HP: Hogwart's Journey

Robert stared blankly into the void before him, his small mouth agape as if he had just witnessed something beyond comprehension. 

Thankfully, Aunt Elsa, who was taking care of him, had already gone home. Otherwise, her screams would have undoubtedly drawn the patrolling officer from far away. 

He didn't know how much time had passed before he shivered and finally came to his senses. 

"This really is…" he muttered, his voice hoarse. The tearing pain in his throat made him instinctively swallow, bringing some relief to the discomfort. 

Calming himself, Robert decided it wasn't such a big deal. After all, he had experienced transmigration. If there wasn't some kind of system involved, wouldn't life lose a bit of its excitement? 

Feeling rather justified, Robert turned his attention to the panel before him. 

[You helped Elsa complete the dishwashing task. Household experience +1.] 

This message appeared on the screen. 

"If I can gain experience points, then there must be an attribute panel, right?" Robert grew intrigued. However, instead of experimenting immediately, he carefully dried his hands, left the kitchen, turned off the lights, locked the door, and headed upstairs. Snuggling into his bed in a comfortable position, he began studying the system. 

After his repeated attempts, the system panel finally displayed his current stats. 

[Robert Leslie 

Age: 7 

Skills: Household Chores Lv. 0 (1/10)] 

"There aren't any stats for endurance, strength, or agility?" Robert grumbled. "So, the question is, how do I acquire skills?" 

Unable to resist experimenting, Robert considered doing 20 push-ups to see if he could unlock something like [Basic Physical Training]. However, his young body couldn't sustain his enthusiasm. Before long, he was yawning and drifted off to sleep. 

While Robert slept, let's get to know our protagonist a bit better. 

Robert Leslie was originally a backpacker from the Flower Country. His original name no longer mattered—what mattered was that he had transmigrated. 

And the reason for his transmigration was a bit bizarre. 

One day, he found a large seashell by the shore. Inside was a massive pearl. Curious, he picked it up to examine it. Just as he brought it close to his face, an excited friend smacked him on the back. Startled, Robert accidentally swallowed the pearl. 

And then… he choked to death. 

When he woke up again, he was a small child. 

Thankfully, he wasn't an infant. At the time, he was five years old, just starting kindergarten. Though he had learned English in his past life and was fairly proficient, it still took him a long time to fully understand his new circumstances. 

His parents had passed away shortly after he was born—maybe when he was one or two years old. Adults rarely discussed such heavy topics with children. 

Afterward, his guardianship was handed over to an aunt in the Flower Country. However, she had her own family and couldn't move across the ocean to raise her sister's child. Her mother-in-law strongly opposed adopting Robert into their household. 

In the end, the aunt entrusted Robert to her childhood friend, Elsa, maintaining contact with him twice a month. 

Elsa, though willing to take on the responsibility, had little time to care for a child. She worked at an orphanage and had a busy daily schedule. Fortunately, Robert's parents had left behind a substantial inheritance. A portion of it, managed by the Children's Welfare Foundation, was used to hire a full-time nanny at Elsa and the aunt's request. This relieved Elsa significantly. 

All she needed to do was check on Robert at night to make sure he was in bed before leaving. 

This stubborn woman refused to live in Robert's house, believing it was the last memory he had of his parents. Since she wasn't related to him by blood, she felt it inappropriate to settle there. She even rejected the foundation's high salary for taking care of Robert, as she couldn't justify abandoning the other children at the orphanage. 

Robert, unsure how to respond to this rarely seen yet steadfast aunt, decided to cherish her care and vowed to repay the kindness of those who had helped him. 

Late at night. 

Elsa dragged her weary body to Robert's house. Opening the door and carrying a small night lamp, she tiptoed upstairs. She gently tucked him in and left quietly. Her movements were so soft that she didn't wake him. 

But perhaps it was the excitement of the day, or maybe fate was at play. Robert suddenly felt an itch in his nose. 

"Achoo!" He sneezed and opened his eyes. 

A round, fluffy, cream-colored little creature with big, curious eyes was staring at him. 

Robert's drowsiness vanished instantly. 

For a long moment, a pair of large and small eyes locked in a staring contest. Finally, Robert's sluggish brain caught up: this thing didn't look like a mouse. 

The tiny creature blinked its big eyes. Seeing that Robert wasn't screaming or trying to harm it, it began rolling around on the bed. 

From left to right, from top to bottom. 

Given Robert's delicate skin and the soft materials of his bedding, it seemed the little creature had found its happy place. It didn't want to leave! 

Robert shook his head in disbelief, looking at the living fluffball and then at the slightly open window. Was this how it got in? 

But that wasn't the point. The point was… 

"There's a living puffball in my house!" 

In the dark room, Robert's heavy breathing broke the silence. 

Rubbing his aching temples, he took a long time to calm down. 

After spending half an hour observing the furry, docile creature, Robert finally identified it: a Puffskein, a magical creature commonly found around the world. 

… 

"Common, my foot!" 

Robert couldn't help but smack his forehead. Wasn't this supposed to be a reincarnation world? Shouldn't it be a parallel universe? 

Oh, it was parallel all right—just with a dash of magic. 

Let me process this for a moment. 

Robert staggered downstairs in a daze, cradling the humming Puffskein. The little creature seemed thoroughly content after being petted. 

He fetched a plate and gave it something to eat. The Puffskein eagerly licked the plate clean and leapt back into Robert's arms, falling asleep in no time. 

Looking at the snoozing ball of fluff in his arms, Robert's expression was unreadable. 

His birthday was January 1, 1978. If this was the world of Harry Potter, Voldemort should meet his demise in 1981. 

So the question was: Were his parents Muggles or wizards? 

(End of Chapter)