Ray could not only make Glass disappear for a moment, but he could also use telekinesis.
Making Glass disappear was a discovery he'd made during his recent risk-taking. He'd been pushed to the brink, or else he wouldn't have thought he could make Glass disappear.
Because he could use telekinesis, he figured he should also be able to make Glass disappear.
He'd used telekinesis when the perverted employee was pinning him down, kissing his neck. In a moment of desperation, his right hand had wanted to grab a brick from afar to defend himself, and the brick had flown directly into his hand. That was what led to the three head-bashing blows.
He'd been desperate just now, so he'd used his will to make Glass disappear for a moment.
Fortunately, it worked, or else he would have been caught, taken to the police station, and forced to pay, then sent back to the orphanage.
Ray didn't think he'd have a second chance to escape. He was panting, but he was suppressing his laughter.
Because he discovered that he actually possessed superpowers.
He could lift objects with his mind, and he could make glass disappear out of thin air; these were his superpowers.
Perhaps he had other undiscovered abilities, but regardless, with these two abilities alone, he wouldn't starve.
As long as he was given a chance to grow up, even without superpowers, he could still live a wonderful life.
This was the confidence of a person who had transmigrated and been reborn, especially since this place was basically the same as the real world – 1980s Britain.
At this moment, Ray was like a prophet, knowing the future situation. Even if it was just a general idea, he could still benefit greatly from it.
After the excitement subsided and he got used to the darkness, Ray went to the bedding section to rest.
Because this area usually had ready-made, comfortable, and soft beds. Sleeping here meant at least he wouldn't be cold.
After running for so long and being utterly exhausted, Ray collapsed onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.
The next day, Ray woke up just as dawn was breaking.
He woke up early because he had to. If he was caught sneaking into the shopping mall, it would be another problem.
Last night's dream was very real, containing not only his past life, but also his current one.
The memories of his past and present lives were intertwined in the dream, giving Ray a sense of unreality and illusion.
Sighing, Ray quickly got dressed. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a letter.
It was an ordinary-looking letter, the envelope folded from parchment, lying on top of the blanket.
Ray could hardly believe he hadn't noticed it before falling asleep.
There was a crest at the top of the envelope, and it was sealed with wax.
Ray turned the envelope over and found the address written on the back: 17 Burlington Market Street, Shop Number Four, Mr. Ray Fasti.
"This?"
Ray was surprised. The address on this letter was so precise.
He had only arrived here yesterday, and yet he had received a letter today. Burlington Market Street, this large address was naturally correct. As for whether this was Shop Number Four, Ray wasn't so sure.
But the letter was clearly for him, because his name was written on it.
The letter gave him a familiar feeling. Ray turned around and looked around the empty department store, then, bewildered, he tore open the envelope and took out the letter inside.
"Dear Mr. Fasti, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Ray trembled slightly as he finished reading the letter. As a modern person who had transmigrated and been reborn, if he didn't know what this letter was about, then he was seriously out of the loop.
Although Harry Potter had ended many years ago, and the plot details were a bit hazy, the words "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" were as clear as day.
Ray had originally thought that he had only been reborn into an 80s parallel-world England.
What he hadn't expected at all was that this place was actually the magical world of Harry Potter.
A notification letter, a checklist of essentials for new students; a train ticket to King's Cross Station, platform nine and three-quarters; and a map of Diagon Alley.
"Harry Potter! So, my superpower is actually Magic."
Ray, filled with surprise and doubt, immediately defined his superpower.
The world of Harry Potter was a magical world. Not only were there Wizards, Dragons, and Werewolves, but also all kinds of magical creatures and Vampires.
Lane Evos was a Vampire, and what's more, a Vampire who could walk in the daytime.
Because he possessed the Daywalker Ring, a treasure of the Vampire clan.
This was something the arrogant Lane Evos himself had told Ray.
Every year, on the night after Ray's birthday, he would be summoned to Lane's room. He was always drawn to the ring on his hand.
The lustful Lane Evos would look at him with a burning gaze, and had once cryptically said, "When you come of age, after you offer your blood for resurrection. I can share it with you, and you can become someone who can live in the sunlight."
Before his memories fully returned, Ray hadn't understood. But now, thinking it over, Lane Evos was a Vampire wearing the Daywalker Ring.
