Harry Potter's Catastrophe

On a sunny afternoon, Zhang Xingxing was riding his bicycle aimlessly on the road. I can’t help it. I’m almost 30 years old and I don’t have a girlfriend. I play games at home. My mother kicked me out to find a wife. I haven’t gone to high school or college. Where can I find a girlfriend to fall in love with? My life is still a little one. White.

If fate is arranged by God, maybe God has forgotten me. There is an ordinary smell permeating the whole body, the appearance is ordinary, the figure is ordinary, and the grades from childhood to adulthood are extraordinary and deviant. There is only a thin line between me and the diaosi. 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 the person and the car, 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 has one thought now: This van is really powerful.

"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 couldn't understand. The voice sounded so far away, but it felt so close. Where am I? Hospital? Is he a doctor, a foreign doctor? I was hit by a car so badly? I found that my vision was completely dark, 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! ? The pinnacle of life! ? Hahahahahaha, God. The emperor takes turns, and this year at 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 about addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, poetry, songs, and philosophy of life? Those are all clouds, you are just a child. You 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? It may be a different world. Sure enough, the pressure of my previous life has killed my imagination. Should I cultivate both magic and martial arts, or am I an immortal? It would be better to practice fighting spirit. It would be good to awaken an amazing martial spirit...

"Dear, have you thought of the child's name?"

"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 conversation brought someone's consciousness back to his mind. Eh? Why can't I understand what my parents are saying at all? Based on my many years of online experience, this should be in English. Oh, then it might be swords and magic or something. I have decided to become a magician. With my talent...

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

"Um" Carney hesitated, "Because all the people worse off than me have 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 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 not surprised that Carney fell asleep as soon as he returned to his seat. Boys always have those days. There is a ghost, and I reported it to my parents. Carney's parents also made various excuses, saying that he had a disease that would cause him to die if he didn'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 be used to it and didn't see this person at all. They didn't want to be friends with weird people 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, okay? Carney has been a loner since he entered school, obsessed with his own world and unable to extricate himself.

Such weird people will inevitably be ostracized and become the target of others' comments and criticism. This situation is easy to solve. Just give him a beating. If it's not enough, give him another beating.

Severe beatings from social people are very effective. 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 they didn't call someone from the middle school to teach him, a young kid from the elementary school, but he didn't know what to do, so he kicked Shang Shang's balls one by one on the spot. From then on, his evil reputation spread, and not many people looked at him, for fear that their balls would be inhumanely damaged, but more and more little girls gave him love letters.

Foreign women are open-minded. No, it's a girl, but Carney is not interested. 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 still knows very well what is useful. Exercise can be used at any time, the body is capital. Without a body like Hawking, no matter how smart he is, he won't feel better.

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.

It's a pity that their law and order is really very good, so I never encountered them. Later, they gave up daily exercise and did not persist. Then I quickly developed the fat house physique.

This time he planned to persevere to the end. When he was studying in his previous life, his legs hurt like hell, so he just couldn't do it. I still remember many of the moves clearly, after all, I spent money on them.

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

Carney has already made a rough plan for the future. He must be the strongest soldier, the strongest special forces, the strongest city king, etc. He must 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 falls down.

The first step is to go to a military school or something and learn fighting or something. As for why not go to China to learn kung fu. There won't be any crazy old man coming out before you and saying that you have amazing bones and are a curious talent who practices martial arts.

For Shaolin, you still have to shave your head and eat fast... Forget it, let's wait until my dad goes on a business trip to China one day and ask him to find out if there are any martial arts secrets, such as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms 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 man, you can still do Tai Chi to exercise.

(Must-read PS: I just wrote it randomly, so you can just read it 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. If I can’t write well, why don’t I be allowed to write it? If you’re not handsome, you can’t go out? Are you nagging about a part-time job?)