Generally, the difficulty of tasks in the early stages of a game isn't very high.

Most of them are tasks that can be completed by just following the process.

There are rarely any tasks that deter players right from the start.

This game is no different.

With the Hogwarts acceptance letter, whether it's entering Hogwarts School to study or going to Diagon Alley to buy a wand, these are essentially confirmed matters.

There is one thing he needs to treat with caution next.

What's the first thing to do after gaining magic?

Of course, it's to see its power.

“Avada Keda…”

The input of magic is directly proportional to its power.

Chen Yu clearly sensed an inexplicable energy gathering at his fingertips.

Tiny green flickers converged at the tip of his index finger, as if a green beam of light would shoot out from his fingertip the next second.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned; Chen Yu tried for a long time but couldn’t cast the Killing Curse.

It felt like having gas in his stomach but being unable to release it.

Chen Yu felt a bit uncomfortable from holding it in.

“Warning: The current player’s skill level is insufficient to perform wandless casting!”

“Warning: Forcibly attempting wandless casting beyond your level will cause irreversible damage to the player’s body!”

Irreversible damage?

What is that?

Could it be a reduction in his HP bar’s maximum?

Listen to advice, eat your fill.

Although he really wanted to try the power of Avada Kedavra, Chen Yu decided to wait until he acquired a wand before testing its effect.

“Shhh ~ Shhh ~ Shhh ~”

A series of footsteps echoed through the silent orphanage.

The footsteps grew from distant to near.

If it were a horror game, Chen Yu would already be ready to run.

But this is The Magical World of Hogwarts, adapted from Harry Potter.

He couldn't imagine a Soul-like supernatural BOSS appearing right at the beginning.

But out of caution, Chen Yu still lay on the bed, pulled the covers over himself, and pretended to be asleep.

“Knock knock knock, Little Chen Yu, are you asleep? Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts School would like to discuss your enrollment and is prepared to sponsor you to attend Hogwarts School.”

An old woman’s voice came from outside the door, a somewhat familiar voice, that of the Old Director Lisa from the memories provided by his identity card.

“Not… not asleep… yet, Grandma… Lisa…”

Chen Yu lay in bed, pretending to be weak, and responded softly.

The system assigned him the identity of an orphan patient suffering from lightning injuries; he couldn’t just jump up and open the door for them, could he?

Moreover, Chen Yu had no masochistic tendencies; even with the pain set to 10%, making large movements still hurt a bit.

The sound of the door opening followed, and Chen Yu slightly raised his head to look.

An old woman and a tall middle-aged woman entered.

The old woman had curly white hair, wore a coarse brown long dress, and an apron, washed yellow, over it. Dense wrinkles covered her face, yet her eyes were still bright and full of pity when she looked at Chen Yu.

This was the orphanage’s Old Director — Helen Lisa, over 60 years old, a kind and loving elder.

The other tall woman had her dark hair pulled into a tight bun, wore a dark green robe, square glasses, and a serious, unsmiling expression.

This was Ms. Minerva McGonagall, a Hogwarts Professor and Head of Gryffindor.

“Little Chen Yu is a poor child I found at the orphanage gate eleven years ago. It was a stormy night, and little Yu was drenched, crying loudly. I found a note on him with just two symbols, blurred by the rain. Later, an Asian traveler came to town, and I asked him about it. He told me it was ‘Chen Yu.’ I believe these two characters must be the name given to him by his parents, so I called him Chen Yu.”

“He has always been a sensible child, but unfortunately, fate has not been kind to him. Yesterday’s heavy rain came so suddenly; Chen Yu was just helping the caregivers collect the quilts drying on the railing, but he was struck by lightning…” Old Director Lisa’s expression dimmed, “The doctors in town were helpless, only able to provide simple treatment. Little Chen Yu’s current physical condition is not suitable for school, so Ms. McGonagall, regarding what you said about little Chen Yu’s enrollment, it will likely have to be postponed…”

“May I examine his injuries? Perhaps I can heal Chen Yu’s lightning injuries.”

Professor McGonagall seriously observed the little boy lying on the wooden bed.

The little boy on the bed had his chest and back wrapped in bandages, was small and seemed a bit undernourished. The suffering had not broken this little boy; there was no trace of fear or tears in his eyes, only a maturity beyond his age, and the liveliness and curiosity befitting his age.

