Char gazed at the envelope in his hand, sealed with the Hogwarts crest. Professor Sprout's warm, congratulatory voice echoed beside him.
A rush of emotion welled up in Char's chest.
The magical world?
In his past life, he'd dreamed about this place countless times—the Philosopher's Stone that could turn lead into gold, the ancient Basilisk lurking in the shadows, the Triwizard Tournament where young wizards faced dragons, and the looming threat of Lord Voldemort.
But as he thought more about it, Char's excitement quickly turned to caution.
Wait—this world is dangerous!
His expression grew serious as he muttered to himself, "Always remember, I'm going to Hogwarts for one reason—planting trees, planting trees, and more planting trees! Philosopher's Stone, Basilisk, Triwizard Tournament… none of that has anything to do with me."
Just thinking about planting trees instantly put Char at ease. Nothing brought him more comfort or happiness than digging in the soil and watching things grow. As long as he focused on his plants, he could keep improving himself. What better way to thrive?
Let Harry Potter and the others handle the adventures. Char was content to let the heroes save the day.
At that moment, Professor Sprout turned to him. "If you're ready, Char, let's explore the magical world together. I've prepared your textbooks and cauldron, but you should see where to buy them—and most importantly, you need to choose your wand yourself. Come, take my hand."
Char's eyes lit up with anticipation. The magical world was about to unfold before him, and he was especially excited about the plants—Mandrakes, Devil's Snare, biting cabbages, Whomping Willows! Just imagining planting them filled him with joy. How many rewards would he get?
Of course, he was curious about his wand, too. But Char had already prepared himself: this body was originally a Squib, someone without magic. He'd only received his Hogwarts letter because of the rewards from planting Marguerite flowers. If wizarding talent could be ranked, Harry Potter would be legendary, while Char was probably at the very bottom.
According to Ollivander, the wand chooses the wizard. Would any special wand choose someone like him? He didn't expect holly and phoenix feather, elder wood, or any mythical core. But that didn't bother Char. To him, it was the wizard, not the wand, that truly mattered.
Taking Professor Sprout's rough hand, Char felt a sudden jolt—a loud crack—and the world spun around him, like being flushed down a drain. When he opened his eyes, the famous Leaky Cauldron sign was right in front of him.
Professor Sprout handed him a bag. "It's normal to feel queasy after your first Apparition. Here, use this if you need it."
But Char stood steady, looking perfectly fine. Professor Sprout blinked in surprise. "Char, you're not dizzy at all?"
He glanced at his planting system panel:
[Current Abilities: Photosynthesis (Legendary), Lodging Resistance (Legendary), Life Force Enhancement (Legendary), Strength Enhancement (Legendary), Body Strengthening (Legendary), Heat Resistance (Epic), Drought Resistance (Diamond)...]
[Magic (Bronze)]
His magic was still at the lowest level, but his other abilities were off the charts. Maybe that's why Apparition didn't bother him at all! Years of farming had paid off—even in the magical world.
Char smiled shyly. "I feel great, Aunt. Maybe it's because I exercise a lot."
Professor Sprout beamed with pride. "As expected from a Sprout!"
She led Char through the Leaky Cauldron and showed him how to enter Diagon Alley. "Start from the trash can, count up three bricks, then two across, and tap three times with a wand…"
She handed Char her wand. "Why don't you try?"
Char paused. "Aunt, does it have to be a wand? What if a wizard is out for a walk and forgets it?"
Professor Sprout thought for a moment. "Anything will do, really. A wand is just the most convenient."
Char grinned, pulling a mini shovel from his pocket. He tapped the bricks—clang, clang, clang—and the wall opened into a wide archway.
He stared in delight. "It actually works!"
Professor Sprout glanced at the shovel, amused. "Char… you carry a shovel everywhere?"
He nodded, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Of course! What if I want to plant something and don't have my tools? Wizards can carry wands—why not shovels? Actually, I'd love a magical entrenching tool, or even a tractor. Then I could plant anywhere!"
Professor Sprout laughed, half exasperated, half proud. "For wizards, a wand can do almost anything—even what Muggle tractors do. But let's get you a wand first."
With that, they stepped together into the bustling heart of Diagon Alley, ready to begin Char's magical journey.