Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Wu Muming woke up from the cold.

Last moment, he was still in the flames of the laboratory explosion, but now he was frozen awake.

Like every starting male protagonist, he woke up in an orphanage.

But he was worse.

He wakes up in the utility room of the orphanage.

In addition to the muddy floor and dust floating in the air, only a musty wooden barrel and a mop with black fungus are his companions.

Wu Muming tried to move his fingers a little stiffly, only to feel the pain as if being twisted by a meat grinder spread from the deepest part of his soul throughout his body, which made him tremble all over, and a large amount of musty and dusty air poured into him In his lungs, Wu Muming coughed and breathed in the air greedily, feeling his body slowly warming up.

Accompanied by shortness of breath and severe cough, countless fragmented memories flooded his brain.

Wu Muming was originally a good young man in the 21st century. He happened to encounter an explosion in the upstairs laboratory when he was staying up late doing experiments.

He didn't die in the explosion, but the explosion collapsed the floor, and a one-ton ultra-low temperature refrigerator fell from the sky.

Wu Muming died suddenly on the spot.

It doesn't hurt.

The dead thief is at peace.

Then he woke up in this utility room.

Interestingly, this body is also named Wu Muming, whose English name is Tierra Wu (Tierra·Wu). Like him, he was born on June 28, 1980, and has the same parents and appearance as him.

But the only difference is that Wu Muming's parents immigrated to the UK with unrealistic dreams of a foreign country during the immigration wave in the 1980s.

A week after the plane landed, he was shot dead in a dark alley next to the theater.

Miserable, really miserable.

Tierra here was also directly sent to the Orphan Welfare Home, and died of hypothermia at night an hour ago.

Discrimination against Chinese was still quite serious in the 1980s.

This kind of discrimination is reflected in all aspects, schools, work units, government agencies, restaurants, and of course, orphanages are no exception.

And sometimes, this kind of discrimination among young children is even worse and more blatant.

Among the group of blond-haired and blue-eyed orphans, you are the only one with black hair and black eyes, who do you bully if you don’t bully?

From the very beginning of small things, being robbed of food and toys, to being picked on, pushed and beaten, and now being locked in the utility room after being doused with cold water as a prank.

Tierra Wu, who was already in poor health, died of hypothermia at night.

After lying on the ground for a while, Tierra sat up slowly, slowly put her right hand on the wrist of her left hand, and counted sixty seconds silently.

"Heartbeat is fine."

In her previous life, Tierra majored in biology and medicine. Although she was not a purely medical student, she still knew some simple medical methods.

"Huh?" Tierra, after taking his own pulse, found that there was a ring on the ring finger of his left hand that obviously didn't match his current identity, "This is..."

There were no windows in the utility room, and the door was closed tightly. Now it was time to turn off the lights, and the surroundings were pitch black, so Tierra could only use his right hand to grope.

The ring felt a bit like it was carved out of some kind of bone.

The ring was a circle bigger than his ring finger, and it was uneven, as if some pattern had been engraved on it, densely packed all over the ring.

In the dark, people's other senses will be magnified.

After touching it back and forth twice, Tierra could barely make out these patterns that would not be noticed at ordinary times. They seemed to be extremely distorted English words.

"th... mer... el... eas... gol... la... ei... lin..."

Tierra tried to pronounce the words based on the spacing between the patterns and the English pronunciation.

After the last syllable was blurted out, Tierra who was in the utility room suddenly disappeared, as if being erased by an eraser.

The next moment Tierra's eyes lit up, and she appeared in a dim library.

"vomit~~"

Even though Tierra's stomach was empty, she still couldn't help retching, it was as disgusting as if she had been on a roller coaster for five hours.

Tierra lay on the ground weakly like a dead dog, and after the feeling subsided a little, he turned over and lay face down on the ground.

What Tierra saw was a wide ceiling that was far away from him. Below the ceiling was a well-repaired stone wall, which became smaller round by round. Even the ground floor where Tierra was located was nearly 500 square meters in size. . It is an inverted pyramid-shaped building, roughly estimated to have at least a thousand floors, each floor is half the height of a person, and each floor is hollowed out. There are all kinds of books and paper rolls stuffed in a mess.

After recovering a little bit of strength, Tierra sat up, and only then did he see a very simple wooden table standing beside him, on which were stacked rolls of parchment and a lamp made of strange stones. composed of table lamps.

Tierra slowly crawled towards the wooden table, and sat down on the wooden chair in front of the wooden table.

The parchments on the table were piled up in a mess, and some were even torn and crumpled into paper balls.

Tierra randomly picked up a piece of parchment, and it was filled with densely packed distorted words, a bit like English, but not exactly the same. After staring at it for a while, Tierra only felt dizzy .

However, when his fingers touched these words, a shuddering message flooded into his brain.

"...Among all the universes and all living beings, except for those gods and descendants who are reproduced by the Supreme Mother Goddess, there is no kind of living beings that can compare..."

Tierra was so frightened that she quickly took her hand away.

Then he went to touch another parchment scroll with his finger.

"...the manli fruit that was knocked down by the thunderstorm, peeled, dried, crushed, take two spoonfuls..."

Tierra stared at the distorted words.

He can be sure that he absolutely does not know these words, but when his fingers touch these words, the knowledge represented by these words will automatically flood into his brain.

After probably looking at a few pieces of parchment, Tierra had a bad guess in his heart, and walked towards the nearest grotto with a heavy face.

Tierra's hand carefully scratched the spines of those books, one after another titles full of profanity and evil feelings flowed into his brain.

The biggest and thickest... Necronomicon

A little thinner, like an ordinary textbook... "Book of Nameless Sacrifice"

Tall and thin, wrapped in an unknown hard leather case... "Raliyah Text"

A thin book, stitched with cotton thread like an ancient Chinese book... "The Seven Chapters of Xuanjun...

Whoosh, that ancient book flew out from the bookshelf and fell in front of Tierra. The pages of the book unfolded in front of Tierra automatically without wind.

At this moment, Tierra has never felt that Chinese characters are so terrible and disgusting.

He knew every word on it, and the moment his eyes came into contact with those two pages of Chinese characters, Tierra's hairs stood up, as if some incomprehensible knowledge was forced into his soul, chaos The raving screams and incomprehensible images filled his brain.

The goose bumps all over his body popped up one by one, and they became bigger and bigger, crowded and grew into translucent sticky pustules.