[Harry Potter fan fiction] [Slytherin] [Original Magic System] [Coming of Age] [Lighthearted Daily Life]
For eleven years after transmigrating to Britain, Alan Ashford always thought he was just an ordinary person with special abilities.
Then one day, an old man with a white beard showed up at his door and handed him an acceptance letter from Hogwarts.
Only then did Alan realize that he had transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter!
While everyone else studied wands and spells, he had already spent several years studying magic before even starting school.
He used magic to strengthen his muscles and improve his speed and reflexes, even developing a unique form of hand-to-hand magic all his own.
On the day of his enrollment, the Sorting Hat wavered between Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin for a full five minutes.
At last, a loud "Slytherin!" began Alan's very different life at Hogwarts.
But who says wizards can only stand at a distance and wave their wands?
While other wizards were still looking for a chance to cast their spells, Alan was already right in front of them.
"Come on, I'm a close-combat mage."
Of course, even if he specialized in close combat,
he had no intention of neglecting his wand work.
After all, who says a close-combat mage can't also master long-range magic?