Putting aside this confirmed thought, Ray quickly washed up and left the mall.
His timing was perfect, just before the mall employees arrived.
The streets were already bustling with people, including groups and individual children, so he wouldn't stand out.
Since this was the world of Harry Potter, Ray followed the directions and prepared to head to The Leaky Cauldron.
Just as Ray left the shopping center and turned the corner to check if he was being followed, he caught sight of a familiar figure entering the shopping center's doors.
Lane Evos, the orphanage director.
Seeing him, Ray inhaled sharply. This guy gave him the feeling of a monster that devoured people without spitting out the bones. Whenever Lane Evos approached, it sent shivers down his spine.
Ray hastily ducked back, no longer daring to peek.
Because at that moment, Lane Evos suddenly stopped, as if he had sensed the furtive glance.
As if, not confirmed. After a moment's hesitation, Lane Evos finally entered the shopping center doors.
Ray didn't dare to delay and immediately ran to the other end of the street, getting on a double-decker bus.
And just after Ray boarded the bus, Lane Evos had walked to the corner he had been peeking at earlier, his expression somewhat exasperated: "An unintentional departure? Or a deliberate escape?"
Lane Evos punched the wall at the corner, the ring on his right middle finger hitting the wall with a crisp sound.
The force of this punch was enormous, causing the bricks to burst and kicking up a cloud of dust. Despite this, his finger wasn't scratched at all, and the ring on his middle finger wasn't even deformed.
Ray changed buses two or three times and finally arrived at Charing Cross Road in the Westminster area, the oldest street in London.
The old street had a leisurely charm amidst the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, with a youthful modern feel and the elegance of the old city; here, all sorts of shops and stalls were available.
According to the directions, The Leaky Cauldron was located deep within the old street, between a record store and a bookstore.
It was nearing noon, and there were all sorts of tourists walking on the old street. Ray was now one of them.
Last life, he hadn't had time to travel here. This life, coming here for the first time, he was immediately captivated by the old street, brimming with art and history.
Controlling his urge to explore, Ray finally found The Leaky Cauldron. Only at this moment did he fully believe the contents of the letter; this was truly the world of Harry Potter.
The Leaky Cauldron had a very small entrance, only the width of two shop fronts.
A sign for The Leaky Cauldron hung on the left, and a simple door was on the right.
Such a shop was an anomaly on this street; its historical weight made it absolutely unforgettable at a glance.
However, those without Magic couldn't see the bar at all. This meant that only Wizards, or those with the potential to become Wizards, could see it and enter.
Steadying himself, Ray stepped forward and pushed open the old door, then walked inside.
The environment in the bar was very dim, filled with smoke. Even in broad daylight, candles were needed for illumination.
The old, long tables and the mottled walls were lit by the faint sunlight filtering through the high windows.
The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and the soft strains of a violin.
Ray immediately drew everyone's attention as he pushed the door open.
This was a place for adults, and Ray was only eleven years old.
He shouldn't be here, at least not alone. He should have been accompanied by an adult.
The Leaky Cauldron was invisible to Muggles, and they couldn't enter. The fact that Ray was here could only mean one thing: he was a young wizard.
The pub was old, but not exactly dirty.
After entering, Ray tried to maintain a smile and composure. His relaxed demeanor made everyone think he wasn't a young wizard who had stumbled in by chance, but someone who had a purpose for being there.
The conversation paused for a moment before resuming. Those wearing tall hats and dressed in various styles, after their initial surprise, continued their discussions.
Perhaps, aside from Harry Potter, no other child entering here could attract much attention.
Climbing onto the high stool in front of the bar, Tom, the ruddy-faced owner, said with a smile as soon as Ray sat down, "Miss, we don't serve alcohol to minors here."
Tom's attire was rather old-fashioned; in fact, everyone in the bar was dressed in a style reminiscent of the 19th century.
After Ray sat down, he looked at Tom, the owner, feeling a bit awkward. He immediately took off the knitted hat he was wearing and asked in a childish voice, "Sir, I don't want any alcohol. May I ask, can I use Pound Sterling here?"
Ray only had Pound Sterling, no Galleons or Knuts.
Unexpectedly, the little girl in front of him was actually a boy. After a moment of surprise, Tom, the owner, readily replied, "Of course, sir."