Beginning With A Ticket To Azkaban

July 26, 1991.

Surrey, Staines, Thames, on the second floor of a luxurious villa.

Facing the morning sun, Ethan Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the envelope in his hand with a dazed expression.

Just now, Ethan, who had just woken up and had not fully recovered yet, heard a rapid knocking sound coming from the window.

The knocking sound, on the second floor and outside, made Ethan realize something. He quickly got up, opened the window, and saw an owl fluttering in, holding a letter in its feet—the very one now in Ethan's hand.

The detailed address and "Mr. Ethan Adrian" were clearly written on the envelope in dark green ink.

On the back was a crimson wax seal with a shield-shaped emblem composed of a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding the letter "H."

This day had finally come!

As a transmigator who had also become a wealthy third-generation heir, he had a plan for the future. He dabbled in finance and stocks and opened a startup in his spare time. He never imagined how happy his life would be.

But things didn't go as he expected. This world was not ordinary.

In the second grade of elementary school, after the class was re-divided, there was a boy named Harry Potter in the class. He had a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. During recess, a fat boy named Dudley came to pick a fight with him.

From that moment on, Ethan understood what kind of world he had come to—"Hermione and Her Two Good Children."

After thinking for three seconds, Ethan thought it was fine not to know magic. After all, magic and Muggles were two separate societies. If you couldn't handle them, couldn't you just avoid them?

Wouldn't it be easier if you simply didn't interact with them?

But within a month of that, Ethan experienced a magic riot, proving that he had the qualifications to be a wizard.

And with wizarding qualifications, he had to enroll.

Of course, he could have chosen other magic schools in different countries, like Ilvermorny.

Except for the years when Voldemort was resurrected, the life of Muggle-born wizards in other magic schools might not have been better than at Hogwarts.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, Ethan opened the envelope in his hand with some distress and took out the parchment inside.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Head of the International Confederation of Wizards, Supreme Mugwump, First-Class Order of Merlin)

Dear Mr. Adrian: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

Just as Ethan finished reading the admission notice, a golden interface suddenly appeared in front of him.

The sensation was wonderful. There was something extra in front of him, but it didn't obstruct Ethan's vision. He could see everything around him and this interface at the same time.

The interface was very simple and could be understood at a glance.

Name: Ethan Adrian 

Age: 11 

Bloodline: Wizard 

Talent: "Excess Soul" (A more solid soul brings higher learning efficiency and faster spell-casting speed.) "Strong Body" (Improves physical fitness and adaptability to magic through exercise.) 

Spells: None 

In addition to his basic information, there was a red gift box tied with a ribbon in the lower right corner.

There was no doubt that this was his rookie gift package.

Although this "golden finger" seemed pretty basic, it was better than nothing.

Without this "golden finger," it wouldn't have been easy to survive in the magical world where bloodlines held extreme power. Now, Ethan was in a good mood.

He hadn't expected to have talent, though.

"Excess Soul" must have come from his transmigration experience, and he did have strong learning abilities.

"Strong Body" was likely the physical talent from this life. Ethan was taller and stronger than his peers. Previously, he thought it was just the result of serious exercise. After all, if you wanted to do anything, you'd need a healthy and strong body.

But he hadn't expected that this talent would extend to magic.

From this perspective, it seemed like he could have done just fine without the "golden finger."

The red-ribboned gift box was his newbie gift pack.

When Ethan focused on it, information flooded into his mind.

Newbie gift pack: Three random full-level spells, wishing you a smooth journey into magic.

Three full-level spells—this gift pack was still quite generous.

Magic in this world was completely idealistic, and each spell wasn't as simple as it seemed. Even the simplest spell could still pack a punch if practiced well.

For example, the Lumos spell could be used like a flashbang, and the bombardment spell could work as a sort of human explosion spell. 

And this was only basic magic—there was no need to mention the more advanced spells.

Ethan was European in this life, so his luck couldn't be that bad.

As the bow-shaped ribbon slowly spread out, three golden lights shot into the sky.

They were golden, or three consecutive golds, and Ethan's smile was about to twist with joy.

As the golden light faded, something appeared in the spell column on the panel. But before Ethan could see clearly, his smile froze in place.

In Ethan's vision, he was no longer in his room but in a wilderness, with pale people all around him.

They were wailing, struggling, and rolling on the ground.

From time to time, green lights flashed, causing the struggling and wailing people to fall silent.

Some people stood dazed, their lifeless eyes staring at him.

"Crucio!" (Torture Curse)

"Avada Kedavra!" (Killing Curse)

"Imperio!" (Imperius Curse)

As the increasingly sinister spells echoed in Ethan's mind, his head grew heavy, his eyes bloodshot, and he became unsteady on his feet.

A few minutes later, Ethan sat up from the bed again. He had completely mastered these three spells. He didn't need a wand or an incantation—he could cast them instinctively.

At this point, the spells section had also changed.

Spells: Killing Curse (Level 10), Cruciatus Curse (Level 10), Imperius Curse (Level 10)

Were these spells powerful? Yes, very powerful—Voldemort's favorites!

But these three spells couldn't be used!

They were Unforgivable Curses, and using them on someone meant a lifetime sentence in Azkaban.

Before Ethan could sigh, the panel jumped again.

[Falling into Darkness]

A self-degrading soul is walking further and further down the path of a dark wizard.

Achievement goal: Learn the Unforgivable Curses (3/3)

Achievement reward: Enhanced dark magic talent

[I Am the Darkness]

Treading on flesh and blood, playing with souls, reaping lives, and falling into darkness? No, I am the darkness.

Achievement goal: Master the Unforgivable Curses (3/3)

Achievement reward: Talent "Heart of Darkness" (improve black magic talent, cast black magic without emotional influence)

[The Mastermind]

Incredible! You, who seem harmless, are actually the one hiding the deepest.

Achievement goal: No one knows that you have mastered the Unforgivable Curses (3/3)

Achievement reward: Use any magic without being detected, as long as it's not witnessed by your own eyes

"What the hell is this hinting at?"

Seeing these achievements, Ethan's expression stiffened. Didn't this mean that he wasn't a good person?

"Coo, coo, coo!"

The cry of an owl interrupted Ethan, who was still in shock.

This reminded him that he still had to write a reply, and of course, he had to prepare some food for the owl first.