Transcending Heavens: My Cheat Code is Myself

"Oh! Damn it!" Mr. Ollivander cried out. "Now I have to start cleaning all over again."

“It’s alright, Mr. Ollivander has plenty of time,” Sprout said with a smile, standing far away at the door.

“Very powerful magic, kid, but without a doubt, it’s not suitable for you!” Ollivander retorted.

Chen Feng quickly put the magic wand back, fearing that he, who was poor but had money, might be extorted.

To be honest, Chen Feng himself was also startled. He had forgotten that he had been superimposed with several Chen Fengs, and his talents in all aspects far exceeded those of ordinary people.

“There are no children involved. These kinds of things happen all the time, and I’m used to it. But I’ve never seen anything like this before…” Ollivander clearly didn’t pursue Chen Feng’s act of frying the shop, which made Chen Feng breathe a sigh of relief.

If he were to lose all those wands, it would probably cost him one percent of his wealth to buy them all, which would be incredibly painful.

Ollivander rummaged through what used to be the shelves, now the junkyard. “Your name is Chen Feng. It’s a very Eastern name. Maybe I should start with Eastern materials.”

Generally speaking, there are three materials most suitable for making wand cores: phoenix feathers, unicorn feathers, and dragon heartstrings.

It's not that there aren't other materials, but the spell power and stability of other materials are far inferior to these three. In Ollivander's eyes, those are pure defective products and he would never allow them to appear in his shop.

In addition to these three commonly used materials, Ollivander also seeks out some very rare materials to make wands.

Finally, after rummaging through mountains of garbage for half a day, Ollivander finally produced another wand box covered in dust.

"A thousand-year-old rosewood, Bai Ze's heartstring, twelve inches long! To be honest, I've tried to find him many owners, but all have failed. This wand is just too picky about its owner. I don't know if I'll ever find a suitable owner for him in my lifetime."

Ollivander held the wand box, muttering to himself, "Seeing this box is like seeing my lost youth." Overwhelmed with emotion, he thought.

Chen Feng slowly and forcefully took the box from Ollivander's hand, opened it, and drew his wand.

"Please, please be even gentler this time." Ollivander clasped his hands together in a pleading manner, making Chen Feng feel quite embarrassed.

It was just a minor bombing of your shop, is it really necessary to keep bringing it up? So petty!

"Don't worry, I will be very careful!" Chen Feng said with a serious expression, as he gently waved his arm.

As a result, the entire wand shop began to tremble violently.

"What's going on! Wasn't I light enough?" Chen Feng exclaimed in shock.

Ollivander replied, swaying slightly, "Luckily, it's light enough, otherwise we would have already taken off!"

Sprout and Ollivander looked around in horror, their eyes fixed on the swaying container, fearing that if they couldn't dodge in time, they would be ambushed and buried inside.

But the shaking soon subsided, and the beams, chairs, pillars, and even the floor of the wand shop seemed to come alive, growing and expanding, blooming with countless buds.

The dead trees have come back to life, creating a vibrant scene.

Sprout and Ollivander gasped in surprise, while the spectacular scene in the wand shop quickly attracted a crowd of passersby, who gasped in amazement.

Professor Sprout, a renowned professor of herbalism, was seeing this for the first time, but in order not to embarrass herself in front of Chen, she put on an "I see" expression.

Chen Feng, on the other hand, looked constipated. The first time he tried to blast the shop, it didn't get demolished. The second time, he didn't even try to blast it, but he even tore up the floor.

If I say I didn't do it on purpose, can you believe me? I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious...

"Sigh! Mr. Ollivander, I will compensate you for all the losses in your store. Please believe me and give me some time." Chen Feng's thick skin finally gave out. It seemed he had no choice but to sacrifice two percent of his wealth. It hurt; he had earned all of this bit by bit.

Chen Feng meant that I would go to Gringotts and exchange Muggle coins for some money to compensate you.

But in Ollivander's ears, it sounded like, "I'll sell myself to you, I'll give you my life for you. What a responsible child!" Ollivander thought with satisfaction.

“No, no, no, my child! I don’t need your compensation at all,” Ollivander said with delight. “You have no idea how powerful the life force of these trees is, what wonderful materials they are. The timber alone is more than enough to make up for my loss.”

