Harry potter catastrophe

On a sunny afternoon, Zhang Xingxing was aimlessly riding his bicycle on the road. He had no choice, he was almost 30 years old and had no girlfriend. He was playing games at home and was kicked out by his mother to find a wife.

I haven't gone to high school or college, so where can I find a girlfriend to fall in love with? I'm still a novice in life.

If fate is arranged by God, maybe God has forgotten me. My whole body is filled with an ordinary smell. I have an ordinary appearance, an ordinary body, and my grades have been extraordinary since childhood. I am just a hair away from being a loser.

Where is my destined sweetheart? Zhang Xingxing thought in a daze.

"3:41 is still early." Zhang Xingxing took out his mobile phone with one hand and checked the time. "I'll walk for another twenty minutes." Before he could finish his words, he flew out with his car and the person, killing him on the spot.

Some people say that people will think of the good things in life before they die. When Zhang Xingxing flew out, he saw from the corner of his eye a van with a small dent in the front where he originally stood. He only had one thought now: This van is really

fierce.

"Carter, do you think he is a boy or a girl? I can't wait to see my little baby..." "Oh, I like both boys and girls. Dr. Jenny said it's too soon, don't worry, dear."

Zhang Xingxing slowly woke up and heard a man and a woman talking in a language he didn't understand. The voice sounded so far away, but it felt so close. Where am I? A hospital? Is it a doctor?

Foreign doctor? I was hit by a car so badly? I found that my vision was completely black, my body was curled up, and I couldn't make a sound.

After a long time, I calmed down and came up with a bold guess.

Rebirth!? Time travel!? Peak of life!? Hahahahahahaha, God and emperors take turns. This year, when I came to my house, such good things finally happened to me. It’s not easy. I seem to have seen a bright future waving to me.

, I am a child prodigy who was born properly. Is there anything like addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, poetry, songs, and philosophy of life? Those are all just floating clouds. Pediatrics. I will be lonely in school in the future. A top student is so lonely...

Hey, wait, why do I have the idea that I am reborn on earth, or maybe in a different world. Sure enough, the pressure of my previous life has killed my imagination. Am I a magician and a martial artist, an immortal, or a practitioner?

If you have good fighting spirit, it would be good to awaken a powerful martial spirit...

"Dear, have you thought about the name of the child?"

"I have already thought about it. The boy will be named Carney Stern and the girl will be named Ini Stern. What do you think?"

The sound of the conversation brought someone's consciousness back to his brain. Huh? Why can't he understand what his parents are saying at all? Based on my many years of online experience, this should be in English. Oh, then it might be some kind of sword.

Regarding magic, I have decided to become a magician. As long as I have this talent...

"It's really unbelievable, Mr. Strain, you are the worst student I have ever taught, bar none. Do you know why?" Teacher Gray narrowed his eyes.

"Uh," Carney hesitated, "Because everyone who is worse than me has transferred to another school?"

"Correct answer, Mr. Strang, London Primary School, the best primary school in London. When you first entered school, you were among the best. Why are your grades so bad now? The final exam is coming soon. A good secondary school determines the future.

, I hope you can spend more time studying, and you are late again today." Teacher Gray waved his hand, "Go back to your seat."

Carney's seat is in the last row, a luxurious single table. Don't ask why, just ask is to reach the top of the Lily of the Valley.

Carney returned to the table, lay down on the table and fell asleep. He didn't know why he was so sleepy. He didn't have this kind of sleepiness before he was seven or eight years old. This kind of sleepiness only happens once or twice a week. Maybe it's because

It's probably because of time travel.

Teacher Gray was already used to the fact that Carney fell asleep as soon as he returned to his seat. Boys always have a few days when there is something wrong. He reported it to his parents, and Carney's parents also made various excuses, saying

What is a disease that will kill you if you don't sleep?

Of course, Teacher Gray didn't dare to really verify whether it was true.

As for the other students in the classroom, they seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't see this person at all. They didn't want to be friends with weirdos for fear of contagion.

Carney doesn't have any friends in school. Who would play with a bunch of brats? He's going to lose his IQ. Carney has been a loner since he entered school, and he's addicted to his own world and can't extricate himself.

Such weird people will inevitably be ostracized and become the target of others' comments and criticism. This situation can be easily solved. Just give them a beating. If it is not enough, give them another beating.

Severe beatings from social people are very effective. Up to now, all the naughty students in the school have enjoyed severe beatings from social people. Anyway, there is really no discussion about him in the classroom.

It's not like he called someone from the middle school to teach him, a young kid from the elementary school, but suddenly, he kicked them in the balls on the spot. From then on, his evil reputation spread, and not many people followed him.

He looked at each other, fearing that his balls would be inhumanely hurt, but more and more little girls gave him love letters.

Foreign women are open-minded. No, they are girls, but Carney is not interested in them. He is not interested in little girls or anything like that. They just look cute and useless.

Carney is a person who has lived his whole life again, and he is very clear about what is useful. Exercise is useful at all times, and the body is capital. Without a body, no matter how smart he is like Hawking, he will not feel good.

He has been exercising since he was a child, and he is more than capable of beating some children. In his previous life, he also signed up for a martial arts class or a Taekwondo club. At that time, he wanted to learn both skills and see if he could meet a hero to save the beauties or something.

It's a pity that their public security is really good, so I never encountered them. Later, they gave up daily exercise and didn't stick to it, and then they quickly developed the fat house physique.

This time he planned to persevere to the end. When he learned it in his previous life, his legs hurt like hell and he was not good at all. He still remembered many moves clearly, after all, he spent money.

Moreover, this kind of thing that does not require the brain to learn and think can be learned by a normal person.

Carney has already made a rough plan for the future, to be the strongest soldier king, the strongest special forces soldier, the strongest city king, etc. He just needs to be the strongest.

After all, if you travel through time and are reborn, you have to give yourself a piece of tape, and give readers a piece of tape. You can't spend your whole life just being a warrior who never fails to be reborn.

The first step is to go to a military school or something and learn fighting. As for why not go to China to learn kung fu. You won't have crazy old men rushing out to tell you that you have amazing bones and are a curious talent in martial arts.

For Shaolin, you still have to be tonsured and fast... Forget it, let's wait until one day when my dad is going to China for a business trip and ask him to find out if there are any martial arts secrets, such as the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon and the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Star-absorbing Dafa, Sunflower Acupuncture Hands, Nine-Yang Manual, Xingyiquan, Bajiquan, Yin-Yang Sanshou and so on.

If you don't have to follow the old guys, you can still exercise your body by doing Tai Chi.

(Must-see PS: I just write randomly, so you can just read randomly. If you can’t hold back anything good, don’t comment. It’s troublesome for me to delete comments, and it affects my mood. Why don’t you let me write if I can’t write well?

If you’re not handsome, you can’t go out? You’re all nagging about getting a part-time job.)