The rain hammered against the small, crooked windows of the cottage, a steady drumbeat that seemed to echo the pounding of Julius Montague's heart. At eleven years old, Julius sat at the worn wooden table, clutching a crumpled letter—his Hogwarts acceptance letter—its parchment shimmering faintly in the dim candlelight. The seal of the school, a majestic lion, was embossed in gold wax, promising a new life filled with magic.
For years, he'd wondered if he would ever receive such a letter. His parents had fallen in the distant chaos of the wizarding war when he was just a baby, fighting bravely against dark forces that threatened their world. Their faces were distant, blurry memories—faint echoes that haunted him. His only family now was his grandmother, a gentle old woman who had raised him from infancy with stories of their noble magical bloodline and the old magic that flowed through their veins.
But last year, at age ten, she had quietly passed away, leaving Julius utterly alone in the quiet, shadowed house. Since then, the house had felt colder, emptier, filled only with memories and the faint scent of herbs and old books.
He looked down at the letter again, his fingers trembling. Could he really be a wizard? Was he truly destined to follow in his family's footsteps? Doubts gnawed at him, but amid the darkness, a flicker of hope sparked.
Suddenly, a strange warmth emanated from the silver pendant hanging around his neck—a family heirloom that had been passed down through generations. It was a simple silver chain with a glowing emerald set into a delicate pendant. His grandmother had always said it was special, that it held old magic. Tonight, the gem pulsed softly, as if alive.
As Julius gazed at the pendant, a faint whisper echoed in his mind—soft, like a secret carried on the wind.
"The bloodline awakens."
His eyes widened. The pendant's glow intensified, and in that instant, memories flooded his mind—images of reading the Harry Potter books, immersing himself in the adventures of Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the many mysteries of Hogwarts. He remembered devouring every book, dreaming of magic, bravery, and a world beyond the mundane.
His past life as a Muggle-born reader surfaced vividly. He could still see himself curled up in a corner, a mug of hot chocolate in hand, lost in stories of wizards and magical creatures. Now, it felt like those stories weren't just stories—they were hints, keys, or perhaps, memories stored deep within him.
The moment his fingers brushed the pendant again, a jolt of energy surged through him. The room spun slightly, and a shimmering, translucent window flickered into his vision—a floating, glowing interface filled with symbols and options he couldn't immediately grasp.
His heart pounded. Was this magic? Or some hallucination? His breath caught in his throat.
A calm, deep voice echoed softly in his mind.
"Welcome, Julius Montague. You have awakened the Attributes Copy System . Please select your first action."
Julius stared, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and confusion. The interface was like nothing he'd ever seen—an intricate panel with various sections, all shimmering with a faint blue glow.
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The Status Panel
Before him, in the air, appeared a panel of floating text and icons:
- Name: Julius Montague
- Age: 11
- Magic Rank: [F] (Indicating his current level, but capable of progressing through the ranks)
- Spell Library: [Empty]
- Entries: [Empty]
- Pets: [None]
- Items: [Heirloom Pendant]
The Magic Rank is prominently displayed as [F], but the system indicates that magic can be ranked up through the following levels:
F, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS, EX
The ranking system is like a ladder—climbing from weak to legendary.
The panel pulsed softly as if awaiting his interaction.
He blinked, trying to process what was happening. This was more than just magic—it felt like a character sheet from a game, but real.
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Memories and Realizations
In that moment, fragments of his past flashed through his mind—his childhood, the books he read, the dreams of Hogwarts. He remembered the Harry Potter series vividly: the Sorting Hat, the magical classes, the spells, the friendships, the dangers. Deep inside him, he knew that this system, this awakening, was connected to those memories—perhaps his own hidden potential, or some ancient magic awakening within him.
He remembered how Harry had been an ordinary boy who discovered he was a wizard—just like him now. The thought filled him with determination. If Harry could learn magic, so could he.
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The System Interface
The voice continued, calm and steady.
"This system allows you to analyze and copy attributes from others—people, creatures, objects. Use it to grow stronger. You may start by analyzing your surroundings or copying useful knowledge."
Julius hesitated. He looked at the options: Analyze, Copy, Learn, Observe.
He reached out with trembling fingers and selected "Analyze."
The symbols swirled and shifted, revealing faint silhouettes of a magical creature, a person, and an object—the family grimoire sitting on his shelf.
Analysis complete.
Copy available: Basic spell knowledge, potion recipes.
A spark of excitement ignited within him. He focused on the book, and a gentle glow emitted from his palm. Flashes of magical formulas and spells flooded into his mind—simple but powerful.
The interface faded, and the room returned to its quiet, familiar state. Julius looked at his hands, eyes shining with wonder.
"Incredible," he whispered to himself. "This is real."
He realized that, from this moment on, his life was about to change. The magic he'd only read about in books was now within his reach. His bloodline, his memories, his hopes—they all converged in this moment of awakening.
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The Path Forward
Tomorrow would be his first day at Hogwarts. But tonight, Julius sat in the dim candlelight, clutching his pendant tightly. His mind buzzed with possibilities. Could he find out who he truly was? Could he unlock the full extent of his magic? Would he be able to carry his family's legacy forward?
He cast a glance at the status panel once more, noticing that the **Magic Rank** was marked as [F] but with the potential to ascend through the ranks—E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS, and finally, EX .
What powers could he unlock?
What secrets did his bloodline hold?
In that quiet, stormy night, Julius Montague knew one thing: the adventure was just beginning.
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Would you like me to add specific details about the system's functions, the entries, or further expand on his memories?