Harry Potter: This Wizard Comes from the Present

In my previous life, I worked on blueprints until I dropped dead. When I opened my eyes, I was a baby in the English countryside in 1991. Other people transmigrate and conquer the world. I just want to ride someone else’s coattails: go to school with Harry Potter, coast safely through graduation, get a job at the Ministry of Magic, work nine to five, and never have to deal with a client’s whims again. But the Sorting Hat says: You won’t be able to ride those coattails for long. Sooner or later, you’ll have to make it on your own. Thunder spells, badges, Patronuses… As a mechanical engineer, I say magic is just an SOP waiting to be broken down. It wasn’t until the day Voldemort returned that I realized this might not be me riding someone else’s coattails. I might be on the verge of becoming the one everyone rides. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.