a trip over his own feet, crying out as he lunged forward!
Dumbledore instinctively reached out to help, only to see Lynn's flailing hands trace a seemingly panicked trajectory in the air, and then—precisely grab a handful of his long beard and yank downward!
"Oh! Ouch! Child, gently… let go..."
Dumbledore was in so much pain his glasses went crooked, and he let out a few muffled cries of pain.
[Ding! Task Completed! Reward—undetectable extension trunk has been issued.]
The notification sounded, and Lynn immediately let go, his face full of "panic" and "apology": "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Professor! I was too excited and didn't stand firm… Are you all right?"
He apologized with incredible speed, his attitude so sincere that no fault could be found.
What could Dumbledore do? He held his chin, hissing from the cold air, looking at this "innocent and excited" new student. In the end, he could only smile helplessly and magnanimously express his forgiveness.
After all, for a child about to step into the magical world, what did this "little accident" matter?
After confirming Lynn's intention to enroll, Dumbledore rubbed his still-aching chin and suggested,
"It's still early. If it's convenient for you, I can take you to Diagon Alley now to purchase school supplies."
Lynn's eyes lit up. The reward was already in hand, and the door to the magical world was opening.
He showed a look of anticipation appropriate for an eleven-year-old:
"That's great! Let's go, Professor!"
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