It was deep in the night and the truck outside the house ran over the wet road and roared.
London was being financialised, Canary Wharf is on the rise, but the street where the orphanage is located is still littered with uncleaned rubbish bags.
There was always the smell of disinfectant in the water of house, but it couldn't cover the stale smell. The caregivers were exhausted and the children were alert like injured animals.
Sheen curled up in his old, cheap synthetic bedding, sound asleep.
Just now, he tested the green talent he had unlocked.
And now having experienced it...
"I was in such hard times before today..." He almost cried tears of joy.
It turns out that you can get a spell correct after three exercises when you had green talent, you know, the talent required to actually be wizard.
It turns out that wizards can perceive the pronunciation of spells.
For example, "Scourgify", he always thought it was "Scour—g—ify", but just now, he had a sudden idea, why can't it be "S—cour—g—ify"?
So in what could only be considered a mystery, he gained the first [apprentice title].
A full 10 proficiency!
He used to make progress in five days,
Now he had reached that level in five seconds!
It was said, the world of wizards was for those with the talent, and he could see why now.
Tomorrow is the day for Professor McGonagall to pick him up, and hopefully he will do well enough to at least meet the minimum scholarship standards.
Speaking of Hogwarts, what are the criteria for the First Year Wizarding Scholarship?
Sheen doesn't know, but he'll definitely reach it.
There's no other reason, it was damn expensive to live.
As long as he can study magic persistently, he will definitely stand at the top of the magic world.
With beautiful fantasies about the future, Sheen fell into a deep sleep.
...
1 September 1991.
Today is a special day, Sheen is leaving the orphanage.
He packed up his clothes quickly, only two liners and two pairs of pants were barely usable. As for the others were either too big or too small.
When he dragged a cheap suitcase to the door of the house, he was surprised to find that there was so little that belonged to him in the orphanage.
"Sheen, you better not be back because you can't afford the tuition fees!!"
Caregiver Anna twisted her fat body, her tone still sharp. There was no 'care' in the tone of the caregiver, how ironic was that, Sheen scrunched brows in anger.
"Don't worry Miss Anna, you won't see me even if i do, you'll definitely be fired by the time i am back!"
After saying this, Sheen slinked to the door, looking back just as the door was about to close, "fucking Cunt!" He quickly rushed away before the large woman could open the door and throw him back in.
Phew—— he can finally give that gas cylinder a proper reprimand. She turned a blind eye to the serious illness of his original body and was one of the culprits for his death.
In this world, no one knows the death of the original body, and Sheen, who traveled from another world, is the only one scolding her was the least he could do, it could be considered the interest collected for the original self.
Normally, this is something he wouldn't dare think about, but now he just had to say it.
With a smile, Sheen trotted to the peeling paint door, where the faded "Hollisay Children's Home" nameplate hung askew, shaking dust in the wind.
Below the nameplate, Professor McGonagall wore square glasses, curly black hair tied in a high bun, and a dark green robe, which paired with a Scottish plaid shirt creating a serious aura.
But when she saw the thin Sheen running over, the corners of her mouth still rose a little.
"Professor McGonagall, I'm sorry I kept you waiting. "
Sheen trotted all the way to Professor McGonagall. He was in poor health he was gasping for air every two steps, but he still ran to Professor McGonagall anyway.
That was the case the last time he saw her as well, and when Professor McGonagall asked why, the little guy responded in a small voice:
"you should run to see important people. "
The old feline didn't say anything, but her heart was already particularly soft for kids like sheen and his words only melted her heart even more.
"You should be slower, Mr green. "
Professor McGonagall's voice wasn't as serious as her expression, and she gently took Sheen's hand, "important events should also be enjoyed" she smiled down at the young boy while he looked back with a golden shine to his eyes "enjoyment, contentment, such things can't be rushed."
He nodded, as the two walked though he noticed the dust in her hair. He made a small sound, as though psyching himself up, he grabbed his thin wand. Pointing up at McGonnagal with large and ready eyes.
"S—cour—g—ify."
As Sheen's wand swung, the dust in Professor McGonagall's hair disappeared.
"Dirty stuff, not on your head now. "
Sheen was still gasping for air, and after casting the spell, his breathing became even more rapid, and the sound he made was light but also stubborn. Professor McGonagall stared at Sheehan with some loss of focus, surprise and relief flashing through his eyes.
"that was the cleansing Curse, how long have you learned it, Mr. Green? "
Professor McGonagall asked as he slowly walked forward, gently holding his hand.
"I just learned it yesterday, Professor."
Sheen stopped gasping for air, his head drooping, his tone cautious and insecure.
"You did a great job, Mr. Green, I am sure you can get that scholarship. "
Professor McGonagall noticed the caution and said the words of encouragement with a smile.
Sheen remained silent, only looking up and gazing at Professor McGonagall with his big, sparkling eyes, then quickly withdrawing his gaze.
Champagne was already popping inside his mind.
According to Professor McGonagall's personality, when she said this, half of the scholarship had already fallen into his pocket. Although it was a bit immoral to act like a poor orphan, Sheen had no choice in living away from the deadly orphanage aside from the scholarship.
His body still needs to be cultivated, and the scholarship is the money he hopes to earn the most.
Sure enough, in the next sentence, Professor McGonagall revealed the news of the scholarship.
"Principal Dumbledore has approved a scholarship of 600 Galleons within the first month if you achieve excellence in all seven subjects. "
Professor McGonagall calmly spoke the news that made Sheen's heart surge, and she looked at the little boy beside her, as if waiting for his smile.
Unexpectedly, Sheehan just lowered his head even more.
It took a long time for his voice to faintly ring out:
"…Thank you, Professor. Actually, I know from the book that Hogwarts does not offer scholarships to first-year wizards. Thank you for allowing me to learn magic."
After saying these words, he stopped speaking
This is what he really means.
Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and then her heart softened even more, just like her smile.
"You deserve it, Mr. Green, and you don't need to thank anyone but yourself for this. "
She glanced at Sheen inadvertently, but collided with his carefully aimed side eye once again.
"How long have you been practicing the spell? "
Before arriving at the platform, Professor McGonagall asked one final question.
"Thirteen hours, Professor."
Sheen answered honestly.
"Total? "
The professor's eyes flickered, as if a little heavy.
"Every day."
...
The train station was bustling with people, and Sheen struggled through the bustling crowd, dragging heavy suitcases.
"Behind that platform is the Hogwarts Express, don't be afraid to rush in, Mr. Green. "
Professor McGonagall's words lingered in his mind. Looking at the solid wall, even though he knew there would be no problem, Sheen still had some concerns. But when he thought that Professor McGonagall might still be looking, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the wall with his eyes closed.
But in the eyes of an older cat girl, Sheen didn't hesitate at all and crashed into the wall.
"That kid trusts you, Minerva. "
An old voice appeared beside Professor McGonagall,
"A perfect score in seven subjects is not an easy task. Do you believe he can do it? "
For some amusement, a certain White Demon King asked this sentence with a smile.
"Albus, if only one person in the entire Hogwarts could do it, I believe it would be that little one. "
Professor McGonagall's eyes were firm, and she was still immersed in that sentence 'for thirteen hours every day.'
Even when she was at her most sleep and food deprived, she could never have studied at such an intensity for two consecutive months.
Not to mention the little wizards at Hogwarts who mess around all day.
"Sheen is a poor kid, and a...well-behaved and sensible kid who deserved that scholarship. "
Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment and made this assessment.
(End of this chapter)