I'm at Hogwarts, what the heck is this Primordial System?

Chapter 1: Me, from the Magic World, How Did I End up in the Primordial Era?

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

"The publisher wants to reconfirm the book signing schedule with you. For your safety, they are hiring the highest-level security team."

"Your eleventh birthday is just around the corner, and The Times and The London Times have already confirmed that it will be their front-page headline."

The meticulous butler, dressed in a suit and tie, was reporting on the tasks to be completed one by one.

The person listening to the report was not a high-ranking political figure or a business tycoon, but a child who looked to be just over ten years old.

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

Without a doubt, Rhine was a time traveler.

He traveled from an ordinary young man to this world, and from an orphanage to a world-renowned young literary giant. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Rhine felt that he could live a textbook-perfect life in this lifetime.

His name will be recorded in literary history textbooks a century from now.

But unsurprisingly, an accident occurred.

Rhein looked at the fountain pen on his desk, which 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, and it is said that it contains extremely rare metallic elements that make the pen virtually indestructible.

This symbolizes the hope that Rhine's talent will never fade, and that in this way, England may once again produce a literary giant comparable to Shakespeare.

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

Rhine took a deep breath.

The only thing he remembered was that he had writer's block yesterday, which made him quite frustrated, and he felt like smashing the pen in his hand.

Then, the pen was twisted into this shape by some inexplicable force, and he fell asleep from exhaustion.

Looking at this pen now, Rhein felt that his worldview had been severely shaken.

"Was it a dream?"

"Or is it a prank?"

One guess after another flashed through Rhine's mind, only to be rejected by him one after another.

Dreams are never that real.

As for pranks, that's even less likely.

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

"That leaves only one explanation."

Rhine stared blankly at his palm.

That force that distorted the pen was real.

magic?

Telekinesis?

Or something else entirely?

Is this a world where supernatural powers exist?!

The butler's voice gradually lowered as he reported.

He could tell that Rhine was deep in thought like never before, and the rule of this mansion was that no one could disturb Rhine when he was thinking.

Otherwise, if they were to interrupt Rhine's flashes of inspiration and stifle the next work that could shine in the British and even world literary scene in its infancy, the eagerly awaiting fans would truly tear them apart.

At that moment, Rhine suddenly seemed to remember something.

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

"What was my birthdate again? 1980."

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

Newspapers across the country are reporting all sorts of strange things on their front pages.

Some people confidently claimed to have seen people in strange costumes gathering in the street, while others claimed to have seen flying brooms.

Even more extreme, some people insisted that they saw a motorcycle that could fly in the sky.

Upon seeing these, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Rhein's mind.

He finally realized where he was: he was in the world of Harry Potter!

I must have the talent of a wizard; the power that twisted the pen was a manifestation of my magical outburst!

Just then, the clock struck midnight.

Rhine's eleventh birthday has officially arrived.

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

Rhine had a sudden thought and asked the butler to open the window.

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

The butler was utterly shocked as he looked at the envelope bearing the emblems of a lion, eagle, badger, and snake.

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

"We've already informed the post office that we only accept mail from organizations on their whitelist. Which crazy reader thought of sending you mail by owl?"

"Let me handle it."

The latest novel is first published here!

Rhine, on the other hand, looked serious.

"Alright, Flander, I know where this letter came from. You can go out now and close the door behind you."

Flander, the butler, hesitated for a moment before turning and leaving, closing the study door behind him.

Rhein took a deep breath, opened the envelope, and saw the contents of the parchment inside.

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

The semester begins on September 1st. We await your reply by July 31st.

"Hogwarts acceptance letter..."

It's impossible not to be excited when you see it, after all, it represents your ticket to the magical world.

Who hasn't dreamed of magic after reading Harry Potter?

But if Rhine remembers correctly, the later the magical surge occurs, the worse one's magical talent is.

Geniuses like Dumbledore and Grindelwald experienced magical upheavals at a very young age.

Neville, who was almost suspected of being a Squib in the original story, experienced a magical outburst much later.

Rhine's magical outburst didn't occur until the day before he turned eleven, just in time for the deadline to receive his Hogwarts acceptance letter. His talent is rather lacking.

Rhine looked sullen.

"Forget it, it seems unlikely that I can achieve great things in the wizarding world, like beating Dumbledore or kicking Voldemort."

"Or I could just lie low in the magical world, never get involved in any dangerous events, be a nobody, and spend most of my time being a great writer."

"If only there were a system..."

Immediately, Rhine picked up the Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Just then, a ding sounded in his ear.

[System Enabled]

Rhine jumped, his eyes flashing with wild joy.

The system actually arrived?

Is it one of those systems that only binds you after you receive your acceptance letter?

Whether it's a magic god system, a potion system, or an alchemy system, Rhine doesn't care.

[Congratulations, host, on joining the Chan Sect! The Primordial Network System is now officially bound to you.]

Rhine stood there, stunned.

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"What did you say?"