Transcending Heavens: My Cheat Code is Myself

The Leaky Cauldron.

In front of the door.

Professor Pomona Sprout was vomiting violently, and Chen Feng was gently patting her back.

“Very few people can be completely unaffected by Apparition on their first encounter. Chen Feng, you are indeed outstanding.” Pomona Sprout said while vomiting, not forgetting to praise Chen Feng.

Stop talking, stop talking. Just focus on vomiting, you can praise me after you're done.

call!

I've vomited most of it.

Professor Sprout straightened his collar, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"Where is this?" Chen Feng asked intuitively, skipping over the previous part.

The quiet street was deserted, with only Chen Feng and Sprout in the background.

"This is the Leaky Cauldron, and we're standing here on Charing Cross Road!" Sprout pointed to a shop across the street with an archaeological-style decor, its dusty wooden door standing out starkly against the surrounding bustling atmosphere.

"Because it's getting late, we'll stay at the Leaky Cauldron for the night and buy some things we need for enrollment tomorrow before we head to Hogwarts."

Chen Feng followed Sprout into the bar.

The bar was dimly lit, illuminated only by a few scattered candles.

An elderly man standing behind the bar nodded to Sprout as he saw him arrive, saying, "Hello, Professor Sprout."

"Hello, Mr. Tom, please bring two rooms." Sprout led Chen Feng to the bar area.

Chen Feng carefully observed his surroundings, gradually becoming attracted by the newspapers flying haphazardly in the sky and the mop that could clean itself.

Seeing Chen Feng's curious expression, Tom smiled slightly, "Is he a little wizard who's about to enroll?"

“Yes, Mr. Tom,” Chen Feng said obediently.

"Oh, how adorable!" Old Tom said with a smile. "It's the start of the school year, and the Leaky Cauldron has quite a few freshmen like you living there. You little guys might find you have a lot in common."

"Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Tom."

“Oh, we appreciate Mr. Tom’s kindness, but I need to take the child to rest now. He just experienced Apparition and is feeling dizzy,” Sprout said softly, picking up the keys from the counter.

No! No, it's just that you can't hold on anymore... Chen Feng shook his clear head, feeling no dizziness at all. It can only be said that the combination of Wood Release and Pirate Physique has really maxed out his resilience. He's about to become immune to control.

In the dead of night, nothing happened, and Chen Feng fell into a deep sleep. After all, he had been out begging for money for several nights, so it was normal for him to be tired.

The next day, early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, a series of knocks on the door woke Chen Feng up.

"Chen Feng, it's time to leave. Get up quickly." Professor Sprout's voice came from outside the door.

"I'm here, that's good." Chen Feng quickly got dressed and was about to wash up, but he didn't have a toothbrush or other tools. Chen Feng looked at the three thick notebooks he had brought with him.

Overwhelmed with grief, I realized that I had nothing left but money!

"Done yet?"

"OK OK."

Professor Sprout's voice interrupted Chen Feng's grief. He quickly packed his things and met up with Professor Sprout.

"Haha, Chen Feng, look at your hairstyle, it's so messy it looks like a sea urchin." Professor Sprout chuckled, casually waving his wand to make Chen Feng's "afro" look disappear, transforming it into a silky smooth hairstyle.

Chen Feng's eyes lit up at the sight of this move. "If I learned this move and used it on Madara, it would be so much fun! Chen Feng in the Naruto world next door would definitely thank me!"

Seeing Chen Feng's admiring gaze, Professor Sprout was quite pleased. "Hurry downstairs for breakfast. We have a lot to do today."

Familiar bread, butter, milk, sausage—oh my god, the classic four-piece set.

Oh my God! Why aren't there avocados? Oh, it's because God hasn't invented them yet. Oh well.

These weren't exactly unpalatable, but they were clearly not very tasty either. Chen Feng devoured them in no time, barely managing to fill his stomach.

There's nothing I can do about it. Even though it doesn't taste good, that's just how pirates are. When they're starving, eating a table is no big deal.

After the two finished eating, Professor Sprout led Chen Feng through the back door to a wall. Chen Feng suppressed his excitement, knowing that behind this wall lay the legendary Diagon Alley.

Entering Diagon Alley means truly entering the magical world.

"The third brick on top of the trash can, then two bricks to the right, knock three times, and you'll open the door to Diagon Alley. Got it?" Sprout tapped the bricks with his wand, and instantly the wall in front of him seemed to come alive, constantly flipping to both sides.

