Job is done

Back at the shelter, I went to my room. Re-dressed and washing my face, my head did not leave the feeling of unreality. More and more I began to suspect that this is an unreal world.

Replaying the moment when I was transported to the roof again and again in my head, I recalled a similar description in one of the books that I liked to read in my free time. Even a whole series was there. It was called Harry Potter.

Books allowed me to escape from boring real life filled with pain and suffering. I hardened my heart, but as a psychologist, I knew that I still felt everything. But the books allowed me to experience a new life and learn something new. At first, I read classic books by foreign writers. Then I switched to science fiction. Then to the manga. At that time, I read fanfiction from time to time. But since most of the fanfiction was yaoi, in my spare time I started writing it myself.

Now a mosaic was forming in my head. I was reborn into the world of Harry Potter.

A smile spread across her face. Finally something new and interesting - Magic. However, the smile faded when I remembered the other characters in these books. Albus Dumbledore, Lord Voldemort, and his purebred pawns sit in every butt of the ministry. And also there were obviously entities that scared me because I did not know anything about them. Death. Fate. A prophecy won't write itself. Something captures the prophets and communicates their plans to them. I wonder why there might be some rules connecting these creatures with our world? Likewise, Death. I'm not sure if this tale is real, but magic, dragons, griffins, ordinary people think it's not true, do they. And wizards have their own fairy tales that carry a part of the truth.

In this dangerous world filled with endless possibilities, I can finally experience that feeling again. How nice it is to learn something new.

A month has passed.

I have long accepted that I am a wizard in a new world. No matter how much I tried to summon the magic again, I couldn't, so I turned my attention back to my goldfish. During this month, I managed to conduct a reconnaissance of the nearest farms and found one suitable description as a warehouse for drugs. Gray and black cars stood at the entrance and people walked here and there.

From such a "secretive" shelter, I almost made a facepalm. At night there was only one guard left, which greatly simplified my task.

And now, after months of preparation, I sit and watch from the bushes as the cars drive away. There was only one guard left and he entered the house. It was already dark for a long time because I made myself out of clothes and pillows, under the covers, in an orphanage. So if someone comes in, he will see a sleeping child.

Taking out a black plastic box from my gym bag, I started to act. Walking slowly through the blind areas of the house, I went to the back door. Seeing that the guard was getting drunk, I was surprised. I decided to examine the person. Circles under the eyes look awesome like clothes and hair. The beard has not been cut for a long time, muscular. The pupils are very dilated .. he is also on drugs. My eyes rolled back at the man's stupidity. Not only does he get drunk while guarding the warehouse and also dabbles in drugs. The warehouse is simply provided to me on a silver platter. But I want to survey the house. Going to the booth, I pulled down a couple of levers. With a loud buzz, the electricity went out in the house.

Running to the porch, I saw a battery-powered radio. In my head, I instantly improved the plan. Nervous and quickly turned on the radio and transferred the wave to the interference of a terrible sound. Running back into the darkness, I began to wait. A man ran out of the back door, yelling and waving his arms in fear, and began to run towards the forest. This is not what I expected.

Opening my mouth, I looked at this stoned idiot running away towards the forest. This was not part of my plan. How drunk he is?

I can't let him call for help or come back. At first, I wanted to chase after him, but then I remembered that the forest area is 15 million hectares. With a smile, telling myself that everything went as it should, I entered the house and, wearing gloves, began to quickly and accurately look for hiding places or safes.

Having entered the second floor, I found a large, very old safe in one of the rooms. Taking out a stethoscope, I began to select a combination. In complete silence, it took 15 minutes. Opening the safe, I saw the tightly packed £ 50 packs. Overjoyed, I immediately warmed everything up in two sports bags that were crumpled in the third. In the third, I added how many fit. Looking at the time, I saw that I spent 30 minutes on everything. After listening to the sound of the radio, I closed the safe and carefully left the house.

Warehouse time has come. I climbed through the back of the warehouse and looked out the window. I can see tractors and lots of mattresses. Thinking, I decided not to set fire to all this. Since this would force the drug dealers and those behind them to investigate this case with all their might. Although I have not left traces, I will not risk it.

I left this place and returned to the orphanage. Opening the window from the side of the garden, I quietly entered. No wonder I smeared the hinges of this old window, otherwise, the whole house would have woken up. I closed the window and crept into my room. Hiding all three bags in places that a person would never climb, I changed and went to bed.

The next day, after breakfast, I went straight to my room. I locked the door and began to calculate my earnings. Just under £ 1,000,000.

Thinking, I decided not to go to the races and not to put money on the horse. Everything changed when I found out that this is not an ordinary world. I'd rather exchange what is in magic stores for knowledge and resources that will help me survive the magic school. Since I am an orphan, they will most likely take me to Hogwarts. And remembering all the events of the protagonist, I shuddered. The giant snake, the main anti-hero in the teachers, and much more were already annoying.

Having carefully packed the money in opaque bags, I put everything in shoe boxes and put it high on the cabinet. Nobody can get it. And from the ground, if you do not jump, no one will see that there are boxes. Risky but okay. I can tolerate one year before the invitation to school if it exists. In my heart, I am still afraid and I understand it clearly. What if I only had glitches and this is a normal world?

I suppose now there is no point in thinking about it and we need to wait for my 11th birthday. Having said this to myself, I reach for a new book that I had not read before and dived into it.