Children with black eyes and black hair and Eastern features were not common in England, especially Eastern Wizards with wizarding blood, who were rare among the rare.

Little Wizards who awaken their wizarding blood experience a magical outburst when their spirit is stimulated. It manifests various magical powers due to the Little Wizard’s intense emotional fluctuations, and many Wizards see it as a sign of a Little Wizard possessing magic during childhood.

However, the phenomenon of magical outbursts does not occur only once in a lifetime. Young Little Wizards lack systematic guidance and cannot control and use the magic within their bodies, only unconsciously releasing it through emotional mediums.

When a wizarding child is physically or psychologically abused or oppressed and forced to use magic, they experience extreme emotional distress. Incorrect spell-casting methods and extreme pain are the best breeding ground for an Obscurus.

The Obscurus is a force beyond the host’s control. The host’s pain, anger, or other intense emotions can release the Obscurus, causing immense destruction to the surroundings, making it a very dangerous power.

It is precisely for this reason that, to prevent more Little Wizards from becoming hosts of Obscuruses, magical schools came into being.

All age-appropriate Little Wizards need to receive proper magical education, learn to guide the magic within their bodies, and become true Wizards.

Originally, the Hogwarts acceptance letter should have been personally delivered to the Little Wizard by an owl, and she would visit the next day. However, today she happened to quietly visit Harry Potter on Privet Drive, and on her way back, she saw a Hogwarts owl flying out of this orphanage, looking a bit miffed.

On a whim, she decided to drop by early to check the situation.

But she didn’t expect that the Little Wizard who triggered the magical outburst was unfortunately struck by lightning during a thunderstorm and seemed to be in poor condition.

Old Director Lisa looked at Professor McGonagall with delight: “Didn’t you say you are a professor at Hogwarts School? Could Hogwarts be a medical school?”

“No, Director Lisa, I am not a physician, but a Wizard.”

Old Director Lisa stared nervously at Professor McGonagall. From Professor McGonagall’s demeanor, attire, and confident tone, she didn’t seem like a liar or a lunatic, but how could any sane adult say they were a Wizard?

Wizards, weren’t they just villain characters parents used to scare children?

Or a group of magic-wielding humans fabricated in books.

In reality, she had never heard of the existence of Wizards.

Hogwarts enrolls Muggle students every year, and Professor McGonagall had seen this skeptical gaze countless times, so she wasn’t angry. She simply elegantly drew her wand and lightly waved it at Chen Yu’s shoes by the bed. One of the shoes instantly transformed into a mouse, scurrying around the bed and squeaking.

“Since the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was signed in 1689 and formally established in 1692, Wizards have completely gone into hiding, making it difficult to inquire about Wizards in the outside world.”

“Hogwarts is not a Muggle school. Hogwarts is the only magic school in all of Britain, governed by the British Ministry of Magic, and it is a Wizarding school that teaches Little Wizards how to use and control magic.”

Professor McGonagall’s tone was relaxed and confident, full of pride for her school.

Old Director Lisa did not feel any malice from Professor McGonagall. She just stared at Professor McGonagall’s wand, slightly turned, and made some space for Professor McGonagall.

Although she was very surprised by the transformation of the shoe into a mouse, Old Director Lisa no longer doubted Professor McGonagall’s identity as a Wizard.

Turning a shoe into a moving mouse clearly went beyond the scope of magic tricks; only the legendary magic could accomplish such a feat.

If she could truly heal little Chen Yu, what harm was there in believing that the other party was a Wizard?

“Mr. Chen Yu, I am going to use magic to treat your injuries. Do you agree?”

Chen Yu nodded slightly.

After receiving his answer, Professor McGonagall walked to Chen Yu’s bedside, carefully examined the burns on Chen Yu’s arm, and then checked the condition of the skin under the bandages. She continued to speak to Old Director Lisa and Chen Yu: “Although I am not as skilled in medicine as Madam Pomfrey, I do have a way to treat injuries caused by ordinary lightning strikes.”

“Watch closely; this might be the first magical spell you encounter in your Little Wizards career.”

“Simply wave your wand lightly and utter the incantation: Vulnera Sanentur!”

A blue light surged from Professor McGonagall’s wand and fell upon Chen Yu.

Instantly, Chen Yu felt as if his body was soaking in a hot spring, warm and very comfortable.

When the blue light dissipated, Chen Yu was surprised to find that the lightning injuries on his body no longer hurt.

He removed the bandage from his arm.

