-An orphanage in London,1981-

It's finally 1981...

The year where the story of the boy who lived started

In a way, everyone on this planet will be put in shackles by the world. No one is to defeat Voldemort but the boy who lived. The scenario will be written and no one is allowed to defy it. I normally won't believe something like a prophecy but there was also no magic in my previous world.

Fate is something that witches and wizards studied for maybe thousands of years. It is the reality here. I can't say that it is nonsense without studying it first. I can't just act condescending and said that those people are fools. Furthermore, it's not only mankind that studied fate. Other magical creatures like the centaurs also study it as well. My previous world's logic can't be applied here just as it is. There are some changes that need to be made.

Of course, no one would like someone to dictate their life. Of course, I wanted to be free from this scenario. Destiny can go fuck itself for my life is my own to decide. However...

"INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER" the cold emotionless voice of MULTIVAC reverberated in the dark void space

"As expected..."

I have asked the supercomputer for an answer. However, it seems that my knowledge of fate is not enough to form a logical answer. I need to progress further on this study first. If only there is a seer to show me how their divination works. Maybe I can get a glimpse of how and why the world decides to meddle in its resident's affairs. Maybe I can get a solution to get out of these proverbial shackles. Is it a deal? A compromise? The easiest and laziest guess is that I need to undergo a simple ritual. I wouldn't like it if there's a need for direct confrontation against the world. We still need it. I still need it.

Regardless, this is not too important to me now. I can try to study this subject more in the future. The current state of the prophecy is beneficial to me. Voldemort's "defeat" is a reason for celebration. The wizarding community can rest and recuperate for a while. And it's not like I have to be the one to defeat Voldemort. Those things are just minor stuff on my list. The thing I want to do the most in this world is to progress further in my magical studies. Magic that has been considered impossible in my previous world is now a reality here.

"Still, let's change the subject. I like the void and it feels like home. However, I think I need to start redecorating this place." I mused

I've been full-time focusing on strengthening my mental capability last year. The redecoration that I mean is to begin building my mental defense.

I've been training my legilimency by reading the surface thoughts and emotions of my fellow orphanage kids. At first, reading three people at once is my limit. Now I can read the surface thoughts and emotions of each and every people within a 1-kilometer radius.

It was not the optimal legilimency training but I try to work with what I have. Intruding deep within people's memory is unethical and I don't want to be on the receiving end of it either. What I did is not something ethical either but it is far milder than the previous alternative. I need to train my legilimency and this little evil is necessary.

Muggles have weak mental defenses let alone these little kids. And furthermore, I only go against surface thoughts and emotions. There's basically little to no defense. So that's why I try to go against multiple of these defenses. It's a low-efficiency Legilimency training. It does work wonders on my mental prowess though.

The best training I got was doing it against Creek's defense. The first time when I asked him to show me his house-elf magic, I don't think I can consider it as legilimency at all. It's just basically normal communication, or even more since Creek laid the bare truth of how he uses his kinds' unique magic. There was no defense at all.

When I asked him to try his hardest to resist my mental invasion, I can feel the difference between the magical and muggles. Going through against Creek's defense was harder than constantly sensing each and every person around the orphanage's neighborhood.

Although I can still break through Creek's defense like a hot knife through butter. Is this the strength of my mind or is Creek's mental defense not as strong as I imagined?

"Is it really enough?" I asked the supercomputer just to make sure

"SUFFICIENT. POSSIBLE UPGRADES IN THE FUTURE" the logical part of my mind has computed an answer.

"Sure. Then let there be light!"

"IT IS NOT POSSIBLE TO..."

"Oh come on" I sometimes don't like my own logical mind. I was trying to command my mana before it interrupted.

"You know what we meant. I don't want to argue with myself. This already sounds ridiculous." Let me have my fun here bro.

"In the beginning, the earth was without form" I recited

SWOOOSH

My planes inside me are interconnected with each other. With my mental command, my mana plane reacted. It created a channel to my mindscape to transfer the mana from my mana pools.

CLANK CLANK CLANK

Platforms are built beneath the supercomputer. Around it, a palace begins to build itself. Strong walls shoot from the ground and stood tall and straight. Luxurious marble tiles begin to assemble themselves on the floor. Gardens and fountains appear inside and around the palace's perimeter. The palace stood atop a scenic hill, full of picturesque trees. There are streams of water that flows down through a waterfall into a clear lake. Mild sunlight can be seen going through the palace's tinted walls. The trees and vegetation sway left and right from a small breeze.

My mind palace is created. This is like my main office. The place where I will spend inside my inner thoughts. Though this is just the beginning. My work isn't completed yet.

"and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And I said, "Let there be light!"

SWOOOSH

My mana continues pouring from my mana plane. It turns into nebulous gasses in the space beyond my mind palace. This nebulous gas condensed and undergo a similar process to the creation of a planet. The process this time only took minutes inside my mindscape and not billions of years.

What I created is a replica of the earth around my mind palace. This is the mental defense that I had planned.

Pseudo Reality

It is currently populated with people in my neighborhood since they are the ones that I've read using my legilimency. Of course, I'm currently unable to populate it with everyone on earth now. I'm not omniscient. However, my supercomputer will automate these replicated "people" and I will keep updating it and populating the place.

This will improve both my occlumency and legilimency significantly in the process.

If someone tried to infiltrate my mind. There will be seamless change. They won't notice whether they are already inside my mind or not. That is when their consciousness will be trapped inside this pseudo-reality. That is at least what I had in mind when my mental defense reached its late-game potential.

This is also why I dared to go to Hogwarts. I'm going to create pseudo memories inside this pseudo-reality for the Sorting Hat to read.

"THERE IS STILL A BIG GAP. IT IS TOO ARTIFICIAL" my logical mind stopped my musing

"Ye I'm not a God I know" Fuck is wrong with this guy.

This thing often happened here since last year. Imagine, it's like the right side of your brain debated with its left side counterparts. Since I'm old enough to play, the matron here tried to make me play with the other kids. Maybe I'm too introverted but I would rather bicker with myself rather than talk to the other orphanage kids.

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-The Order of The Phoenix Base, Unknown Place, 1981-

Several people can be seen surrounding a table, strategizing and brainstorming a plan.

"Is there still no movement yet?" asked one of them

"No there is not"

"Your strategy backfired, Albus. We should've already raided down their places and put them to justice"

"The new unknown force has created a three-way standstill. There were very few conflicts in the past three years. It's not appropriate for the light faction to start one"

"Then what makes you want to strike now?"

Everyone's focus now shifted to an old man with greying hair. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

That question brought Dumbledore's mind to a flashback

'/' The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies... '/'

These words are prophecy. It is said by the newly hired Hogwarts' Divination professor, Sybil Trelawney. The woman is a seer. She's also a descendant of a highly accomplished seer, Cassandra Trelawney. Both of them possessed the Inner Eye. Also known as Sight, is a rare gift that grants its possessor the capability to see the future.

It's why it put a wrench in Dumbledore's plan.

But things just go further down south. When Sybil revealed this prophecy to Dumbledore, they are not the only ones to hear it. Snape, a dark wizard loyal to Voldemort, also heard part of it before he run away.

The game has changed now. He was too late to realize Snape's folly. The calm in the past three years will surely end with a violent storm. Voldemort will know a part of this prophecy and he will surely come out in full force to bring this threat down.

"Let's just hope that all of this is just a false alarm"