Chapter 1: Jon Green

Chapter 1: Jon Green

The quality of the air in London in 1991 was quite average.

Even though he had been in this world for almost a year, Jon was still not used to the slightly grey sky even in the summer season.

In this world, his identity is that of an orphan who has been brought up in an orphanage.

But in fact, like thousands of fantasy stories, Jon, who on the surface looks like an ordinary 11-year-old boy, has a soul from the 21st century.

In his previous life, Jon was a newly hired employee who had just entered the workplace.

One day on his way to work, he witnessed a motorbike accident in which two young men about his age, who were riding the bike together were hit, and tragically fell into the river by the road.

Instead of standing by and watching on the sidelines with indifference, Jon who had considered himself a good swimmer took off his jacket and jumped into the water to help.

He had just grabbed a young man who had fallen into the stream and was about to swim towards the shore when unfortunately the water weed caught his ankle and caused his calf to cramp up when he struggled, and he ended up not only failing to save the man but also getting himself killed.

Luckily for him, God has not closed his eyes completely, and by the time Jon, who had lost consciousness underwater, reopened his eyes, he was in a British hospital as a nine-year-old boy named Jon Green, who was abandoned by his parents when he was born and later found and raised in an orphanage.

The doctors diagnosed that he had suffered a violent blow on the head, causing a concussion.

And the Jon who woke up had not inherited any semblance of memory except the gift of speech that had become instinctive within the original owner's body.

Luckily, a diagnosis like a concussion became the perfect excuse for his memory loss; after all, the human brain was something that hadn't been thoroughly researched even in the 21st century, let alone right now in the late 20th century. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

After being brought back to the orphanage from the hospital, Jon had basically figured out the situation of the body he had been reborn into.

The original owner had always been a silent, withdrawn, timid and self-absorbed character in the orphanage, and he seemed quite unremarkable among all the children except for his outstanding looks, and because of all this, he had become the lowest of the bunch.

During a spring outing, some boys took the opportunity to force the original owner to the edge of a dirt slope.

Afterwards, the original owner hit the back of his head on a raised rock as he rolled down, which led Jon, who later crossed over (transmigrated), to possess the poor boy.

But according to the children, Jon was not forced by them to fall down, rather, as they were forcing him, he suddenly flew up, knocking everyone else around him, then fell from the sky and finally rolled down from the top of the dirt slope before hitting the rock.

Of course, the adults would not believe such an obvious lie, which only a child could make up, and they just considered it as an excuse the children made up to get away with it.

The young man did not appear to be very old, probably under thirty.

His complexion was pale as if he hadn't been exposed to the sun for years, his yellowish hair was neatly groomed, and he walked alongside Mrs Chris with a light smile on his face, looking like a relatively easy person to get along with.

As if noticing Jon's gaze, the young man in the black robe looked over at him.

As they met, Jon looked into his eyes and for some reason, he felt a bone-chilling coldness in them and shivered as he slightly averted his gaze.

And it was at that moment Mrs Chris said something to that man, and together they came closer to Jon.

"Jon Green?" The young man asked gently.

Jon was obviously a little taken aback by the situation, and with this gesture, the other man seemed to have come specifically to see him.

"Yes, sir."

Hearing Jon's words, the young man did not introduce himself, but turned his head to Mrs Chris and said.

"I need to talk to this boy alone."

Surprisingly, Mrs Chris, in contrast to her usual mean and sarcastic nature, did not hesitate or ask any more questions in the face of the young man's tone of voice that was unmistakably an order, and simply turned around to give them privacy.

The expression on Jon's face did not change, but in his heart, he had a vague feeling that something is not quite right.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, a yellowed parchment and a feather quill flew out of the youth's pocket, defying common sense, and hovered in front of Jon's body!

"Congratulations, Mr Jon Green, because of your unique talent, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has opened its doors to you. Just by simply signing this letter of acceptance, you will become a soon-to-be Junior Wizard."

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