"Well then," Dumbledore began, choosing his words carefully as he addressed Mrs. Gary, "has anything… peculiar, or strange, ever happened around this child?"
"Strange things—" Hearing this, the smile that had wreathed the old woman's face vanished instantly. She criticized him in a sharp, displeased tone, "Nothing strange has ever happened around little Felix! He's a truly good boy who's simply met with an unfortunate fate. An upright gentleman would never cast doubt on such a good child."
"Yes, yes, of course, I don't doubt him at all. I merely wish to understand him comprehensively." Even a wizard and headmaster as great as Dumbledore found himself struggling to handle the nearly infuriated old woman at that moment. It took him some time to convince her that he meant no harm.
"How can this be?" he thought to himself. "The Quill of Acceptance clearly wrote his name in the Book of Admittance, proving he's no Muggle or Squib and does possess magical talent. Such talent, before a young wizard learns to truly control their magic, always leads to various accidents. Yet Mrs. Gary, the matron, hasn't noticed anything at all. Is it because his talent is too low, or…" At this thought, he recalled that person, then pushed the questions and musings to the back of his mind.
"In that case," Dumbledore said, finally bringing the conversation to its purpose, "as the Headmaster of Hogwarts School, I wish to offer Felix Chance a place as a student at our school. I've come to deliver his acceptance letter and would like to meet him."
"Oh, another school acceptance letter! I just knew our little Felix would always be recognized." Mrs. Gary responded cheerfully. "Though you're the only headmaster to come in person so far. However, this needs to be his own decision. You know, even Eton College sent him an acceptance letter."
Saying this, Mrs. Gary levered herself up from her chair. "Let me take you to his room. Little Felix should be reading around this time."
With that, she led Dumbledore up the stairs.
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In Wool's Orphanage, Felix Chance was a legend.
When he was only a few months old, he was found at the orphanage gates by Mrs. Gary, who had stepped out to collect the newspaper.
At the time, he was wrapped in a set of adult clothes, and the only thing that could identify him was a small, durable card bearing the name "Felix Chance." And so, Felix Chance became his name.
From a very young age, Felix displayed his genius. Whether it was learning to speak, walk, or recognize words, he was far quicker than his peers. Moreover, he was remarkably sensible and never caused the adults any worry.
Although Felix's quiet intensity and thoughtful demeanor sometimes made him stand out among the other children at Wool's Orphanage, he easily became the leader of the children there, relying on maturity and wisdom that belied his age. Children both older and younger than him all respected him deeply.
Ever since Felix turned five, the carers at Wool's Orphanage felt their workload had significantly decreased—under Felix's influence, the children gradually became more obedient and sensible. Some older children even began to proactively help with chores.
Not only that, but Felix was also a singular talent at the local primary school. No problem in class could stump him. Teachers and the headmaster alike showered him with praise. After graduating from primary school, he even received an acceptance letter from the prestigious Eton College.
But no one knew that this renowned genius was, in fact, a transmigrator from another world.
In his previous life, Felix had been a university student in a large city, from a comfortable middle-class family. His university was one of the top in his country, and his major was in the then-booming field of computer software. While not necessarily at the pinnacle of life, he was certainly well above average among his peers.
Beyond that, Felix was a self-professed enthusiast of pop culture, well-versed in movies, comics, and games.
Before he transmigrated, he had just taken advantage of a holiday to watch "Avengers: Endgame." Having been single his entire life, he was, as usual, alone. On his way back to his university, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky. Unlucky Felix was engulfed by the electric flash and vanished without a trace, briefly becoming something of an urban legend.
It was this accident that led to his transmigration.
In reality, he hadn't been killed by the lightning.
At that moment, Felix only saw a flash of electricity, a lightning bolt abruptly striking down before him. The lightning tore open a black rift—air, gravel, including himself, everything was sucked clean into this fissure. Only later did he understand that this was a legendary spatial rift.
And he, through this opening, fell into a boundless, fantastical space. This chaotic expanse was filled with bizarre and dangerous turbulence. Occasionally, similar rifts would suddenly appear, typically existing only for an instant before vanishing. But some things would always be ejected from these openings—various beings and non-beings, from objects as large as planets to those as small as dust motes—only to be swept into the dangerous turbulence and disappear.
In Felix's view, this space was likely a trans-dimensional corridor outside the universe, connecting various universes. The spatial rifts led to these different universes, appearing due to accidents and then being automatically repaired almost instantly. Only in rare cases would matter from a universe be brought into this trans-dimensional corridor. The turbulence itself was the legendary space-time turbulence, where all matter sucked into it would be annihilated.