Linus Alvin possessed two “gifts.” The first was the photographic memory he awakened after reincarnating into this world—so long as he focused, he could vividly remember any event, any symbol, down to the exact thickness of ink on a page.
The second was his innate magical talent.
By the age of six, he could manipulate magic with practiced ease.
Levitation Charms, Fire-making Spells, Apparition—all came as naturally to him as breathing.
Incantations that took others weeks of practice, he could often replicate after a single glance.
This mastery surprised him, but it also frightened him.
Because that same year, he realized he had not been born into a time of peace.
The era he had arrived in was the most brutal phase of the First Wizarding War.
Voldemort’s forces were sweeping across Britain, leaving corpses in their wake, and the Dark Mark cast a constant, haunting pall over the night sky.
And his family happened to stand right at the center of the conflict.
His father was a member of the Order of the Phoenix—Edgar Alvin, an upright and obstinate Hufflepuff.
His mother was gentle yet steadfast, a records clerk at the Ministry of Magic.
From their hushed conversations, Linus learned that in this world, justice did not always prevail.
He remembered being just a child, lying awake at night listening to explosions beyond the windows.
One day, overhearing his parents argue, he truly understood the meaning of the word “fate.” “We can leave Britain!
Go to the East, go to Africa, anywhere—as long as we get away from here!” “Linus, this isn’t running away—it’s survival!” But his father refused.
“I can’t abandon my comrades in the Order of the Phoenix.
If everyone flees, who will stand against Voldemort?” Linus remained silent.
He knew he couldn’t convince his father, but he refused to accept an inevitable death.
So he began making preparations.
First, he persuaded his parents to use the Fidelius Charm to hide their home.
Unlike the tragic Potters, he did not entrust the Secret to a human, but to their house-elf, Momo.
Because house-elves could not betray.
Their loyalty bordered on religious devotion, and they could bypass most anti-Apparition wards.
It was the most impenetrable line of defense.
Second, he channeled the knowledge of his past life into their defenses.
During that period, the lights in their basement rarely went out.
His parents thought he was practicing drawing runes, but in truth, he was modifying Muggle weapons.
Gatling guns, concussion mines, simplified flamethrowers…
Reinforced with magic, these iron beasts were more than enough to show any trespassing Death Eater the meaning of scientific terror.
His mother was alarmed at first, but when the first protective rune array was successfully integrated with the mechanical weapons, she fell silent.
She finally understood that although her child was young, he no longer belonged to this era.
Relying on these preparations, they endured the entire war.
Until the downfall of Voldemort.
Yet fate delights in cruel jokes.
The end of the war did not bring immediate peace—in that era of chaos and vengeance, new grudges simmered beneath the surface.
And Linus could not escape loss.
That year he was eleven, having just received his Hogwarts acceptance letter.
He didn’t take the train to school—instead, he had Momo Apparate him straight there.
He didn’t want the spotlight; he didn’t want anyone to know the extent of his talents.
Yet during the summer after his second year, tragic news arrived: His parents were ambushed by Dark wizards during an operation, and both were killed.
That year was the very same year Voldemort fell.
Fate had drawn an absurd circle before him.
He spent three days in quiet vigil for his parents before packing up their belongings alone.
His tears had long since dried, his heart smoothed into stone by time.
Afterward, he was adopted by Aunt Amelia—a fierce witch and a high-ranking official in Magical Law Enforcement.
Under her guardianship, he returned to Hogwarts, but he no longer hid his light.
He began visiting professors frequently, seeking their insights into magic.
Whether it was the subtle variations of Runes or the energy balances of Potions, his quick mind grasped every nuance.
Before long, he became known throughout the school as a prodigy.
Accolades came one after another.
The Ministry of Magic seized upon his fame to quell post-war panic, hailing him as the next Dumbledore.
Posters, news articles, radio broadcasts—all trumpeted his legend.
Linus used this fame to establish contact with the world’s most distinguished magical scholars.
He corresponded with them, debated them, and exchanged experimental data.
In just a few short years, his name echoed across the globe.
Upon graduation, he applied to become a professor at Hogwarts, but Albus Dumbledore politely declined, citing his young age.
So he chose to travel.
Yet this travel was no leisurely journey—it was a different kind of war.
A plunder waged in pursuit of knowledge.
Using Polyjuice Potion and Transfiguration, he infiltrated magical academies across various nations, disguised as a teacher or scholar, to copy their library collections and research notes.
Beyond schools, he even penetrated the magical manors of ancient families.
Every ancient tome, every scrap of rune parchment, was claimed as his own.
The Muggle world was not spared either.
Knowing that many lost magical texts had once been seized by Muggle religious institutions, he breached the secret archives of the Vatican.
In that dim, shadowy stone hall, he uncovered ancient, authentic magic, as well as numerous forged texts.
Yet even fake books offered inspiration.
From them, he derived new theories of magic and created the Mental Circuit model, laying the foundation for his later research.
Of course, theft was never smooth sailing.
Certain ancient families set bloodline seals that no outsider could break.
Certain powerful wizards possessed wills so unyielding they could resist the Imperius Curse.
To counter this, Linus devised another method— A Muggle plant known as Devil’s Breath.
A lethal South American flower capable of instantly stripping a person’s free will.
He enhanced its potency through Potions making, ensuring that even the most stubborn wizard became a puppet before him.
Through five years in the shadows, he amassed centuries of wisdom.
By the time he emerged once more, he had become a force that even Albus Dumbledore could not ignore.
He knew well that he was still outmatched in practical battle experience and raw magical reserves, But on the plane of knowledge and understanding—he already stood at the pinnacle of the magical world.