Isolde was reborn, reborn in… the British wizarding world of 1962.
A Pure-blood wizarding family; life wasn’t exactly wealthy, but it was stable and comfortable.
Her father opened a wand maintenance and repair shop in Diagon Alley; his craftsmanship was solid, and his reputation was good.
Her mother worked at the Ministry of Magic’s Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee.
Her daily work involved concocting a set of reasons for various magical accidents that Muggles would find completely convincing, covering up any traces of the Wizarding World.
It had been three days, twenty-one hours, and fourteen minutes since she became such a wizard-in-training.
Over these three days, Isolde had wanted to vent, complain, or even blurt out a curse word countless times.
But when the words reached her lips, what came out was English so fluent it felt alien.
Even more absurd was that she could understand every single word from her current parents without any obstacle.
The tone, the subtext, and even the subtle emotions hidden beneath their gentle expressions.
It was as if she clearly wanted to say “Holy crap,” but in the end, all she could squeeze out was “damn!”
This situation, without a doubt, was the handiwork of the unscrupulous system that had dragged her here.
The system’s goal was simple:
To have her survive in this unfamiliar Wizarding World and then complete that ridiculous main quest.
Romance the Black Sisters.
If she dared to speak a single sentence of standard Mandarin, let alone romance her targets…
…she probably wouldn’t find a single person within a hundred miles to even strike up a conversation with.
This forcibly imposed linguistic ability was practically roasting her over a fire.
Pulling her thoughts back to the present…
Isolde looked down at her slender, fair arms; it was completely unfamiliar skin, belonging to an eleven-year-old.
This body, these parents, and this seemingly unremarkable Pure-blood family background were all randomly generated by the system.
Isolde Winnier.
Her surname wasn’t prominent and wouldn’t attract attention.
The family was well-off, neither rich nor poor.
Her connections were ordinary; among the Hogwarts freshmen of the class of 1960, she was just one of many background characters.
Standing in a crowd, she was no different from someone wearing an Invisibility Cloak.
Yet, the task assigned by the system was the exact opposite of this extremely low-key identity!
Romance the Black Sisters.
Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa.
The most dazzling and ancient family in the entire British wizarding world, the “Toujours Pur” Blacks.
Any one of them was someone a “nobody” like her couldn’t easily approach.
Isolde stood before the bedroom mirror, her fingertips gently tracing the features of the person in the reflection.
Her appearance was actually quite excellent.
Her beautiful lake-blue eyes appeared clear and bright against her fair skin; her deep facial features were complemented by lips that were rosy even without any makeup.
According to the information provided by the system, in one month, she would be boarding the Hogwarts Express and stepping onto the dreamlike grounds of Hogwarts.
However, this system hadn’t given her a starter pack or any life-saving items; the task difficulty was maxed out, and it was even stingy with decent hints.
It just threw her an identity, a forced language cheat, and a main quest that could leave her shattered at any moment.
Calling it “unscrupulous” was practically a compliment.
Outside the window, the setting sun spilled over the scattered rooftops, the firewood in the fireplace crackled, and warm light overflowed.
Her mother’s gentle call drifted up from downstairs, carrying the mundane warmth of daily life:
“Isolde, dear, come downstairs and have some tea.”
Isolde took a deep breath, suppressing the complaints and unease churning in her heart.
Since I’m here, I might as well make the best of it.
She had already died once anyway; what was there to fear about starting over?
Moreover, she truly liked the Wizarding World and genuinely admired the Black Sisters.
And as for this system thing, aside from giving her the background intro at the start, it hadn’t interacted with her at all.
Having no other options, a sudden thought struck her.
She muttered in her mind, “System, confirm initiation of romance.”
After about ten seconds of silence, a cold electronic voice suddenly exploded deep within her consciousness:
[Beep—]
[Congratulations, Host, on confirming the romance. Please select the priority target:]
Bellatrix BlackAndromeda BlackNarcissa Black]
Isolde was stunned for a moment.
It actually… really showed up.
Without thinking, she blurted out, “I choose Bellatrix Black.”
The girl’s pale golden eyelashes cast a soft shadow under her eyelids; within her tender eleven-year-old body was a pair of eyes filled with calmness.
In her previous life, she was just an ordinary corporate slave squeezed to the limit by work.
Amidst the day-after-day overtime and exhaustion, her only solace was repeatedly reading “Harry Potter”; she had watched the movies and spin-offs countless times until she knew them by heart.
And among the Black Sisters, the one she understood best and whose temperament she could most easily handle had always been Bellatrix Black.
An obsession with Pure-blood supremacy and a prideful nature that looked down on everyone.
A paranoid and fanatical soul, yet hiding an innate nature of admiring the strong that was etched into her bones.
The only path to entering Bellatrix’s world was to be strong enough to make her take notice.
With her current identity, she would naturally be ignored by Bellatrix; she could only rely on her own strength to capture the other’s attention.
[Beep—]
[Host has confirmed priority target: Bellatrix Black]
[Romance initiation program loading…]
[Randomly drawing exclusive starting talent…]
Isolde held her breath; she didn’t expect this unscrupulous system to be generous, she only hoped it wouldn’t give her some trivial and useless rewards.
The next second, the cold mechanical voice crashed directly into her consciousness, unquestionable:
[Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the permanent unique talent: Talent Resonance.]
Isolde:???
She was full of doubt, but the system offered no explanation and continued on its own:
[Unlocking each romance route will grant a special ability; successfully romancing all three Black Sisters will unlock the ultimate hidden reward.]
[If the romance fails in this life, the Host will be forced to reincarnate and restart the quest, looping infinitely until the romance is complete.]
The moment the electronic voice faded, a gentle yet domineering warm current exploded from between her brows, instantly flowing through her entire body.
Isolde suddenly clenched her fingertips, her heart trembling slightly.
What was…
“Talent Resonance”?
“Dear, what are you thinking about upstairs?”
Her mother’s voice came from downstairs.
Isolde suppressed all her thoughts, straightened her skirt, and pushed open the door to walk down the stairs.
In the living room, her father was carefully wiping a wand with a cloth, his movements gentle.
Her mother walked over carrying Black tea and scones, handing a warm cup of tea to her with a gentle smile:
“Come and have some tea; the scones are fresh out of the oven. See how you like them.”
Isolde took the porcelain cup; as her fingertips touched the warm surface, fluent English naturally spilled out without the slightest hesitation:
“Thank you… Um, it’s nothing, I’m just looking forward to Hogwarts.”
Her father nodded with a smile, his eyes full of satisfaction:
“Our Isolde is so motivated. Are you looking forward to Charms Class?”
Isolde nodded slightly, her fingertips rubbing the edge of the cup as she looked out the window.
In one month, it would be the first day of school at Hogwarts.