Indeed, the originally gruesome wound beneath the arm bandage had disappeared, and his skin had become clean and smooth.

Chen Yu then removed the bandage wrapped around his chest; those lightning injuries had also healed.

Chen Yu felt a bit envious of his in-game self. How wonderful it would be if the lightning injuries on his real body could also disappear instantly with a flick of a wand like this.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Yu felt a headache again.

Although his workplace would reimburse the medical expenses for this incident, they certainly wouldn't cover the medical expenses for subsequent treatments. Just thinking about the hundreds of thousands in medical bills for treating large-area burns and skin grafts made his head ache.

Fortunately, there were no burn marks on his face, otherwise, whether he could even go out and meet people would be a problem.

“What’s wrong, Chen Yu? Do you still feel pain anywhere?”

Professor McGonagall, seeing Chen Yu silent, thought he hadn't been fully healed and asked with concern.

“No, I just remembered ‘Alice.’ If I had known this magic then, perhaps Alice wouldn’t have died.”

Alice?

Professor McGonagall looked at Director Lisa with some doubt.

“Alice was a stray kitten little Chen Yu adopted previously. She was born with a limp, and later climbed onto the eaves, fell from there, and hurt her belly, dying in pain. Little Chen Yu buried her behind the yard. He probably feels that if he had known magic, he could have saved Alice.”

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall was moved by the Little Wizard’s kindness and handed Chen Yu a bottle of potion.

“What a kind child. I have a bottle of essence of dittany here, which can almost instantly heal cuts, lacerations, and other external injuries. It also has good effects on burns and lightning injuries. It’s a work by a Potions Master. It’s for you. If you feel any pain, just drip a drop on the painful spot.”

essence of dittany? A healing potion? This is a good item!

The Potions Master Professor McGonagall mentioned should be Professor Snape, right?

Chen Yu took the potion bottle from McGonagall’s hand and quickly said thank you.

Although this healing potion was nothing to Professor McGonagall, to Chen Yu, it was a rare healing potion in the game.

“Obtained Healing Potion: essence of dittany.”

“A powerful healing potion personally crafted by a Potions Master, capable of almost instantly healing cuts, lacerations, and other external injuries.”

“What a polite child.” Professor McGonagall patted Chen Yu’s little head, “Would you like to come to Hogwarts School to learn magic?”

“Of course, I would!”

Chen Yu said very loudly.

“Alright, let’s end our discussion here for today. Mr. Chen Yu, please rest well. Tomorrow, I will take you to Diagon Alley to purchase the necessary books and other equipment. For Little Wizards like you, Hogwarts School will specifically provide scholarships to support your normal studies, so you don’t need to worry about money.”

Saying this, Professor McGonagall walked to the door, transformed the mouse that was still squeaking around the bed back into a shoe, and bid farewell to Old Director Lisa and Chen Yu.

“Goodbye! Ms. Helen Lisa.”

“Goodbye! Mr. Chen Yu.”

A crackling sound echoed in the air.

Professor McGonagall’s figure instantly vanished before Old Director Lisa and Chen Yu.

Old Director Lisa looked at the spot where Professor McGonagall disappeared with a complex expression, while Chen Yu looked at the spot where Professor McGonagall disappeared with bright eyes.

Apparition, he really wanted to learn it.

That way, he could go wherever he wanted, how convenient.

After Professor McGonagall left, Old Director Lisa gave Chen Yu a complicated look and then left the room.

Chen Yu lay on the bed, recalling Professor McGonagall and Director Lisa’s actions, behaviors, and words.

He felt that their character models were too exquisite; their behavior and movements were completely indistinguishable from real people.

By the way, how do you fast-forward this game? He couldn’t just lie there blankly until the next day, could he? That would be too silly.

Since his lightning injuries had been healed by Professor McGonagall, why not wander around the orphanage?

As soon as this thought crossed Chen Yu’s mind, a system prompt suddenly appeared before his eyes.

“Current game time: 21:37:42”

“Player detected preparing to enter sleep mode”

“Does the player choose to enter sleep mode?”

“In sleep mode, the player’s spirit and magic will recover significantly.”

Entering sleep mode in a dream game?

Interesting.

Chen Yu silently thought to enter sleep.

“Please set deep sleep duration: 0-24 hours”

“Set 10 hours”

“Player is about to enter sleep mode. Wishing the player a pleasant rest!”