You've already added half the points to Chapter 1, and you're telling me this is the Harry

I've only completed half of Chapter 1's skill point allocation, and you're telling me it's the Harry Potter world?

"He won the gold medal in the UK Primary School Mathematics Competition in first grade, and it was an unprecedented perfect score."

"He swept all the gold medals in all subjects in the secondary school category in the second year, becoming one of the best secondary school students in the UK."

"Starting in the third grade, he even showed extraordinary talent in sports, such as table tennis, tennis, and fencing..."

"Charles Evans, the Muggles all agree you're the most talented student in all of Britain, saying you're destined to win some kind of bombshell award."

"So, you're the Muggle world's young Albus Dumbledore, right?"

"Then your brain must be as precious as Albus Dumbledore's—precious research material!"

In the dimly lit basement, a mad old man dressed in a black robe stared with fanatical eyes at the boy tied to a chair, as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

The boy he called Charles Evans sat there blankly, as if struck by lightning.

Just as the old man in the black robe said, Charles was indeed a brilliant student renowned throughout Britain.

He had just finished giving a speech at the school's graduation ceremony and was on his way back to his apartment when the old man in the black robe suddenly appeared, clutching a wooden stick.

At the time, Ciel didn't pay much attention, only thinking that maybe it was some kind of holiday and this old man was out on the street doing cosplay.

The next moment, when the old man in black robes swung his wooden stick, everyone on the street seemed to be under some kind of spell, and they all avoided the spot where Xia Er was.

It was then that Charles was startled and realized what was happening.

The old man in the black robe doesn't seem to be cosplaying; he's a real wizard!

The next second, he fell unconscious after the old man in black robes waved his wand. When he woke up, he was tied to a chair in this dark basement.

At this moment, listening to the old man in black robes babbling incessantly about Muggles, and even mentioning a familiar name—Albus Dumbledore—Charles truly felt like he'd been screwed over.

"Damn, I thought this was a parallel world from the 1990s."

"Damn system, didn't you tell me this was the magical world?!"

That's right, Charles is a time traveler.

In his previous life, Ciel was an ordinary office worker who didn't have any particular hobbies other than watching TV series and movies.

Until that day, a "time travel starter" crossed half a street, crashed through the wall of Charles's house, killed him instantly, and sent him to England in the 1990s.

At first, Charles was worried about his future livelihood.

After all, like most transmigrators, he was an orphan in this life, had no relatives, and grew up in an orphanage.

In Britain, people don't believe in the concept of "are kings and nobles born with special privileges?" and there's no such thing as compulsory education.

Going to university is no joke; the tuition fees are exorbitant.

Many of Xia Er's skills from his previous life are useless in this foreign land of this era.

Living a decent life is really not easy.

It wasn't until a "ding" sounded in Xia Er's mind, indicating that something called the Infinite Deduction System had been bound to him, that Xia Er finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As its name suggests, the function of this system is to make infinite deductions. Any knowledge that Xia Er learns can be deduced to a higher level through this system.

For example, once you've learned first-grade math, you can use the system to deduce and master more mathematical knowledge derived from it, and even use it as a basis to deduce the content of advanced mathematics.

Even some sports theories can be deduced. For example, the basic theories of table tennis, such as the landing point, spin, speed, and changes, can be used to deduce advanced techniques such as double-sided topspin, penhold backhand topspin, and backhand flick.

Furthermore, aside from not being able to directly improve physical attributes, Ciel can perfectly master all the techniques he deduces.

It was through the Infinite Deduction System that Charles gradually transformed from an orphan in a welfare home into a child prodigy who caused a sensation throughout Britain.

Xia Er originally thought that his destiny in this life was to become a pioneer of human civilization by relying on the system, leading humanity from Earth to the boundless starry sky.

Only then did he realize that his fate had played a cruel joke on him.

I've been studying science for ten years, only to find out the world itself isn't scientific at all. Is this some kind of Harry Potter world?!

Magic in this world has absolutely nothing to do with science.

The Summoning Charm can summon objects from afar, Apparition can traverse space, and there's also the Time-Turner, a bizarre contraption that involves time...

What kind of science can achieve this?

If the Trisolarans could apparite, what the hell would they be afraid of if Earth's technology exploded?

Charles was on the verge of tears.

After spending ten years studying science in the magical world, is there anything more outrageous than this?

Oh right, and also, he was attacked and kidnapped by a crazy old wizard.

Judging from his appearance, he seems quite interested in his own brain?

Upon realizing his predicament, Ciel temporarily forgot about the disillusionment with his worldview and returned his attention to reality.

The old wizard in black robes was looking at Charles with a puzzled expression.

"By the way, are you really as smart as Dumbledore?"

"Why do you look so dull? You don't seem very bright."

"If that's the case, then you're of no value to me."

Charles forced a smile.

"My dear wizard, I believe that one cannot judge a person's intelligence by their appearance."

"Or rather, the smarter someone is, the less intelligent they seem, or even a bit crazy."

"If the Albus Dumbledore you're talking about is really as smart as you say, I bet he'd look crazy and have a lot of quirks, like a particular fondness for eating weird and unusual things..."

Upon hearing this, the old wizard in black robes paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.

"What you said does make some sense."

Then, he looked at Charles and asked.

"So what do you think of me?"

Charles spoke fluently.

"I think you look a bit crazier than Dumbledore, but you know, geniuses are often seen as mad by ordinary people. How can mortals understand geniuses?"

"So the more insane someone seems to ordinary people, the more of a genius they are."

"In conclusion, you should be a little more talented than Dumbledore, and far more talented than me."

"I, Charles Evans, am but a mortal born in an era without you. If you wish to conduct any research on the brain, I sincerely believe that only your genius mind is capable of undertaking such a task."

"Am I worthy? Not even a chicken feather!"

The old wizard in black robes was completely captivated.

"Yes, you're absolutely right, absolutely right."

"Cial Evans, even though you're a Muggle, your knowledge far surpasses that of those old fogies in the Order of Merlin!"

"Those old fogies who are stuck in their ways actually mocked my brilliant idea as the ravings of a madman. I'm going to prove to them that my idea is the most brilliant design in history."

"Tracing the origins of magic, the ascension of the soul, the most ancient magic..."

The old wizard in black robes seemed to be indulging in self-entertainment, or perhaps he had gone mad, constantly muttering some difficult-to-pronounce terms.

Then, his gaze fell on Charles.

"Charles, you have the remarkable insight to recognize my talent. I, Dark Seid, acknowledge you. Among mortals other than myself, your mind is undoubtedly the strongest!"

"Although there is no other person like me in the world for me to study, your mind is definitely stronger and has more potential for improvement than those seventy-three idiots before you."

The next moment, the old wizard in black robes took out a bottle of green potion that looked like fel energy and poured it into Charles's mouth without saying a word.

"Come, drink this potion of sublimation; sublime evolution awaits you!"

(End of this chapter)