London was shrouded in dense fog.

In the nearly zero-visibility haze, on the somewhat desolate streets of London, a little boy was packing up his stall, preparing to head home early.

He wore a black hat and a black coat, effortlessly drawing attention to his face, where one could see his prominent nose and the perfect curve of his lips. When he smiled, he was particularly charming; it was hard to deny that he was a boy who easily won the affection of women, especially older women.

Just as the boy was about to leave, a gentle voice came from behind him, “Little fortune teller, is there still time?”

Ian Prince turned around.

Reflected in his green eyes was a refined lady dressed in a blue plaid high-neck dress, accompanied by a lovely brown-haired girl whose hair was as fluffy as a bird’s nest.

“Of course, fate has granted me an extra moment to stay, clearly to await this moment,” Ian Prince immediately got into character and began his business.

His practiced speech was far beyond that of a typical child. “Every form of divination is a revelation of the future. If you don’t mind, madam, could you tell me your esteemed name?”

“You can call me Mrs. Granger.” Looking at Ian Prince’s finely chiseled face, Mrs. Granger found him exceedingly adorable.

One must admit, those with good looks can easily win others' favor. Ian alone could capture the hearts of many young girls, let alone this lady of a certain age before him.

“Alright, Mrs. Granger, what would you like to have divined?”

Ian smiled and rearranged his business tools.

“Of course, it’s about…” Just as Mrs. Granger was about to speak, the little girl beside her interrupted with a defiant expression, breaking free of her mother’s hand and rushing to Ian’s small table.

“Don’t think you can fool us with this trick! It’s just a psychological ploy! There’s no such thing as divination or magic in this world!”

“Behind any mysterious means is magic, sleight of hand, a scam. Science has long since ruled on this matter. You might want to read the book ‘The Lies of the Middle Ages.’”

Despite being a delicate-looking girl, she insisted on putting on a fierce stance, which made her appear both cute and a bit fierce. Her mother’s expression changed, ready to reprimand her.

Ian raised his hand to stop Mrs. Granger’s movement.

“That’s a good suggestion. I’ll give you one as well; ‘The New Principles of Numerical Divination’ is a good book you might want to look at.”

Ian wasn’t upset by the little girl’s challenge; instead, he smiled in agreement. His reaction made the girl feel as if she had hit a wall of cotton, leaving her somewhat frustrated.

Her doll-like face turned a deeper shade of red.

“There’s no magic in this world!”

The little girl reiterated.

“What if there is?” Ian tilted his head to look at the girl, who was slightly shorter than him.

“Then I'll eat your table!” the little girl declared earnestly.

“Oh, alright, Miss Hermione Granger, I’ll remember your words. Those who don’t keep their promises will grow bald when they get older,” Ian said with a smile that seemed very happy.

“How do you know my name?”

The little girl, Hermione Granger, was taken aback. She quickly turned to look at her mother in a bit of a panic, and Mrs. Granger also looked at Ian in amazement.

“Can we start, Mrs. Granger?”

Ian maintained a mysterious demeanor, shuffling the tarot cards in his hand before laying out four on the table. He hadn’t acted this smoothly when he was displaying his divination skills before.

Look at the little girl; she was so scared she had hidden in her mother’s arms.

“You must be playing some trick. Don’t believe him, Mom,” Hermione Granger still seemed to firmly believe in materialism, but she no longer dared to approach the fortune teller who had called her name.

“We need a divination, Mr. Fortune Teller.”

Mrs. Granger’s eyes lit up at this moment, not caring what Hermione Granger had said. Her tone was much more serious and focused than before.

Ian ignored Hermione Granger’s angry glare and gestured for Mrs. Granger to choose a tarot card.

Mrs. Granger immediately made her choice—looking at the card that had been turned over on the table, Ian raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly at Mrs. Granger.

“It’s The Fool, madam.”

Upon hearing this, Hermione’s expression remained displeased, but her ears perked up.

Mrs. Granger clasped her hands together with anticipation.

“Mr. Fortune Teller, what does this signify?”

Ian clasped his hands and suggested, “That’s something you must ask yourself, madam. What were you thinking when you turned over this card?”

Mrs. Granger nodded, a look of realization on her face.

“I just wanted to ask if my daughter Hermione can get into her ideal school a year from now.” Most parents in the world are certainly most concerned about their children.

Ian often encountered such situations.

However, he still feigned a look of sudden realization.

“So you want to divine for your daughter.”

Ian’s tone of surprise was vivid and lifelike.

“Yes, little fortune teller, can you tell me the result?” Mrs. Granger said, taking out 5 pounds from her bag and handing it to Ian.

Ian smiled slightly, his gaze on Hermione.

At that moment, the little girl seemed to curiously look at Ian, but as soon as she met his gaze, she quickly turned her head away, trying to appear indifferent.

However, from her occasional glances at him, it was clear that she was quite curious about the result of the divination.

Saying one thing but meaning another was reasonable.

