Chapter 1 Birth and Past
August 1980, 8, London, the capital of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
In this historic city, on the edge of the bustling Soho district, there is a street full of oriental elements, Julu Street.
This block is dominated by Chinese-style restaurants and jewelry stores. Although it is unique, it is much more shabby compared to the prosperity of the neighboring blocks.
Despite this, there is still an endless stream of people coming here every day.
No. 21 Juelu Street is a Chinese club, and No. 22 is a Cantonese restaurant. It is considered the busiest area on the entire street.
But what is strange is that between these two buildings stands another more luxurious residence, with the address of No. 21/22 Juelu Street.
What is even more incredible is that although passers-by are either in a hurry or strolling leisurely, no one can notice its existence.
In this way, this building exists so abruptly and quietly, year after year.
But today, the tranquility in the building was broken, replaced by bustle and noise.
The reason is simple: the owner of this luxurious house, Yang Wen, and his wife, Sophie Foley, gave birth to their love child, a baby boy with black hair, black eyes, and fair skin.
On the second floor of a luxurious residence, a plump middle-aged woman dressed as a midwife and a lady of similar age to Sophie were busy wiping the baby's body covered with amniotic fluid and checking whether all parts of the little guy's body were normal.
A strangely dressed middle-aged man, wearing a white hospital coat on the outside and a Mao suit on the inside, was circling around the baby anxiously, looking at him with unconcealable joy on his face.
After a moment, the middle-aged man looked at the woman still lying on the big bed, and asked with both heartache and concern: "Sophie, how do you feel?"
Sophie Foley is a beautiful lady, with sapphire blue eyes, fair skin and a hint of nobility between her brows, all of which seem to speak of her unparalleled elegance.
She has always had a good physique. Although she had just given birth, she did not look weak at all: "Honey, I'm fine. How is the baby?"
"Don't worry, the little guy is very healthy," Yang Wen comforted him softly, "He's white and plump, and his eyes look a lot like yours."
Sophie was very excited when she heard this, and urged the midwife to bring the baby to her.
However, she did not realize that after seeing this scene, her husband had already begun to move slowly out of the house without making any noise.
She gently took the little guy and looked at him carefully, but gradually, her eyes changed from initial excitement to confusion, then to astonishment, and finally she asked, "Wen, are you sure the child's eyes are like mine, my sapphire blue?"
"Of course, dear, I swear, it definitely looks like you, except for the color of my eyes." Yang Wen responded with a wry smile.
No wonder Sophie was shocked. The little guy was now wrinkled and curled up into a ball. Regardless of whether he looked good or not, his physical features showed that he was a typical Chinese baby, except that his skin was whiter.
"So, your genes are so strong, right? What exactly did my son inherit from me?" Sophie muttered unwillingly.
Yang Wen could only smile bitterly and try to move a few more steps towards the door. He had a premonition that as soon as he spoke, all of his wife's resentment would come at him like a curse and tear him apart completely.
But he didn't expect that the lady who had just helped with the delivery had already led the midwife out of the room with a joking look on her face, and slammed the door shut, blocking his only way out. Yang Wen could only feel cold sweats breaking out.
Fortunately, Sophie was just complaining. How could she not like the flesh that fell off her body?
After just a short nagging, Sophie turned her anger into joy and said, "Just like we agreed, for a boy, let's call him Yang Tian?" Susan stared at her little baby tenderly, her motherly love fully revealed.
"Of course, dear." Yang Wen took a long breath and walked over quickly, gently hugging his wife and child. At that moment, both of them were immersed in warmth.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise downstairs, followed by deafening cheers.
"I think the brothers have already known this good news!" Yang Wen said softly. The couple smiled at each other. At this moment, silence was better than words, and the room fell silent again...
Yang Tian, the little guy in Sophie's arms, was extremely devastated at this moment.
Was he traveling through time? He had worked so hard to build his fortune, but now he had to start all over again before he could even enjoy it? Yang Tian felt like crying, but he had no tears.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on him. In his previous life, he was an orphan and experienced all kinds of life. It was not easy for him to grow up by himself.
After graduating from university, he started over as a clerk and worked his way up in the business circle of the wealthy and powerful, finally establishing his own business empire.
I planned to take a good rest and enjoy life.
But tired of the life of decadence and deception, he became obsessed with a mobile game called Future World, which is a huge production using future technology as a gimmick.
For a while, Yang Tian was "deep in the mud", playing games day and night, and sometimes even forgot to eat.
If it weren't for the cook's diligent reminder, it is possible that he would have starved to death at home.
On this day, Yang Tianzheng and his teammates were playing together to attack the epic dungeon "Laboratory". This dungeon was extremely difficult and they had been playing it for three consecutive days.
As the game took too long, everyone could only play while charging. Fortunately, their efforts were not in vain. After several battles, they finally broke into the core of the base and took control of the laboratory's intelligent computer.
When everyone was dividing the spoils, an accident happened. There was a sudden crackling sound in Yang Tian's room, and his cell phone was sparking with lightning, and a current suddenly pierced his temple.
Yang Tian only felt his eyes go dark, and he knew nothing. The only thing he thought of before closing his eyes was that the rumor that the iPhone leaked electricity when charging was actually true?
When Yang Tian opened his eyes again, he was met with the scene before him.
As the intermittent memories continued to emerge, the little guy suddenly felt tired and only had time to sigh that babies' little brains were really not very useful before he fell into a deep sleep...
In the following days, Yang Tian lived in complete seclusion.
Because the baby's body was so delicate, he spent most of his time in deep sleep. It took Yang Tian a long time to finally figure out his situation.
Based on his parents' daily conversations and the Daily Prophet that his mother regularly browsed, Yang Tian concluded that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter.
At this time, the British wizarding world was in a precarious and bloody situation.
Voldemort and his minions, the Death Eaters, are busy recruiting followers and fighting all over the world, intending to establish a wizarding world dominated by the Dark Lord and where pure-blood families are supreme.
From the information revealed in the conversation between their parents, they are both wizards. Fortunately, they are not members of the Death Eaters, and it seems that they are not members of the Order of the Phoenix either.
They have their own way of survival. Sophie grows herbs and Yang Wen makes potions.
But what the hell are these parents who combine Chinese and Western elements?
It didn’t appear in the original work?
What the hell is going on with a wizard wearing a white medical coat?
Is he serious? Yang Tian couldn't complain...
