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Summer, 1991
The afterglow of the setting sun slowly faded as the red clouds scattered across the sky.
On a small hill near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole stood a massive black cylindrical house, tilted slightly and shaped in a peculiar way. Though it was clearly visible atop the hill, not everyone could see it or would come close to it.
As the home of the Lovegood family, this strange structure was protected by Muggle-Repelling Charms and other concealment spells to keep non-magical creatures and Muggles away.
Inside the house, in a room on the second floor, a boy lay on a wooden bed. He had a handsome face, long, silver-white hair.
Slowly, he opened his blue eyes.
He frowned, confused by the unfamiliar surroundings.
Then, suddenly, a flood of fragmented memories rushed into his mind—blinding headlights, the screech of tires against the road, panicked screams…
Yas remembered—he had been in a car accident. The memories were so vivid that they felt more real than a dream.
Was he... not dead?
Not even admitted to the hospital?
But this wasn't a hospital.
Where was he?
The setting sun was blinding, and Yas instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.
That's when he saw it—a small, delicate hand.
It was the hand of a young boy, no older than ten or eleven.
Hallucination?
But everything felt too real to be mere hallucination!
And the touch... it was also very real!
Did he become a child!?
Yas froze in shock as a wild thought surged through his mind.
Could it be… regression?
Before he could fully process the confusion and turmoil in his heart, a voice sounded from outside the door—a middle-aged man's voice, slightly muffled but clearly tinged with frustration and helplessness.
"Luna, you're being reckless again!"
"How could you bring a Muggle child home? If anyone at the Ministry of Magic finds out, we'll be in serious trouble! I thought you at least understood the importance of the Statute of Secrecy!"
Then came a reply—light, dreamy, and pleasant to the ear. It was a little girl's voice.
"Daddy, how do you know he's a Muggle? Maybe… he's like us?"
"Impossible!" the man's voice snapped back.
"The only other magical family around here besides us, Lovegoods, is the Weasleys—and it's obvious this boy doesn't have their red hair!"
"He must be from one of the nearby Muggle villages. Probably wandered too far while playing and got lost."
"We should take him to the Muggle police station…"
"Well, that's what Muggles call their official law enforcement agency, right?"
"No, Daddy. Didn't you see that boy's beautiful silver hair? It's so unique—he's definitely not ordinary Muggle," the little girl insisted, her voice firm and unwavering.
The man sighed, his voice deep and weary. "I can't do anything with you…"
There was a moment of silence. Then the voice returned.
"Fine. You can keep him here until he wakes up."
"Really~?" the girl exclaimed, her voice filled with joy—light and inexplicably endearing.
"But once he's awake, he must leave," the man said again, this time with a firm, unquestionable tone.
"That's not fair!" the girl protested, annoyed.
But the deep voice gave no response.
Heavy footsteps retreated down the stairs.
A door creaked open, followed by the dull thuds of feet on the wooden floor below.
Yas instinctively shut his eyes again.
He heard soft footsteps approach the bed.
The girl seemed to be barefoot, and when she spoke, her voice was quiet—barely above a whisper.
"Daddy is so stingy. Why can't he just let you stay here?"
The girl's slightly frustrated voice reached the boy's ears, followed by the gentle touch of a small, cool hand on his forehead. Her fingers were clumsy but careful.
"Strange… he doesn't feel sick. So why hasn't he woken up yet?"
Yas's long, delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, but he kept his eyes closed.
His heart was anything but calm.
He had clearly heard the conversation between the deep-voiced man and the little girl. Strangely, although they were speaking in a language different from the one he was familiar with, he could understand everything they said.
Muggle?
Magic village?
Luna… Lovegood?
The Weasley family?
These names were all too familiar to Yas.
He had loved the Harry Potter series since he was a child. Even after graduating from college and becoming a corporate worker, he would occasionally rewatch the films to revisit that enchanting world.
And now, all of this felt surreal—like magic itself.
Based on what he had observed and heard, with a bit of logical analysis and elimination of all other possibilities, only one conclusion remained—no matter how unbelievable it seemed.
He had somehow… traveled into the world of Harry Potter!
And somehow, he had ended up in the house of that famously odd girl—Luna Lovegood!
Beside his ear, little Luna's sweet voice continued to drift.
"Are you really just a Muggle?" she asked softly, her airy, pleasant tone tinged with regret. It felt more like she was talking to herself than expecting an answer.
"I wish you were like me. Then we could keep each other company and play together, don't you think?"
"Maybe… we could go to Hogwarts together in the future. Oh, but if you're a Muggle, you probably haven't heard of it. It's one of the best schools in the wizarding world!"
"It's where the greatest white wizard, Albus Dumbledore, is headmaster!"
There was admiration and a trace of longing in her voice.
Hearing this, Yas quickly composed himself.
He had to accept it—he really had traveled into the world of Harry Potter.
But now what? His current identity seemed to be that of an ordinary Muggle with no magical abilities.
Had he crossed time and space into this incredible world… only to be stuck on the sidelines, unable to truly experience its wonders?
That thought was undeniably disappointing.
Yas sighed quietly to himself.
Perhaps once Yas wakes up, her Daddy would cast a Forgetfulness Charm to erase her memory.
His brief connection to the magical world might vanish completely, leaving his life to drift toward an uncertain and mundane future.
The thought left a hollow feeling in his heart.
Suddenly, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
[Host detected. Academic Master System binding in progress…]
[Matching identity based on the magical world's background…]
[Identity match successful. The host has been assigned as the sole heir of one of the twenty-eight sacred pure-blood families: Aris Shafiq of the Shafiq family.]
[Identity information has been automatically integrated and rationalized into this world.]
[System binding gift pack has been issued. Please check it at your convenience.]
New memories surged into Yas's mind—memories that did not belong to him. They told the story of Aris Shafiq: his lineage, his life from birth until now, and the history of the ancient Shafiq family.
At the same time, Yas—no, Aris Shafiq—was startled by the sudden voice of the system. He had kept his eyes closed, pretending to be unconscious, but now his attention was completely drawn inward.
In his mind's eye, a radiant golden gift bag appeared, glowing with brilliant light.
Was this... the legendary "golden finger"? The essential starter package for every dimensional traveller?
Excitement surged through him, and he focused all his attention on the floating gift bag.
"Open the gift pack!" he commanded in his mind.
The golden bag slowly unfolded, releasing a dazzling light.
[Congratulations! The host has received the innate ability: Photographic Memory.]
[Congratulations! The host has received the innate ability: Super Thinking.]
[Congratulations! The host has received the innate ability: Super Speed Reading.]
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