Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

"Catherine, things are really not what you think."

"I really didn't make that teapot. I swear on Merlin's name. I took it from Eric and put it aside. I didn't even take out my wand at that time..."

"Stop, I don't want to hear your explanation anymore, Karl, do you mean that Eric used transformation magic on the teapot?"

……

Listening to the noise coming from downstairs, Eric raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and grinned.

Finally, I completely mastered this body.

His name is Mo Ran, or his former self is more appropriate.

He finally passed the judicial examination and became a lawyer, but just when he was about to officially start a new life, he woke up and found to his dismay that he had turned into a baby still in the mother's body.

After he was born, when he finally opened his eyes after longing for them, he found that he was surrounded by foreign devils in strange clothes. Looking at the ancient accessories in the house, he once thought that he had arrived in the ancient West.

However, after half a year of getting to know each other, Mo Ran finally felt relieved. It turned out that he had come to England in the 20s and 80s.

The happy thing is that he was reborn, but the sad thing is that he also became useless...

Compared with the rebirth novels I have read before, Mo Ran is much worse, because he only has consciousness in this body. Although the soul is born with the body, it is another weak soul that controls the body, and he only Being a spectator, he can see what the child sees as he opens his eyes, just like watching a first-person movie.

What even made him despair was that as the child's soul grew, his soul became weaker and weaker, and occasionally he would be affected by a force and forced to fall into a deep sleep for a period of time.

But at least, he still controls a lot of information from the outside world. For example, the time is now in the 20s. Just last week, he completed his elementary school studies, and his name in this life is Airi. Gram Foley.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou. Ten years of behind-the-scenes first-person perspective has allowed him to completely assume the identity of Eric. But when he thought about it carefully, Mo Ran suddenly became a little silent... In the 80s, even his previous self was still Not born yet...

The quarrels continued and became more and more intense. Eric could imagine his mother being angry at his father just listening to the sound.

In this life, her mother, Catherine, is a lawyer, and her father, Carl's job is unknown, but it seems to be an office-based job. He is rarely seen going out for work reasons and has a gentle personality.

The couple seems to be quite loving, but sometimes because of some strange things, the mother will lose her temper with the father, and sometimes she won't even show him a good face for several days. Besides, as a lawyer, Catherine Her language skills are also quite strong. Every time Karl argued with her, his face turned red and he was unable to speak.

Perhaps because of the two souls in one body, little Eric, who had always dominated the body before, has a very bright mind. Even from Mo Ran's point of view, this child can be said to be extremely talented, even in his behavior. He doesn't look like a child of several years old, but his body is very average and he often gets sick. It has only been in the past two years that he seems to have improved and become a little stronger.

After looking at the exquisite crystal cup on the bedside table, Eric sat up and saw some remaining purple potion at the bottom of the cup. He picked up the crystal cup and smelled it.

This seemed to be the potion that Carl brought to little Eric to drink. However, even though he had only been to the hospital a handful of times in his two lifetimes, he had never seen a purple potion. It looked more like purple sweet potato. A little remnant of milk tea.

Mo Ran jumped off the bed, stood on the soft carpet, looked at the full-length mirror inlaid on the cabinet door, and touched the handsome little boy with short curly brown hair and a neck brace on his neck. A strange thing suddenly occurred to me in my head.Although his perspective was limited to little Eric's field of vision, when he rolled down the stairs, Mo Ran's soul had just woken up. Through little Eric's vision, Mo Ran also saw his injuries. Splattered blood.

But now there were no wounds on his head in the mirror. Mo Ran turned over and touched his head, not to mention the wounds, not even a bruise or bruise.

Touching his chin, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

My mother, Catherine, bought an antique teapot a few days ago. It is said to have been made in the Victorian era. She magically discovered that the black tea brewed in this teapot tasted more mellow, so she contacted her friends in the law firm to hold a tea tasting at home. meeting.

Then something happened, causing little Eric to roll down the stairs, and Mo Ran's soul took advantage of it and took control of the body.

……

He tapped the left side of his head in confusion. What he felt was a little strange was that although he didn't feel the pain when little Eric's head hit the stairs when he fell, but based on his own experience as an adult, he could only feel the pain. You can simulate the pain with your imagination, but now you can't feel it at all.

I even feel that there is still a lot of strength in my limbs, and I want to go out and run a marathon.

Slowly lifting his feet and landing them, confirming the steady feeling of his feet on the floor, Mo Ran could not help but feel bursts of joy in his heart. After more than ten years, he finally had the feeling of his body.

The quarrel downstairs had ended, and Mo Ran had reached the top of the stairs. Just as he raised his hand and put it on the handrail and glanced at his left hand, a picture appeared in front of his eyes.

Just like experiencing the life of little Eric from a first-person perspective before, Mo Ran watched little Eric run down the stairs into the kitchen. When his father Carl saw him, he smiled and ruffled his hair, then turned around and Fruits were washed in the sink.

Eric took a peek at the people who were chatting happily in the living room outside, and then looked back at his father Karl, who turned around to cut fruit. When no one was paying attention, he dug something out of the air in front of him. He took out a ring and put it on the finger of his right hand.

This……

Seeing this picture, Mo Ran's brain didn't react for a while.

But the scene did not stop. Eric put on the ring and touched the steaming teapot. After seeing the gem in the middle of the ring flashing a black light, little Eric showed a smirk on his lips, turned around and rushed out of the kitchen. , hid at the corner of the stairs and peeked into the living room.

There was a dragon roar, and a white porcelain Western dragon flew out from the kitchen just now, and his father, Karl, holding a short wooden stick in his hand, chased him out from behind and pointed directly at the white dragon that sprayed water. …