Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

Early July 1980, London, England

It was past 8 p.m., and in the Ellens Church Orphanage, a light still flickered faintly in one of the rooms. →

“Ugh, I can't stand it.”

The young boy in the room looked at his reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe, constantly stroking his chin, and then occasionally reaching out, his slender but well-defined hands opening and closing as if grasping at something in the void.

Eleven years!

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It had been eleven years since he came to this broken world, and he was still in an orphanage in the eighties. No computer, no cell phone. It was hard to imagine how he had survived.

“Anduin, boss, the stuff you wanted…” Before the boy could finish his sigh, he was startled by a loud knock on the door.

“What's with all the yelling? Aren't you afraid of being discovered so late?” Anduin opened the door, frowning.

“Uh, sorry, it's just that carrying this big box of stuff really tired me out, heh heh…” A young man who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old said. His shirt wasn't old, but it was wrinkled, and the suspendered trousers were quite fitting. His hair was messy and unkempt.

The young man delivering the items to Anduin was named William, a few years older than Anduin and also an orphan from the same orphanage.

“Alright, why are you back so late? Did those guys from the North District cause you trouble again?” Anduin frowned slightly, asking in confusion.

“How could they? Ever since you taught those hoodlums in the North District a lesson last time, no one has come looking for trouble. Today, the brothers managed to get a lot of good stuff, so it took longer.” William finished speaking, reached into his pocket, and handed over a few banknotes. “Here, this is your share for the week.”

Anduin didn't say anything, calmly taking the money. “Alright, you worked hard today.” He said, and was about to open the box when he noticed William was still standing beside him, grinning and wringing his hands without moving.

“What's wrong? I still need to practice my skills.”

“Heh heh, it's like this, since it's still early anyway, we were thinking of relaxing a bit…”

“Alright, you want to play mahjong, right?” Anduin interrupted William, not saying much, and silently walked to the bedside, pulling out a wooden box from under the bed. “It's fine to play, but don't gamble, or Matron will get angry and confiscate it.”

“Got it, don't worry, I'll return it to you in a couple of days.” William said, hurriedly grabbed the box, and quickly disappeared from the room.

“Done for, another one's gone crazy. Sigh, I wonder if teaching them to play mahjong was a mistake,” Anduin closed the door, speechless.

Immediately afterward, Anduin rubbed his hands together excitedly and opened the large cardboard box that William had brought.

“Heh heh, soy sauce, sesame paste, vinegar, cooking wine, long time no see, my friends. Without a cell phone or computer, I can only make up for it in other ways. Eating British food every day is making me sick.”

This box contained nothing other than the seasonings that Anduin had asked William to buy from Chinatown.

Anduin Wilson came to this world, not knowing whether he had transmigrated or been reincarnated. Many of his memories from his previous life had become blurred, but Anduin still remembered some things, such as being born into a family of martial artists and having served in the military.

He didn't know if the world he was in now was still the same world as before. He was born in an orphanage in the sixties or seventies, but since he was here, he had to adapt to the local customs. After all, Anduin had the experience and memories of an adult, so he wasn't pretentious.

The orphanage where Anduin was located was under the jurisdiction of the church. William and his brothers, like Anduin, had grown up in the orphanage and were a few years older than Anduin, but William and his brothers listened to Anduin very much.

Why?

Because they had to listen.

Anduin was very good at fighting. After all, he came from a family of martial artists and had also served in the military. Therefore, he paid great attention to physical exercise from a very young age. Military boxing, Tongbei Fist, Wing Chun, Pigua, Tai Chi, etc., had already formed a conditioned memory in his brain, and he could quickly regain them.

So, after beating them up at the age of 9, William and the others were very well-behaved in front of Anduin. Under Anduin's guidance, William and his brothers even started a business outside the orphanage.

“If I keep messing around like this, I'm going to become the head of a gangster group, collecting protection fees every day.” Anduin mocked himself, not thinking too much, and put away the seasonings in the box, preparing to take some time to cook some Chinese food for himself.

After tidying up these materials, Anduin turned around and locked the door of the room tightly.

For him, after coming to this world, there was another secret that no one knew.

He actually had superpowers.

Anduin stared at a ten-kilogram dumbbell placed in the corner, pointed at it slightly with his hand, and immediately saw the dumbbell floating quietly in the air as if being dragged by an invisible force.

He controlled the dumbbell to float above him, ignoring it, and walked to the desk, quietly opening a book to read.

This was a way of training 'superpowers' that Anduin had invented himself, which he called delayed training.

When he was seven or eight years old, Anduin felt that he was different from others. After finishing an exercise, he wanted to drink water, and as soon as the thought arose, the glass on the table flew towards him.

Under Anduin's observation, he found that at least in the orphanage, he was the only special one, so he was usually very careful. If he was discovered by others in this church-run welfare home, he might be treated as a monster or a heretic.

Anduin called this special ability "superpower". Under his deliberate testing and practice, this ability went from 'sometimes there, sometimes not' to being able to be slightly mastered by him.

He found that after practicing martial arts and standing in a stance, he could better grasp this power. He tentatively called it power. Anduin himself analyzed that it was related to his state at the time. After finishing his stance, he would be in a state of emptying his brain, perhaps in that situation he could better grasp this power.

From then on, Anduin, who was already quite disciplined, had a strict plan for himself. After all, in his opinion, this was a "special ability", and he couldn't waste it. He practiced martial arts, meditated, and meditated on time every day, and exercised his "superpower" every day.

His initial training method was actually similar to his usual physical exercise, which was to carry out weight training. After he could gradually control the "superpower", he began targeted training, starting with teacups, books, etc., and later turning into chairs and tables, but he slowly discovered something was wrong.