Elavin had realized he was anything but ordinary from a very young age.
Sometimes, his strength would become immense — enough to lift a car with one hand.
Sometimes, his speed would become incredible — fast enough to run a hundred meters in just three seconds without any acceleration.
And a few times, he fell from great heights and came away without a scratch.
He had always assumed this was a perk of being a transmigrator.
He just hadn’t figured out how his cheat ability worked yet, which was why it only kicked in sporadically.
That was also why he never dared act recklessly — always sticking to his strange “stay out of trouble” philosophy.
Then, two months ago, on his eleventh birthday, he activated a system called [Fairy Tail: Magic Awakening].
The system’s original form was a poorly made, a low-quality, no-name Fairy Tail mobile card game he had played before transmigrating.
So, the ability it brought was simple: Once a month, he would obtain a character card of someone from the Fairy Tail world and inherit their abilities.
With each character card he obtained, his strength, speed, physique, mental power, and so on would also be enhanced to a certain degree.
After activating the system, Elavin finally had a reasonable explanation for the “anomalies” he’d shown since childhood.
It had to be magical power leakage — or more accurately, magical power surges.
Over the past two months, Elavin had drawn three-character cards: [Mest], [Racer], and [Bisca].
Each card gave him different abilities— [Blue/Mest] ・Memory Magic: Allows adding, deleting, modifying, and searching one’s own and others’ memories.
・Teleportation Magic: Allows teleporting oneself or others, with or without objects.
[Blue/Racer] ・Perception Slow Magic: Weakens the perception and speed of other creatures within a certain range.
[Green/Bisca] ・Requip Magic: Gunner — Generates a special space containing various “firearms” (loaded with fixed magic bullets).
In battle, she can instantly switch firearms.
When firing, she can freely choose to add effects such as “Continuous Fire,” “Rapid Speed,” “Tracking,” and “Wide-Range Bombardment.” None of these three characters had much screen time in Fairy Tail, and none were particularly powerful, but their magic was incredibly useful.
Especially the Blue card [Mest].
The reason Elavin had been able to “acquire” a proper outfit from a formalwear shop and receive courteous treatment from the staff at the Ritz London was all thanks to the Memory Magic from that card.
He had no idea whether this world contained other superpowered beings.
Even after activating the system, Elavin didn’t dare act too boldly or reveal too much.
In his mind, the probability of this entire situation being some old man cosplaying and messing with him was extremely low.
So… he could just lie low for a decade or so, pulling character cards from the system until he had collected them all.
Fairy Tail didn’t have that many characters — ten years would be enough to gather every single one.
By then, he’d still only be in his early twenties, with plenty of time to enjoy life.
But the sudden appearance of this white-bearded old man had completely thrown Elavin’s plans into chaos.
Inside the Ritz London hotel room.
Elavin held his two pistols.
Dumbledore held his wand.
The two of them stood silently facing each other for over half a minute.
“Don’t do anything rash!” “Please don’t do anything rash!” Merlin’s beard.
Once this young wizard got to Hogwarts, he was going to be a textbook Gryffindor.
Who else but a Gryffindor child would pull a handgun at the slightest provocation, and when that gun got knocked away, immediately pull out two more?
Dumbledore had no desire to test whether his magic was faster or this young wizard’s aim was quicker.
For the sake of his own old life, Dumbledore decided to extend an olive branch first.
He lowered his wand, and a kindly, almost radiant smile spread across his face.
“Put your guns away, Mr.
Yakute.
I mean you no harm.
See?
I’m not holding my wand anymore.” Wand?
So this old man was a wizard too?
Elavin wasn’t about to let his guard down.
“Start with why you’re here, old man.” “Ahem… then allow me to introduce myself.
I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I’ve come personally to deliver your Hogwarts acceptance letter.” Hogwarts?
Dumbledore?
Elavin froze for a moment, then saw the old man hand him a letter.
Sensing that the man genuinely didn’t seem hostile, Elavin casually straightened his clothes — acquired from that formalwear shop — sat down quite naturally in the chair across from Dumbledore, and took the envelope.
On the envelope, written in emerald-green ink, was clearly addressed: Mr.
E.
Yakute Room XX, Xth Floor The Ritz London 150 Piccadilly London On the back of the envelope was a deep red wax seal bearing a coat of arms with a shield, a large letter “H” surrounded by four animals: an eagle, a lion, a badger, and a snake.
Elavin gently pinched the envelope in his hand, his face showing a mix of suspicion and contemplation.
This expression was a habit of his, but to outsiders it probably looked rather amusing — one eyebrow raised, the other furrowed, his head tilted slightly to the side.
The address on the letter matched exactly where he was staying.
But he had only checked in this morning, less than three hours ago.
If this was someone’s elaborate prank, it didn’t really make sense.
The only explanation was that the envelope could track him in real time.
Besides, Elavin had heard of names like Dumbledore and Hogwarts even before transmigrating.
He hadn’t read all the original novels, but he had seen all the movies, plus plenty of fanfiction and video essays, and even had some passing knowledge of related games.
As far as he recalled, in his previous world, Harry Potter began publication in 1997.
But this was July 1991 — six years before the books were released, yet exactly when the story begins.
It seemed extremely unlikely that some old man was just cosplaying and messing with him.
So… he had transmigrated into the Harry Potter world?
Elavin suddenly thought of all the strange things that had happened around him since childhood.
That hadn’t been system energy leakage after all.
It had been magical outbursts caused by his own wizard powers.
What a misunderstanding.
Elavin opened the envelope and read: [HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, First-Class Grand Sorcerer of the Order of Merlin) Dear Mr.
Yakute, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September.
We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress …] “Hogwarts?
Is that elementary school or middle school?” “I grew up in an orphanage.
I’ve never been to school.” Elavin decided to act like a normal person and pretend ignorance for now.
Truth was; after transmigrating for so long, his memory of Harry Potter was already blurry.
“Hogwarts is neither elementary nor middle school.
It is a seven-year school of magic.” While Elavin looked over the letter, Dumbledore also watched him closely and calmly explained the wizarding world.
“There are people born with magic who can use spells.
We call them wizards.” “There is little doubt, Mr.
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