Chapter 1 Orphan

Late at night on July 15, 1991, London.

In an alley, a blond boy was confronting a large black dog with withered fur.

The boy held a metal short stick in his right hand, which should have been disassembled from some kind of machinery. There were burrs on the broken end of the short stick.

The boy moved his right foot back and bent his body slightly to fight. Behind him were several huge garbage cans with piles of garbage piled high and emitting a foul smell. However, the target of the confrontation between the man and the dog was obviously this pile of garbage.

In the darkness not far from the alley, two figures were observing this scene.

One of them, an old man with a long white beard, whispered: "Minerva, do you think he can scare the dog away?"

"We can't watch that child fight with the dog, he will get hurt! Professor!" The tall woman next to him seemed very dissatisfied. She pursed her lips tightly, and the wrinkles on her face trembled as she opened and closed her mouth. While speaking, she also drew out her wand and pretended to move forward.

The old man with white beard held out his hand to stop her, "Wait."

At the same time, in the alley.

The big black dog seemed to be unable to contain its hunger, and its big mouth full of sharp teeth and saliva rushed towards the boy.

On the other side, the boy stared at the black shadow that was rushing over, and suddenly bent his body to the right to avoid the big black dog's bite. At the same time, he swung the short stick in his hand. The initial speed of the short stick was not fast, but it suddenly accelerated in the middle, turning into a residual shadow and hitting the big black dog .

The big black dog whimpered and fell to the ground, then quickly got up, with its tail tightly clamped between its legs, turned around and limped out of the alley. The stick just now broke its right front leg.

"It seems that our little Mike has won." The old man with white beard narrowed his eyes and smiled.

In the alley, Mike didn't seem to let go of the big black dog that was trying to snatch food from him.

Mike took a few steps to quickly approach the big black dog, holding the short stick high in his right hand and hitting the big black dog's waist.

The big black dog's right front leg was injured, and its speed of movement was greatly reduced. In addition, it was facing away from Mike, so it could only limp forward.

With a sound of "Puff!", the big black dog fell to the ground again.

Mike had already sat on the big black dog, and smashed the big black dog's head with the short stick in his hand.

After an unknown amount of time, Mike stopped moving, panting heavily, and the big black dog under him had already stopped moving. The dog's head was already bloody, and there was a small pool of blood under the dog that was slowly expanding.

After calming down his breathing, Mike stood up, holding the short stick in one hand and dragging the big black dog in the other hand, and walked towards the darkness outside the alley, without even looking at the trash can they had just fought for.

Not far away, the two people watching the fight looked at each other in silence. What happened in those few short minutes was really beyond their expectations.

These two people were Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the dean of Hogwarts Gryffindor College, and professor of Transfiguration.

They originally thought that Mike, a teenager who was less than 11 years old, would try to scare away or repel a vicious dog that was as tall as his waist. However, what they never expected was that Mike actually chose to kill the big black dog, and it seemed that he was going to make it his dinner.

Professor McGonagall turned her head stiffly and looked at Dumbledore. "After all, he is an orphan who has been wandering for five years. If you were soft-hearted, he might have died long ago. He is still a child, Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall's tone was persuasive. She knew Dumbledore too well, and Mike's actions would undoubtedly cause Dumbledore's dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, Minerva. I can see that the child is not bad by nature, not to mention that there are teachers like us?" Dumbledore did not turn around, and continued to look at the darkness where Mike disappeared.

And our Mike, obviously did not realize that two wizards had just witnessed what he did. At this time, he was humming a little song and walking on the empty road.

Mike came out to look for food this time. His original target was the trash cans in his territory. These European and American countries may have an oversupply of resources, and residents have the habit of wasting food. Thanks to this bad habit, Mike always gets something every day.

And this time Mike's luck is obviously good, and a big black dog actually shows up to serve as Mike's dinner. With better options, Mike will naturally not go through those smelly trash cans again. Even if he is a homeless orphan and has no right to dislike dirt, it is better to be clean. It is easy to get sick if it is too sloppy.

Yes, Mike is an orphan. In theory, he should stay in an orphanage, but Mike knows that not every orphanage is as beautiful as they say. In fact, many orphanages are engaged in disguised human trafficking.

Their clients are all kinds of strange, and even couples with serious criminal records and no marriage certificates can successfully adopt children. It stands to reason that most of them do not meet the adoption conditions, especially in the UK where the adoption conditions are extremely harsh.

But as the saying goes, money makes the world go round.

As long as you pay, those cumbersome and strict restrictions will open a window for you, and the size of the window depends on how much you pay.

Mike has never been in these orphanages, but he knows all about these things. Everything in this world requires money, and you can't enter a good orphanage without money.

For older street wandering orphans like Mike, no matter how long you have been wandering, even if you have only been wandering for one day, your "price will drop sharply."

Now only the free welfare orphanage built by the government is willing to take in Mike, and this is only after he was caught by the so-called "social welfare department" but actually the "urban appearance and municipal department" and went through formal procedures before he could enter.

But these orphanages, well, how to say it.

In the words of the city appearance and municipal department staff, "You street thieves deserve to rot in such an orphanage."

Mike couldn't bear to recall the treatment of the orphans in these orphanages, and the most desperate thing was that no one was willing to adopt the children in these orphanages. Even if there were, they would definitely not be kind, after all, everyone in London knew what kind of children were locked up in these orphanages.

So in order to avoid being caught by those "hyenas" and thrown into an orphanage, Mike had to stay away from the city and build a shed in a forest in the suburbs. And our Mike also named this shed he built with his own hands the garbage house, which is a very appropriate name, because this house is indeed built with garbage.

At this time, our Mike was lying on a shabby mattress in the garbage house with his eyes fixed on the string of wind chimes on the roof.

After staring at it for 20 minutes, the string of wind chimes suddenly swayed in the windless situation, making a crisp jingling sound.

Looking at the wind chimes, a bright smile broke out on Mike's little face. This was the first time in half a year that he took the initiative to use his ability to make the wind chimes move.

Mike felt that he was a person with super powers. Whenever he was emotional, supernatural phenomena would appear around him. Sometimes the glass in his hand would suddenly crack, and sometimes a fire would suddenly ignite around him.

The severity of these supernatural phenomena depended entirely on the intensity of his emotions, and they were completely uncontrollable. This was also the reason why Mike moved to the grove. If such supernatural phenomena appeared frequently in front of people, he would definitely be checked by others, and then he might be sliced ​​and studied.

Since Mike discovered that his ability was related to his emotional fluctuations, he began to learn to control his emotions. Because he found that mastering his emotions could control his abilities to a certain extent, so that his abilities could be used as he wished.

Obviously, the efforts over the past six months have not been fruitless.

Just now, when he was fighting with the big black dog, he successfully activated that ability. At that time, all he thought about was beating the dead dog to death, so his short stick seemed to be attached with some magic, and his speed and strength became extremely great.

"In this way, we can proceed with the next plan."

The boy's eyes sparkled in the darkness. Soon, a slight snoring sound was heard from the hut. The two consecutive active activations tonight were too tiring for the thin boy.