Chapter 1： orphan

Late at night on July 15, 1991, London.

In an alley, a blond boy is confronting a **** dog with withered hair.

The boy was holding a metal short stick in his right hand, which should have been removed from some kind of machinery, and there were burrs on the top of the short stick.

The young man moved his right foot back and bowed slightly in a fighting style. Behind him were a few huge trash cans. The old trash piles in the buckets were still stinking. But the target of this person-dog confrontation is obviously this huge pile of garbage.

In the darkness not far from the alley, two figures are watching this scene.

One of the old men with a long white beard said softly: "Minerva, do you think he can scare the dog away?"

"We can't watch that kid fight with that dog, he will get hurt! Professor!" The tall woman on the side seemed very dissatisfied, her lips pressed tightly, wrinkles on her face trembling with the opening and closing of his mouth, and she spoke. He also drew out his magic wand to move forward.

The old man with the white beard stretched out his hand and stopped her "Wait."

At the same time, in the alley.

The **** dog seemed to be unable to bear the hunger of the attached middle school, and his big mouth with fangs and saliva rushed towards the boy.

On the other side, the young man stared at the black shadow coming over, and his body bowed slightly to the right to escape the bite of the **** dog. At the same time, the short stick in his hand was swung out. The initial speed of the short stick was not fast, but it suddenly accelerated in the middle, turning into an afterimage and smashing towards the **** dog.

The **** dog fell to the ground while whimpering, and then quickly climbed up, his tail clamped tightly between his legs, turned around and limped and fled out of the alley. The stick just broke its right front leg.

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

In the alley, Mike didn't seem to intend to just let the **** dog try to grab food with him.

I saw Mike stepping quickly and approaching the **** dog, holding the short stick in his right hand and hitting the **** dog's waist.

The **** dog was injured on his right front leg, and his movement speed was greatly reduced. With his back facing the microphone, he was limping forward.

噗! The sound. The **** dog fell to the ground again.

and Mike is already sitting on the **** dog, and the short stick in his hand slams into the **** dog's head.

I don’t know how long it took, Mike panted heavily and stopped. The **** dog under him had long since died. The dog's head was already bloody, and a small pool of blood was slowly expanding under him.

took a breath, and Mike stood up, holding a short stick in one hand and dragging the **** dog toward the darkness outside the alley, not even looking at the trash can they were fighting for.

Not far away, the two watching the battle looked at each other speechlessly. What happened in just a few minutes was beyond their expectations.

These two people are Abs Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the dean of Hogwarts Gryffindor College, and the professor of transformation.

Originally they thought that Mike, a teenager who was under 11 years old, faced a vicious dog that was as tall as his waist. They should scare him away or repel him, but what they never thought was that Mike had chosen. Kill this **** dog and plan to make it your own dinner depending on the situation.

Professor McGonagall turned his head stiffly to look at Dumbledore. "After all, she is an orphan who has been wandering for 5 years. He might have died long ago if she was kind. He's still a child, Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall said in a tone. Persuasion meant that 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 in nature, let alone our teachers?" Dumbledore did not turn around, continuing to look at the darkness where Mike disappeared.

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

Mike came out looking for food this time. His original goal was the trash cans in his site. These European and American countries may have excessive resources, and residents have the habit of wasting food. Thanks to this bad habit, Mike always gains something every day.

And this time Mike's luck was obviously good. A **** dog came out to serve as Mike's dinner. With a better choice, Mike will naturally not go through those smelly trash cans. Even if you are a stray orphan, you don't have the right to dislike dirty, but it is better to be clean. It is too sloppy and easy to get sick.

Yes, Mike is an orphan. In theory, he should stay in the orphanage, but Mike knew that not every orphanage was as beautiful as they said. In fact, many orphanages are engaged in human trafficking in disguise.

Their clients are so strange that even couples who have serious criminal records and do not even have a marriage certificate can successfully adopt children. It stands to reason that most of them are not eligible for adoption, especially in the UK where the adoption conditions are extremely harsh.

But as the saying goes, money can make the ghosts go.

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

Mike has never been in these orphanages, but he knows all about these things. Everything in this world needs money. If you want to enter a good orphanage, you can't have money.

Old street orphans like Mike, no matter how long you have been wandering, even if you only wander for one day, the price will fall.

Now only the free welfare orphanage built by the government is willing to take in Mike, and this is still after he was caught by the "Social Welfare Department" or "City Appearance and Municipal Department", and he could enter after going through the formal procedures.

But these orphanages, uh, how do you put it.

In the words of those city appearance and municipal officials, "you little gangsters on the streets, you are only good for rotting in such an orphanage."

Mike couldn’t bear to remember the treatment of the orphans in these orphanages, and the most desperate thing was that no one would want to adopt the children in these orphanages. Even if they did, they would definitely be unwilling. After all, all of London Everyone knows what kind of children are in these orphanages.

So in order to avoid being caught by those "hyenas" and thrown into the orphanage, Mike had to stay away from the city and set up a shed in a forest in the suburbs. And our Mike also named the shack he built by himself as the trash house, which is very appropriate. UU Reading www. The house of uukanshu.com is indeed built with garbage.

And at this moment our Mike is lying on an old mattress in the trash room, his eyes fixed on the string of wind chimes on the roof.

After staring continuously for 20 minutes, the string of wind chimes suddenly swayed without wind, making a crisp jingle.

Looking at the string of wind chimes, Mike's small face burst into a bright smile. This is the first time he actively used his ability to make the wind chimes move.

Mike thinks he is a superpower, and supernatural phenomena appear around him whenever he gets emotional. Sometimes the glass in my hand suddenly cracked, and sometimes there was a sudden fire around.

The severity of these supernatural phenomena depends entirely on the intensity of his emotions, and it is completely uncontrollable. This is also the reason why Mike moved to the grove by himself. If this supernatural phenomenon is frequently revealed in front of people, he will definitely be checked by the water meter, and he may be sliced ​​and studied when waiting for him.

Since Mike discovered that his ability is related to his emotional fluctuations, he has learned to control his emotions. Because he found that by mastering his emotions, he could control his abilities to a certain degree, and let his abilities perform as he hoped.

Obviously, the hard work of the past six months has not been without results.

When he was fighting with the **** dog, he successfully activated that ability. At that time, he was thinking about knocking the dead dog to death. So, his short stick seemed to have some magic attached to it, speed and power. Becomes huge.

"In this case, the next plan can be carried out."

In the darkness, the boy's eyes were gleaming, and soon there was a slight snoring sound in the cabin. Tonight's two consecutive active activation abilities were too tired for this thin boy.