On July 31, 1989, the sunshine just broke through the thin blue mist, and in the outermost corner of the gray East End of London, the noise of human voices sounded again in Carl's house, which had just been quiet for the night.

Karl, who finally fell asleep, opened his eyes again, his gloomy eyes full of impatience.

"Another bad day." He muttered and got out of bed, looking at the sunny weather outside the window.

As Carl got up, the whole room came to life.

The light blue patterned pajamas jumped away from Karl and hung on a hanger nearby. The cabinet door a few steps away automatically opened, and a brand new shirt and jeans flew in front of Karl. He bowed to Karl and immediately arrived at Karl.

arms, urging him to raise his hands.

After getting dressed, Karl looked in the mirror with satisfaction, walked to the desk, and took out the black and green diary from the deepest part of the drawer.

"July 31st, sunny.

Power Control: Progressive Perfection.

Consider the possibility of developing other capabilities."

After completing the simple recording, Carl closed the notebook.

After experiencing a tragedy a few days ago, he unexpectedly discovered that he had the ability to make objects come alive and serve him.

But this is also the only pleasant thing during this period that can be called a surprise.

"Now..." Carl sighed as he looked at the pencil dancing with his will in front of him and listened to the relatives in the living room arguing over who should adopt him.

"It's time to go have breakfast. I hope Aunt Rose remembers to make breakfast."

Things are not going well in Britain today, especially for the lower-class workers in East London.

The British Empire was "prospering" under the leadership of Thatcher, but it was achieved at the expense of the well-being of countless low-level workers.

In a car accident a few days ago, Carl's parents died on the spot, but Carl miraculously survived without any injuries.

The dead can lie peacefully underground and enjoy eternal happiness, but the living must continue to walk hard in this cold world.

Especially for a child who has just turned eleven.

Especially for children who have little inheritance to inherit.

In the past few days, his relatives have been gathering here to discuss two things:

How to sell this property and pay off the mortgage that Carl's family just took out?

There was no argument about the matter, and he was picked up by one of his father's cousins ​​who was a real estate agent.

Then the second thing became more and more urgent: who would adopt this unfortunate child?

As soon as his uncle David finished talking about the difficulty of raising four children, another relative, Aunt Rose, said that the breadwinner of the family had been fired from the factory for three months and could only support the family's two children by doing odd jobs.

There were other qualified relatives who said similar things.

Unhappy families always have too many similar misfortunes.

Karl didn't blame them. Although he had a smooth life in his previous life, he had seen too many similar stories while teaching in the countryside. When he was lying in bed due to serious illness, the same tragedy happened in the hospital from time to time.

Occurs in the inpatient unit.

There are always too many difficulties in the world related to money. Karl believed that if they had a little bit of spare time, they wouldn't mind giving Karl a bite to eat.

However, being alive is a lucky thing after all.

Karl, who has lived in two lives, has experienced death and resurrection and can experience a new life. In the heart of Karl, the happiness of living can even slightly dilute the sadness of his parents' death.

Maybe this is the drawback of the adult mind?

"Nice magic."

A voice broke Karl's thoughts, and he turned his head. A short, middle-aged man with an oval-shaped head and thin hair was standing behind him.

"Magic? Is this magic? Not a superpower?" Karl repeated doubtfully, and then quickly turned his attention to the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, "Are you a magician?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. There was no expression on his face, but he gave people a convincing and capable temperament: "I am not. But you are. To be precise, you are a wizard. If nothing else happens, then

In a few days, an owl will send you the Hogwarts admission notice."

Hogwarts?

Karl was slightly startled, he had heard of this name.

In the era he lived in, this was a work that had been completed for many years. He had never read the original work, but had only watched a few movies in his childhood.

In his adult years when the details of the entire story have disappeared from memory, Carl heard the news about this IP again because of the news that the author was expelled from the authorship by readers, and the marketing account said "Reality is the villain of the good guys, and reality is the villain"

"The protagonist" is a rather magical thing.

There is also a comparison picture of the heroine Hermione and the actor. It can no longer be simply summarized as "time is a butcher's knife", which impressed Carl deeply.

"So, I am a wizard." Karl tried to remember the setting of that work. "Wait, magic?? So..."

His eyes shone brightly, and the flush of excitement quickly spread from his neck to his entire face.

He looked a little ferocious, and Karl realized that something that was originally impossible seemed to be turning around.

However, now is not the time. Karl suppressed his surging heart and continued to ask:

"So, what about you? A teacher at Hogwarts?"

"Me?" The man put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "Ocono Polo, a devil who was summoned by you and signed a contract with you."

devil?

Karl was stunned again. He suppressed his excitement and recalled the information about the devil in his previous life.

It's a pity that he found nothing. He is an anime fan, and his favorite is "Naruto", not those fantasy works. There are no such mysterious existences in the Chinese language he teaches after work.

Polo continued: "In the past few days, I have gone to deal with some things and walked around this world. There is agitation everywhere, and tragedies happen all the time. It is a very good world."

He seemed very satisfied with the world, with a smile on his face.

"Wait!" Karl interrupted Polo and asked again, "Were you summoned by me?"

"That's right."

"I also signed a contract with you?"

"Why else would I be here?"

"But I...why don't I remember?"

From the moment of his birth, Carl has retained the memory and mind of an adult. In the past eleven years, Carl can swear that he has never touched anything evil, let alone summoned any devil.

He had always thought that he had traveled back to England in the 1980s and was quietly preparing to become a great writer in the future!

Polo smiled slightly: "Given the circumstances at the time, it's normal that you don't remember."

situation at the moment······

Karl's face quickly darkened.

In these eleven years, he only had one moment of coma.

Sure enough, Polo continued: "If it hadn't been for that regrettable car accident, I think we would have missed it forever."

July 24th should have been a happy day. Karl, who had just celebrated his eleventh birthday, was looking forward to when he would start to truly show his talent, and his parents were happy to receive the admission notice from Smelting Middle School.

A happy day to celebrate together.

And then it became a tragedy, through and through.

Karl could no longer remember the situation at that time. He could only remember the bright red eyes, the pain in his body, the wailing in his ears, and the warmth of his hands hugging him.

The warmth gradually decreased, became vague, and finally turned into complete coldness.

As cold as death.

"So what happened?" Carl's red eyes stared at Polo, and he felt a cold fire burning in his heart.

That's not his illusion.

A group of dark green flames suddenly emerged from around the soles of Polo's feet, and quickly formed a circle to trap Polo in place. The tongues of flames moved and stretched like eels, barely missing Polo's boots.

"Really good magic." Polo nodded, "There is no doubt that you are very talented."

The flame suddenly disappeared, leaving the ground intact, as if the flame had never appeared.

"You don't have to be angry with me. Everything is accidental." Polo still spoke so unhurriedly, as if Carl's offense did not exist at all.

"When you were in a car accident, your strong will to survive prompted you to burst into magic riot, but your soul did not belong to this world, so the collision of the two worlds produced a special fragrance. I just smelled this

He planted a fragrance, so he appeared in this world with the help of the tragic blood sacrifice."

"This is the source of my ability?" Karl interjected and asked.

"Yes. But you are still dead. I saved you. Your magic power has just been born. It can only save the souls of you and your parents, but it has no ability to save your bodies. If this continues, you will become wandering people.

The tragic ghost of this world. And then I happened to show up and make a deal with your parents."

"trade?"

"Yes, your parents love you very much, much more than you love them."

"What...what do you...mean?" Karl's face turned pale, and he suddenly realized a possibility.
To be continued...