Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne - Chapter 1
August 1991, London Coliseum.
At this moment, a wonderful magic show is being performed in the Coliseum, and the audience seats are crowded and cheering.
The performer is Shore, who is known as the "genius magician". He is only 11 years old this year. In the hearts of the audience, Shore will definitely become the greatest magician in the world.
On the stage, Shore, who is still a child, has black hair and black eyes, delicate features, and a very elegant and outstanding temperament.
A well-fitting black tuxedo and a tall hat on his head make him look not too short.
At this moment, Shore is surrounded by more than 200 poker cards of various colors. Ordinary poker cards are dancing like butterflies endowed with life.
With the colorful lights above his head, this scene is very cool.
Shore raised his hands, his slender fingers seemed to be as elegant as playing the piano, and the poker cards around him flew up and down around his hands, making all kinds of incredible puzzles, just like magic.
In fact, it is true. These playing cards can be manipulated so easily because they are driven by Shore's "telekinesis".
Of course, the name of telekinesis was given by Shore himself.
He is a time traveler who has been in London for two years.
At first, he was just a homeless street kid. When he was bullied by street thugs, he awakened telekinesis.
Although he was just an ordinary otaku in his previous life, he was keen on watching various magic shows and decryption. He always felt that after learning this technology, he would not only be magical but also very handsome.
After he had telekinesis, he awakened the system. Well, it's just standard configuration. Don't blame me for the basic operation.
The key dog system cannot be used immediately. It requires prerequisites.
So he began to imitate the "Now You See Me" he had seen in his previous life. From the one-on-one street close-up magic at the beginning, he gradually became the current genius young magician, and used his favorite poker magic.
With two fingers raised, the flying cards rotated and broke through the air. Who can not love it?
The cheers from the audience were endless, and the applause almost broke the ceiling of the hall.
"Shoer!"
"Shoer!"
Amid the high cheers, Shore clearly heard a prompt from his soul.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have collected the faith points of 10,000 admirers and turned on the system."
"Ding, the system has been turned on, please check it yourself."
"Ding, the novice gift package has been distributed."
Shore was so excited when he heard these prompts that he ignored the cheers of the fanatical fans and the prompts of the assistant next to him.
He quickly said "turn on the system".
Then a light screen that only he could see appeared.
Host: Shore.
Occupation: Poker magician.
Magic power: 20 (100 for adults)
Skill: Flying cards.
Level 1 Faith: 10,000. (Like)
(Opened in succession) Level 2 Faith: 0. (Worship)
(Opened in succession) Level 3 Faith: 0. (Fanatical)
Lottery system: 1000/100/10 faith points per draw.
Quest system: None.
Novice gift pack: Occlumency, a thunder element core, and a random background in the magic world.
After reading the system, Xiao Er was a little stunned.
Other rewards and settings were all within Xiao Er's expectations.
But what the hell is magic? It turns out that telekinesis is magic.
Why does Occlumency look so familiar?
Is there really a magic world? HP?
A series of questions appeared in Xiao Er's mind, making him a little confused.
How did I, a good magician, become a magician?
It's uncomfortable, it turns out that I'm not the only one with superpowers!
Xiao Er didn't hesitate for long, and was too excited to care about the occasion, so he took the novice gift pack first.
In the system's exclusive space, he clicked three times in a row on the two silver and one purple light balls.
The three light balls merged into Xiao Er's body together.
The light ball of the brain block technique first made his mind clear, and his eyes became deeper and calmer.
The core of the lightning element turned into a ray of purple light flowing all over his body, and then his whole body was like being electrified, his hair and sweat hairs stood up, and his limbs shook involuntarily.
Then the system started to prompt again.
"The host is randomly selecting his background in the magic world. In one minute, he will leave the ordinary Muggle world and teleport into the hidden magic world. Please be prepared."
Shaw was speechless again, not giving him a little defense.
Looking at the still enthusiastic audience below the stage, although his vanity was satisfied, he quickly spoke to the copper microphone in front of the stage.
"Dear audience, next I will perform a living disappearance for everyone as a curtain call for tonight."
Then Shaw quickly whispered to the capable bald middle-aged assistant behind him.
"Albert, after the performance, I will be away for a few days, you don't need to come to me."
Albert was a little anxious, just want to ask why, because in ten days, Shore's tour will have another show.
Shore had no time to explain, he bowed gracefully to the audience, then waved his hand, hundreds of cards that fell on the ground flew into the air, forming two dazzling five-pointed star patterns, slowly turning to block Shore from front and back.
A few seconds later, everyone heard a "bang", and the playing cards exploded one after another, like a sky full of stars falling, and there was no trace of Shore in the center.
The scene was silent, but more than ten seconds later, all the audience, including the backstage staff, cheered.
The "disappearance of living people" that ended was simply amazing, even Albert, the assistant, was a little confused for a while. When did Shore practice this mysterious magic? There is really no mechanism under the stage.
....
Under the quiet night light, the ancient castle of Hogwarts in a certain highland in Scotland looks particularly hazy.
Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of the time, was writing the enrollment letter to be sent out in the headmaster's office.
Suddenly, an invisible and powerful magic wavered from afar, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.
A rhythm came from a high tower in the school.
Dumbledore's expression changed involuntarily, and his figure blurred in an instant. After the firelight appeared, he was already in the high tower where the rhythm came from.
An ancient book with a black dragon leather cover in the tower was opening automatically, and the faded feather pen in the silver ink bottle next to it stirred twice and flew out of the bottle, landing on the parchment book and began to write.
This is the admission book and acceptance pen that covers the whole of England and selects young wizards for admission.
Dumbledore looked at the name that appeared on the parchment, and his pupils shrank suddenly!
"Shor Black."
Dumbledore slowly read out the name.
"In addition to Sirius in Azkaban, I didn't expect that there are still descendants of the Black family living outside."
At this moment, Vice Principal McGonagall, who also sensed the fluctuation of magic, also rushed over.
"Albus..."
Before she finished her words, Dumbledore had disappeared in the tower, leaving only one explanation in the air.
"I will follow the magic track along the way to see what's going on. Please continue to write admission notices for the young wizards."
McGonagall couldn't help but hold her forehead. She finally got Albus, the hands-off boss, to do some real work, but she didn't expect him to find an excuse to slip away.
But when she saw the name on the admission book, she was a little absent-minded for a while.
At the same time, Austria, Nurmengard Tower.
The words "For the greater good" above the entrance of the tower looked so mottled at this moment.
In a simple cell on the top of the tower, a skinny old man on the bed was dozing with his knees hugged.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and his silver eyes flashed, as if predicting the future.
After a while, the old man murmured.
"It's different, everything is different, there is finally a glimmer of hope in despair!"
Then the old man laughed heartily.
"Albus, I haven't lost yet!"
(PS: Although the protagonist of this book has a system, it is also for the purpose of passing the manuscript. The role of the system will be weakened later, and a reasonable explanation and source will be given.)
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Somewhere in England, on a fast-flowing coast, the sky is covered with dark clouds all year round, and the waves are rolling and hitting the messy reefs.
There is a hidden cave on the seashore, which is difficult to be found.
Suddenly, a purple light flashed, and a boy in a tuxedo suddenly appeared on the rocky beach next to the cave.
The dark clouds, which were already low, surged, and the purple light flashed continuously.
Shaw was thrown hard, and he felt that his whole body was weak, just like being squeezed out of a flush toilet.
After lying on the rocky beach and taking a few deep breaths, Shaw recalled a memory that had just been injected into his mind.
After a while of understanding, he sat up suddenly.
"Fuck, I really came to the world of Harry Potter, and I became a descendant of the Black family. Regulus became my father? Am I here to pay tribute to my father?"
"Ahem, this system has changed the plot too much."
Shor sighed to the sky, but he thought that he was a rich second-generation after all, and it was not a loss to have an extra cheap father. In the future, he would justify Regulus's name, which would be considered a loving father and a filial son.
While Shaw was immersed in the fact that he would have a lot of gold galleons to spend in the future, he was also calculating the problem of the system lottery.
The curtain call performance just now earned him a few hundred points of first-level faith value.
And the faith value is divided into three levels, and the lottery pool is probably different.
In order to gain faith value, does this damn system want me to be a popular person?
Now I have 10,400 first-level faith points, and I can draw ten times. I don't know what is in the prize pool. I hope there will be a big move like a blue gas stove or a fire god opening the way.
Shaw was so distressed that he couldn't bear to click the lottery button, because this was the savings he had saved for two years.
He had been famous since he was a child, tricking little girls eating lollipops on the street to applaud him, and now he was the best in London and could perform for tens of thousands of people in the Grand Theater. This took a lot of effort.
He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and prepared to shoot ten times in a row.
Whether he was a dragon or a worm, whether he worked hard to make a name for himself in the magic world, or went home to inherit the Black family's legacy, it all depended on this one.
I want to be the emperor of Europe!
But he didn't wait for him to click the lottery button.
There was a bang in his ears, and then a red flame suddenly appeared, and a white-bearded old man wearing a moon-white wizard robe and half-moon glasses appeared in front of Shaw.
Shaw stared blankly at this kind old man who suddenly appeared, and always felt that he was very familiar. After thinking that this was the world of Harry Potter, before he could scream out the words of the old bee, the old man spoke first.
"Hello, sir, you are Shor Black, right?"
Shor had already guessed that the other party was Dumbledore. Although he was puzzled as to why the other party was here, he felt much calmer when he thought that he had the brain occlusion technique.
"Yes, old man, I am Shor Black, who are you?"
Shor greeted politely, and the system immediately issued a task.
"Posted task: trick the White Devil Dumbledore to send you home, and reward 2000 first-level faith points (the big boss debuts, in addition to BGM, there must be expert guards, it's so impressive.)"
Shor's mouth twitched a little, this system is a bit stupid and AC.
Albus looked at the e