"Here's your pocket money for the month, Carl. ”

"Thank you, Nick. ”

Taking a £20 note, Carl thanked the middle-aged man in front of him and returned his gaze to the old television, staring at the boring program on it.

After all these years, Carl has come to terms with the fact of the crossing.

He looked at the living room, which was typical of a middle-class English family, with sofas, carpets, televisions, and, of course, most conspicuously, fireplaces—Carl couldn't figure out why every family had a fireplace in the living room and a chimney on the roof when there was heating in the house.

Carl looked outside again, it was July, and the lawn in the yard was already very lush, and Carl's adoptive father, Nick Cooper, had to mow it with a lawn mower almost every week.

Carl was adopted, and no one in the Cooper family had ever told Carl about this, but Carl's memory was so good that he remembered almost everything that happened after he was two years old.

But the strange thing is that before the age of two, he didn't have any memory at all, as if someone had deleted this part of the amnestic, but the memory of his previous life was well preserved.

In a few days, Carl's eleventh birthday would have gone to a private school, and on a normal trajectory, Carl would have gone to a private school to finish middle and high school, and then get into Oxford or Cambridge with his excellent grades and his almost unobtrusive talent, and of course the Ivy League schools like Harvard or MIT, which was the course he had planned for himself at the age of three

- You don't have to make too much money, use your talent and the memories of your previous life to make some achievements casually, and then earn him hundreds of millions by the way, just wait for him to die, so that his life is worth it.

...... If it weren't for the fact that he accidentally floated a teacup in the air when he was four years old, he would have almost believed it.

From that moment on, he finally knew his identity, he was a mutant...... Should.

Like any other normal person, Carl practiced his abilities almost frantically, almost day and night.

For this reason, he gave up almost most of his dreams of creating a technology company, making movies, becoming a top scientist, etc., and devoted himself to exercising his abilities.

As a result, he runs to the countryside almost every chance he gets, where he can exercise his abilities without hesitation.

Of course, when he is too tired to do anything, he will do something else.

On his eighth birthday, on July 31, 1987, he received a birthday present, a personal computer equipped with an Intel 80386 16MHz processor, 640KB of RAM, 20MB hard drive, and a 1.2M floppy drive.

Carl is really grateful to his adoptive parents for this, because this thing is really expensive even in the UK, and the cost of buying this machine is really a big burden for a middle-class family.

However, it is worth the money, even if he was not a programmer in his previous life, but he was also a science and engineering dog, and he also has a certain understanding of the level of Internet development in the current era.

To put it simply, just a few words - many holes are like a sieve.

As a result, the first money he paid back was more than the price of the computer itself.

With his almost unforgettable talent and the foundation left by his previous life, he has gone further and further on the road of hacking, and even made some fame in the circle.

But he forgot one thing - the tax system of the capitalist countries.

A year later, after several large sums of money were found to be of unknown origin, his adoptive father, Nick, and his adoptive mother, Louis, received a court summons – unbeknownst to his adoptive parents, and Carl had only borrowed an account in their name.

And then?

He was then ordered by the court to stay away from the computer.

Of course, it wasn't all for nothing, as the patent holder of the network firewall, a buyout fee of three million pounds was essential - he could have relied on this patent to make money that he would not have spent for hundreds of lifetimes in the future, but because of the clear violations that already existed, he had to choose to give up the patent in exchange for an out-of-court settlement from the bank and the relevant authorities to avoid being imprisoned in a juvenile detention center

- Of course, it wouldn't be the case if it was just a few millions, but he almost emptied the bank, so ...... Low-key, low-key.

In the end, until he became an adult, the money was kept by his adoptive parents, and he couldn't touch a dime.

I have to say, it's a sad story.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a gentle female voice sounded: "Carl, there is your letter!"

"Got it, Louise!"

Carl responded, making his way to the foyer.

Louise Cooper, his adoptive mother, is a gentle and kind Caucasian woman who still has charm.

Carl thought that Louis marrying his adoptive father was a flower stuck in cow dung until he saw a picture of Nick when he was younger.

He couldn't help but sigh that the years were really a pig-killing knife.

"This is for you, dear. ”

Carl came to the foyer, and Louis handed the letter.

For some reason, the moment he received the letter, Carl suddenly had a bad premonition.

He didn't know where this premonition came from, was it a court summons?

He felt that way the last time Nick received a court summons.

Carl quickly went through the past year in his mind, but he couldn't remember what he had done illegally.

Carefully taking the letter, he even used his telekinesis to place a protective shield around him and Louis to prevent the possible presence of explosives in the envelope.

Nian power, this is the name he can think of that best matches his abilities.

Then, Karl's eyes widened as he looked at the contents of the envelope.

I saw that it was written in emerald green ink: 28 Hadlow Road, Tonbridge Town, Kent, on the floor of the foyer, by Mr. Carl Cooper.

WTF？

Carl doesn't even have to read the content in it, if there is one word to describe Carl's mood now, it is the day dog!

"What's wrong, darling?"

Noticing Carl's expression, Louis asked with concern.

"No, nothing?"

Carl shook his head and took a deep breath. He felt he needed to take a break and let his brain be still.

To do this, he typed out the envelope, pulled out the letter and read it:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore. (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Magician of the Order of Sir Merlin)

Dear Mr. Cooper: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment. Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will wait for your owl to hear back from you by July 31.

Vice-Principal (female) Minerva McGonagall is hereby up.

Nothing else, Carl looked up at his adoptive mother, "I think we have to have a family meeting, Louise." ”