A mysterious world was thus presented to Chen Feng.

Sprout led the way for Chen Feng.

As they walked, he said to Chen Feng, "Besides the back door of the Leaky Cauldron leading to Diagon Alley, Apparition and Floo can also do it."

"However, the casting requirements for [Apparition] are extremely high. Only professor-level wizards like myself can do it easily. It is very difficult for ordinary wizards to do it."

“Floo Powder is different. Even young wizards can easily reach Diagon Alley with it, and it’s relatively cheap, costing only two silver shicos per spoonful.”

At this point, Sprout pointed to the fireplaces on both sides of the street, "Only fireplaces connected to the Filo network can use Filo Powder. It's very simple to use. Just grab a handful of Filo Powder, stand in the fireplace, clearly say the name of the place, and then sprinkle the Filo Powder."

"As for the fireplace at the nun's place, Dumbledore Albus, who is also the headmaster of Hogwarts, has already connected it to the Floo Network, so you can easily go back during the holidays."

"Thank you, Professor," Chen Feng said gratefully.

"However, when using Floo Powder, you must speak clearly, otherwise something very serious will happen, understand?" Sprout said with a serious expression.

"If someone's speech is unclear, will they be teleported to the wrong location?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

"Not only that, but if you can't speak clearly, you'll be teleported into a wall and buried with the bricks, dying instantly," Sprout said regretfully. "So promise me, child, you must remember the rules and never be careless."

"Okay! Sprout, I promise you!" Chen Feng nodded very seriously.

Seeing Chen Feng's serious expression, Sprout nodded in satisfaction.

Then they took Chen Feng shopping in Diagon Alley. First, they went to a robe shop and dressed Chen Feng in a set of church-themed outfits, including a small cloak, a pointed hat, a torch, and a cross, so he could start lighting the torch right away.

After choosing the robe, there's the cauldron for Potions class, and then there are the pets: an owl, a toad, a mouse, and... an owl! I choose the owl!

Chen Feng made his choice immediately upon hearing the second option! What normal person would choose between a rat and a toad? Do you think I'm a Slytherin?!

Sprout takes the young wizards to do this almost every year, so he's very familiar with the process and easily gets everything he needs.

All that's left is the magic wand!

Ollivanders Wand Shop!

A wand shop that looks old, and actually is.

"Welcome, Professor Sprout! How can I help you?"

The old man with a messy hairstyle slid down the escalator, his agile movements easily leaping over the cluttered wand box, and arriving in front of Sprout and Chen.

“Hello, Mr. Ollivander, I would like to buy this child a wand,” Sprout said with a smile.

"Oh? Who is he?"

He is a first-year student at Hogwarts.

"Oh! Congratulations! You've been accepted into Hogwarts!" Ollivander exclaimed loudly. "That's the best magic school in the world!"

Then he waved his wand. "I'll take your measurements first. Please don't move around too much to avoid getting hurt."

A series of measuring attacks, under Ollivander's magical control, moved up and down Chen Feng's body.

Chen Feng couldn't understand why a physical test was necessary to choose a magic wand; it was really strange.

Seemingly noticing Chen Feng's confusion, Ollivander explained, "Every wand is unique. Its special features depend on the material of the wood and the magical creature properties in the core. Every wand has its destined master. There is a saying in my family: there are no useless wands, only wands that haven't found their master yet."

"Wands and users are interdependent. Even wands made with the exact same materials and craftsmanship may choose completely different owners."

As they were talking, Ollivander had already completed his test on Chen Feng.

Which hand do you prefer?

"Right hand."

Ollivander climbed the ladder, pulled a dusty wand box from the top of the cabinet, blew on it gently, and handed it to Chen.

Chen remained unfazed, easily deflecting the opponent's Samadhi Divine Wind without the slightest fear. He then took the opponent's hidden weapon and gently opened it.

A pure white, smooth, and jade-like magic wand suddenly appeared before Chen Feng.

"Poplar wood, unicorn feather, ten and two-thirds inches long. Hold it in your hand and wave it gently. Remember, be very gentle."

Seeing Ollivander's cautious demeanor, Chen Feng gently waved his wand. An invisible shockwave instantly turned the entire counter upside down, overturning several display cases. The wand shop, which had been somewhat respectable, instantly resembled a garbage dump.

"Sorry..." Chen Feng scratched his head shyly, a shy smile on his face.