After all, she was a future witch, one of the three main characters in the original story, born into a Muggle family but endowed with wizarding talent. Naturally, she had the inherent inclination of a wizard to explore the unknown.

“Of course, no problem.” Ian Prince said with a gentle smile as he picked up The Fool tarot card from the table and slowly said to Mrs. Granger,

“This represents a new beginning and adventure.

“After next year, your daughter will enter the school that is most suitable for her, and she will achieve extraordinary success in the future, becoming a high-ranking official adored by many.”

Ian had been running his stall for some time, and his tone had never been so certain.

Mrs. Granger immediately smiled broadly, clearly very pleased.

Hermione pouted and said nothing, but from the slight upward curve of her lips, it could still be seen that she was in a good mood.

“Thank you, little fortune teller. We’ll take our leave now.” Mrs. Granger, having received a satisfactory answer, waved goodbye to Ian with a smile.

Beside her, Hermione couldn’t wait to pull her mother away.

Just a few steps out, she couldn’t help but turn back and make a fierce expression at Ian. Ian, looking at The Fool tarot card in his hand, couldn’t help but raise his voice slightly with a mischievous tone.

“Oh, by the way, in the future, she will also have two big sons.”

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Granger turned around in surprise, raising her brows and responding with a smile, “Wow, actually, I think two children are a bit too few.”

“I won’t have children!”

Hermione’s face turned red.

Mrs. Granger patted her head.

Ian, without saying anything more, gave a slight bow.

“Welcome back next time, Mrs. Granger.”

His voice was soft.

“Thank you, little fortune teller.”

Mrs. Granger left with Hermione. Ian began to pack up his stall, preparing to head back when he faintly heard Hermione’s annoyed voice.

“Mom, divination isn’t scientific! He must have eavesdropped on our conversation to know my name; these people only know how to speak flowery words!”

At this moment, Mrs. Granger simply patted Hermione's head, “Oh, Hermione, why are you so concerned? It’s just 5 pounds, which isn’t important to us, but for that child, it means he can enjoy a full meal. If conditions allowed, what child your age would go out to earn a living?”

“His clothes have many patches; he’s a poor child…”

The voices grew fainter.

Ian then looked down at his own clothes.

Indeed, they were somewhat shabby.

This was actually a piece of clothing he had received as a donation last year. Every year, Ian received donated clothes from kind-hearted people, but in the orphanage, after being caught a few times by Jili, this is how the clothes had ended up.

Jili was a cat, the only pet companion for the orphans in that square, eerie, and ancient orphanage. In fact, it was just a stray cat that had wandered in and not left.

“Another day with good earnings.”

Ian Prince finished packing up his stall; he had earned around 10 pounds today, which was undoubtedly a decent income for a child.

Of course, for him to achieve such earnings, Ian must have some unusual qualities.

Name: Ian Prince

Occupation: Bloodline Sorcerer

Magic Level: 4

Skills:

Language Proficiency (Level 3): 23/400

Biological Anatomy (Level 4): 796/800

Free Fighting (Level 3): 85/400

Psychology (Level 6): 42/3200

【Extraordinary Trait of Psychology: Thought Perception.】

…

Yes,

Ian had an attribute panel, but there were no system tasks or cute system spirits; it was just a panel that gave him the trait of “effort leads to strength.”

Very simple,

But also very practical.

As long as effort can yield returns, it’s a sufficiently positive motivation for most people, not to mention that skill upgrades would also bring Ian additional benefits—extraordinary traits.

Extraordinary traits are a skill that grants certain bonuses once you reach level five, giving Ian some powerful traits derived from that skill.

If a skill could be leveled to ten, it would gain even more powerful legendary traits. However, as of now, Ian had yet to successfully grind out a level ten skill.

Gaining proficiency wasn’t that easy; for instance, today, he only gained five points in Psychology proficiency, and to level up, he needed to persuade over three thousand people.

Well,

It can’t be called persuasion, can it?

Providing emotional value is also a form of contribution, isn’t it?

Ian relied on thought perception to read the thoughts of many customers, which allowed him to thrive in the divination business and gain a bit of fame in this neighborhood.

“小开不算开.”

Ian evaluated his golden finger and returned to the orphanage with his gear—classic beginnings are always the norm for a transmigrant.

“Hey, Ian, wait, don’t go back yet.”

“A Santa Claus has come!”

Ian pushed the small cart back to the dilapidated orphanage.

A group of children surrounded him.

And Ian also saw a shadow flash by in front.

“Nonsense, it’s clearly Gandalf,” Ian corrected the child.

At this moment, his feelings were quite complex.

He had been waiting for this day.

However,

He hadn’t expected this day to come so soon, and the visitor turned out to be—Albus Dumbledore.

Watching the gray-bearded old man walk toward the headmaster's office, Ian Prince felt a bit puzzled.

How strange.

Wasn’t Hogwarts supposed to send an owl first and then dispatch a professor to explain?