I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 1 How come I, who live in the magical world, have become so primitive?

"Your Excellency Rhine, the Department of Literature at Cambridge University has sent you another invitation. They are eager to invite you as a tenured professor in the Department of Literature."

"The publisher would like to confirm the schedule of the book signing event with you again. For your safety, they are hiring a top-level security team."

"Your eleventh birthday is coming up soon, and the Times of London has confirmed that this will be their front page headline."

The meticulous butler, dressed in a suit and tie, was reporting the to-do items one by one.

The person who listened to the report was not a senior political official or a business tycoon, but a child who looked to be in his early ten years old.

This is Rhine, the most famous literary genius in Britain and even the world.

There is no doubt that Rhine is a time traveler.

From an ordinary young man traveling to this world, and from an orphanage to a world-renowned young writer, ten years have passed unknowingly.

If nothing unexpected happens, Rhine feels that he can live a textbook life in this life.

His name will also be included in literary history textbooks a hundred years from now.

But as expected, the accident happened.

Rhine looked at the pen on his desk. It had delicate patterns and a reflective metallic luster, like a fine work of art.

This was a tenth birthday gift from the Queen of England to him. It is said that extremely rare metal elements were added to it, which can make the pen almost never wear out.

This implies that one hopes that Rhine’s talent will never fade, so that Britain may once again have a literary giant comparable to Shakespeare.

But now, the pen is twisted into a ball like a pretzel.

Rhine took a deep breath.

The only thing he remembered was that he had a writer's block yesterday. He was in a very bad mood and wanted to break the pen in his hand.

Then, the pen was twisted into this shape by an inexplicable force, and he fell asleep in fatigue.

Looking at this pen now, Rhine felt that his three views had been strongly impacted.

"Is it a dream?"

"Or is it just a prank?"

One guess after another flashed through Rhine's mind, and was rejected by him one after another.

Dreams can't be that real.

As for a prank, that's even more impossible.

Only the butler was allowed to clean his study, and this reliable and almost stubborn butler would never pull such a prank.

"That leaves only one final explanation."

Rhine stared at his palm in a trance.

The force that twisted the pen was real.

magic?

Psychodynamic power?
Or something else?
Is this a world where supernatural powers exist?!

The butler's voice gradually lowered as he reported.

He could see that Rhine was lost in thought as never before, and the rule of this mansion was that no one could disturb Rhine when he was thinking.

Otherwise, if they interrupt Rhine's flash of inspiration and let the next work that can shine in the British and even world literary world be strangled in the cradle, the eagerly waiting book fans will really tear them apart.

At this moment, Rhine suddenly seemed to remember something.

"This year is 1991, such a familiar year..."

"When was I born? 1980."

He walked to the bookshelf and found a newspaper from 1980 among the neatly arranged creative materials.

The front pages of newspapers everywhere are reporting all kinds of strange things.

Some people swore that they saw people in strange costumes gathering on the streets, and some said they saw flying brooms.

What's more, some people are certain that they saw a motorcycle flying in the sky.

Seeing this, a flash of lightning flashed through Rhine's mind. He finally understood where he was. This was the world of Harry Potter!

I must have the talent of a wizard. The power that distorted the pen was the manifestation of my magical riot!
Just then, the bell signaling midnight rang.

Rhine's eleventh birthday has officially arrived.

Just then, the sound of flapping wings came from outside the window.

Rhine had an idea and asked the butler to open the window.

The next moment, amid the butler's exclamation, an owl flew into Rhine's study and dropped a strange letter on Rhine's desk.

Looking at the envelope with the lion, eagle, badger and snake emblems, the butler's face was full of shock.

"Your Excellency Rhine, is this letter... a prank by a reader?"

"We've already told the post office that we'll only accept mail from those on their whitelist. Which crazy reader thought of using an owl to send you a letter?"

"Let me take care of it."

Rhine looked serious.

"Okay, Flanders, I know where this letter came from. Go out first and close the door."

Butler Flanders hesitated for a moment, then turned and left, closing the study door.

Rhine took a deep breath, opened the envelope, and the contents on the parchment inside came into view.

Dear Mr. Rhine Snow, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies.

[Term begins September 1st. We will await your owl reply by July 31st.]

"Hogwarts notification..."

It is impossible not to be excited when seeing it, after all, it represents the ticket to the magical world.

Who hasn’t had a magical dream in their heart after watching Harry Potter?

But if Rhine remembered correctly, the later the magic riot phenomenon appeared, the worse the talent in magic was.

Peerless geniuses like Dumbledore and Grindelwald all experienced magical riots at an early age.

In the original novel, Neville, who was almost suspected of being a Squib, had his magical riot come much later.

Rhine's magical riot didn't occur until the day before he turned eleven, which was just enough to make it to the deadline for receiving the Hogwarts admission letter. His talent was a bit poor.

Rhine looked depressed.

"Forget it. If you want to achieve great success in the wizarding world, it seems unlikely that you can punch Dumbledore and kick Voldemort."

"Or I can just lie down peacefully in the magic world, never get involved in those dangerous events, be a nobody, and spend most of my time being a literary giant."

“If only there was a system…”

Immediately, Rhine picked up the Hogwarts admission letter.

Just at this moment, a ding sound rang in his ears.

【System on】

Rhine shuddered, his eyes filled with ecstasy.

The system is really here?

Is it the kind of system that is only bound after receiving the admission letter?
Rhine doesn't care whether it's the magic god system, the potion system, or the alchemy system.

[Congratulations to the host for joining the Chan Sect. The Honghuang human connection system is officially bound.]

Rhine stood there in a daze.

"?"

"What do you say?"

"This is the fucking magic world, what the hell is this prehistoric human connection system?"

(End of this chapter)