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then gently brought the wand from his back to his front. "How much does this wand cost?"

"Haha, little guy, it's just that you reacted so strongly the first time. You don't need to be so careful anymore." Ollivander covered his mouth and chuckled as he watched Chen Feng's gentle movements. "You gave me so much fine wood, so consider this wand a gift from me."

Chen Feng gently tucked the wand into his pocket, his eyes widening. "How could I possibly do this?"

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander!" Chen Feng swore to the heavens that this sentence came from the bottom of his heart and contained a sincerity that moved heaven and earth.

Professor Sprout, standing to the side, then looked at Chen Feng with surprise, her eyes wide with disbelief. It was incredible that a newly enrolled wizard could generate such a large magical fluctuation. Even she... was not as good as him.

But all of that is secondary. What's more important is that this magic contains such a powerful life force, so dense that it's unbelievable. Even when I'm in a place full of magical plants, I've never felt the power of nature's magic so vividly.

Chen Feng himself was also startled. In his view, the magic in Harry Potter was like a blue bar. After he added it, at most the blue bar would become bigger and thicker, nothing more.

Unexpectedly, it displayed such strange characteristics, as if it had activated Wood Release.

After much thought, I decided against it. The Wood Release was used as a scapegoat. As expected of the being closest to the Divine Tree, its prestige is truly high. Chen Feng in the Naruto world really got lucky, actually learning this move. He's really struck gold.

As expected of him, he's really something else. Being a disciple to his nephew? I could do that too!

No, I didn't even participate, yet I got it for free and made a fortune all by myself!

Meanwhile, Professor Sprout looked puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask, since Chen Feng didn't even know anything about the magical world before, and she wouldn't get any answers from him.

Why not ask the all-knowing Dumbledore?

These words immediately came to Professor Sprout's mind.

"I've decided, I'll go ask right now!" Professor Sprout was instantly eager to return home.

They quickly returned to the Broken Cauldron Bar with Chen Feng.

"I'm sorry, Chen Feng, I have to go now. Here's your train ticket. I've already paid your living expenses and accommodation fees. You can stay until September 11th. Remember to get on the train before 11:00 AM on September 11th."

After saying that, Professor Sprout put a train ticket and a bag of Galleons into Chen Feng's arms, and then used Apparition.

Whoosh!

The person disappeared completely.

Aba aba, waibi waibi... Chen Feng stood there dumbfounded, drooling.

No, I haven't boarded the bus yet...

"Professor Sprout is really impatient!" Chen Feng shook his head helplessly, glancing down at his ticket. "I can't read..."

Of course, such a ridiculous thing wouldn't happen. Having grown up in an orphanage and accumulated so much experience, how could they not be literate?

King's Cross Station, 9¾—it's a really familiar place. You might not believe it, but I've seen it in a movie. (Hands on hips)

After confirming that Professor Sprout had left, Chen Feng immediately used a transformation spell and headed straight for Gringotts.

Chen Feng leisurely picked out his second thinnest notebook, casually tore out a few pages, and exchanged them for more than 5 Galleons.

Well, it should be able to last for a while.

Chen Feng then began buying all sorts of books at Diagon Alley, and it must be said that Diagon Alley sells a very comprehensive range of books.

Whether it was useful or not, Chen Feng just kept buying and buying, and incidentally bought a book bag that had been enchanted with a traceless stretching spell.

Back at the Breaking Cauldron Bar, Chen Feng lay down on the bed, too lazy to move.

I sat on the bed and started flipping through the books I had bought.

He made up his mind; he would spend the time before school started immersing himself in these books.

There are houses of gold and beauties in books. Chen Feng devoted himself to these books as if he were devoting himself to beauties.

The book Chen Feng was holding was "The History of Magic" by Bathilda Bagshot.

This is also the best reading material for students who have never been exposed to the magical world to get a general understanding of it.

Because he had three versions of himself superimposed on each other, Chen Feng's memory was extremely powerful, reaching the point of being able to remember everything he saw. After seeing something a few times, he could even recite it backwards.

What's even more terrifying is that while some people can remember things, they can't understand them, but Chen Feng can basically understand them at the same time.

The ability to quickly memorize and understand made learning incredibly enjoyable for Chen Feng. After discovering this, Chen Feng became even more eager to learn, searching high and low for Yan Ruyu.