Far above the sleeping streets of Britain, Albus Dumbledore stood silently beneath the cold night sky. For the briefest moment, an absurd thought crossed his mind.
Should he simply kidnap the boy and bring him straight to Hogwarts?
The idea vanished almost immediately.
Dumbledore gave a helpless shake of his head, amused by his own momentary lapse in judgement. Then, with a soft crack, he Apparated away and returned to Hogwarts as though nothing unusual had happened at all.
Meanwhile, if one rewound time by only two minutes, the scene inside the Anderson household had looked far less peaceful.
Violent dark magic had exploded through the room like a raging storm. Black mist twisted wildly around Logan Anderson's body while furniture shook and cracked under the pressure. The windows rattled violently as magical energy surged out of control.
At that moment, Logan resembled a living bomb.
It felt as though one wrong movement would reduce everything around him to ruins.
Yet just as the terrifying power reached its peak, the mysterious spellbook suddenly appeared before him.
The ancient grimoire floated silently in the air, its worn cover radiating a strange and ancient aura. Then it opened by itself.
A powerful force erupted from the pages.
The black mist surrounding Logan was instantly pulled toward the book like water rushing into a whirlpool. The violent magical energy filling the room was devoured completely. Even the unstable Obscurus hidden within Logan's body was dragged out piece by piece and absorbed into the grimoire.
The process lasted only seconds.
When the last traces of darkness vanished, the book began returning purified magic back into Logan's body. The violent energy transformed into something calmer, cleaner, and infinitely more stable.
The terrifying disaster ended as suddenly as it had begun.
At the same time, the spellbook slowly flipped open to its first page.
A strange blue glow appeared across the parchment, and an electronic interface materialised before Logan's eyes.
.....
When Logan finally woke up afterwards, he discovered that both he and Anne had made an enormous mistake.
Huggins and Hathaway had never been in mortal danger.
The person delivering the news about the car accident had simply spoken too slowly. The moment Anne heard the words "car accident," her mind had gone blank and she stopped listening entirely. Panic spread through the household instantly, which triggered the chain of absurd misunderstandings that followed.
Even Logan felt embarrassed thinking back on it.
Still, the accident had unintentionally become a blessing in disguise.
If he had not suffered such an intense emotional shock, the Obscurus inside him would never have erupted so violently. The spellbook would not have activated, and the strange system hidden within it might never have awakened.
Now, however, Logan could clearly feel the difference.
Power coursed through every inch of his body.
More importantly, the spellbook had finally revealed its true nature.
It was a system.
Logan stared at the floating interface with a complicated expression. Honestly, the result was not entirely surprising. In his previous life, the prototype he had created really had been designed like the cheat systems commonly found in online novels.
He simply had not expected it to activate years after arriving in this world.
Suppressing his excitement, Logan mentally opened the interface in his left hand.
The Grimoire of Forbidden Spells: The Namer (Logan Anderson)
Holder: Logan Anderson (Bound)
Occupation: Wizard
Magic Level: 3(Spellbook feedback in progress... Elite adult wizards are generally around Level 6.)
Magic Skills: None
Magical Knowledge: None
Legendary Points: 0
(...)
After reading through the information, Logan fell into deep thought.
The spellbook seemed both magical artefact and system at the same time, almost as though the two had fused together into a single existence.
It was fascinating.
Still, one detail caught his attention immediately.
Occupation: Wizard.
If this world contained wizards, then perhaps other supernatural beings existed too.
Werewolves.
Vampires.
Ancient monsters.
Hidden magical organisations.
The possibilities instantly broadened the world around him.
A grin slowly spread across Logan's face.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
It seemed his second life was no longer destined to become some ordinary urban success story involving business meetings and stock investments. Instead, his life had transformed into something far more exciting.
An urban fantasy adventure.
Logan leaned back in his chair and laughed quietly to himself. "Living surrounded by beautiful women while mastering supernatural powers suddenly doesn't sound impossible anymore."
Unfortunately, his excitement quickly faded as a new problem emerged.
How exactly was he supposed to learn magic skills?
The interface clearly displayed a skills section, but it remained completely empty. There were no tutorials, no instructions, and no beginner package waiting for him.
One answer only created more questions.
As the great writer Lu Xun supposedly once said: whenever one problem is solved, another inevitably appears.
Over the next three years, Logan devoted almost all of his spare time to studying the spellbook and researching the magic hidden within himself. Although the system rarely responded directly, he slowly discovered several things through experimentation.
The spellbook constantly purified the Obscurus inside him and converted it into stable magical power. His control over magic improved steadily with age, and the dangerous instability from childhood never returned.
More importantly, his magical reserves continued growing at an alarming speed.
By the time Logan graduated primary school, he already possessed magical power far beyond that of an average wizard.
Then, just before his eleventh birthday, something happened that shattered every plan he had carefully built for the future.
.....
Logan Anderson had one rather unusual hobby.
He loved food with almost obsessive passion.
To him, British cuisine bordered on psychological torture.
Mashed potatoes. Bread. Fish and chips. Endless baked beans.
After enduring years of it, Logan genuinely believed the British Empire's greatest historical crime had been spreading its cooking across the globe.
Worse still, he had disliked fish even in his previous life.
As someone who had once grown up surrounded by proper food, moving to Britain felt like culinary exile.
Fortunately, Logan's excellent academic performance and relentless pleading eventually earned him his own spending money. Using every method available, he secretly gathered spices, sauces, and ingredients from Chinatown markets and specialty import shops.
Then he began cooking for himself.
At first, it was simply an attempt to preserve his sanity.
Then everything changed after he made Mapo Tofu one evening.
The Anderson family instantly fell in love with Chinese cuisine.
Their boring British breakfasts disappeared almost overnight. Instead of toast and tea, the household mornings became filled with soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and savoury pancakes.
Neither Huggins nor Anne seemed to notice they were gradually putting on weight, though Logan wisely kept that observation to himself.
Sometimes gaining weight was simply proof of happiness.
A month before Logan's eleventh birthday, the Anderson household became unusually lively again. Logan had achieved first place in his entire year during the final school examinations, leaving both his parents ecstatic.
Anne proudly told everyone she knew that her son was destined for greatness.
Huggins had already planned out Logan's entire future.
Perhaps Cambridge.
Perhaps medicine.
Perhaps law.
At one point, Huggins became convinced finance would suit him perfectly and spent nearly an hour explaining investment banking during dinner.
In short, Logan's life path had already been arranged for him.
Strangely enough, Logan did not resent it.
Mentally, he was still an adult who had lived an entire previous life. He understood that most parents genuinely wanted the best for their children. Their desire to guide his future came from love, not control.
At least, that was how he chose to see it.
That evening, the Anderson family sat together around the dining table.
The table itself looked magnificent.
Mapo Tofu.
Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs.
Salt and Pepper Lamb Chops.
Crystal Chicken.
The rich aroma filling the room nearly moved Logan to tears.
Once he entered Hogwarts, opportunities to eat proper food would probably disappear entirely. British wizarding cuisine might somehow be even worse than normal British food.
He needed to cherish every remaining meal.
Just as Logan reached for his chopsticks, a loud tapping sound echoed from outside the window.
Doo-doo.
Doo-doo.
Everyone turned toward the noise.
An owl sat outside the glass, staring into the room with remarkably human-like eyes. After several awkward seconds, the bird seemed to realise nobody intended to open the window for it.
The owl looked offended.
Then it aggressively smacked the glass several more times with its beak.
Frowning with confusion, Huggins walked over and opened the window.
The moment the latch clicked open, the owl flew gracefully into the house and circled several times through the air as though proudly announcing its arrival.