Hogwarts : this dark lord is so evil

Chapter 1: No, I Refuse

The sky over London was as gloomy as ever.

Orphanage.

Single Room 201.

"Thump!"

The heavy wardrobe gently fell to the ground.

[The 358th manipulation experiment has been completed, proving one thing: the stronger my will and the more focused my mind, the greater and more precise the power I can control. Perhaps this power is a form of idealistic energy?]

Jacob looked at the small notebook in his hand, filled with characters, and added a note with his broken pencil.

[After many experiments, the source and scientific principle of this power remain unknown. It is still unclear whether anyone else possesses this ability.]

Jacob closed the notebook and pocketed it along with the broken pencil.

"Alright, the manipulation experiment can only go this far for now. Time to move on to the second phase of the repair experiment..." Jacob said, pulling a cracked chair from the bedside.

He raised his hand and gently tapped the chair. Immediately, it shattered into pieces, scattering across the floor as though it had been poorly glued together.

He stared at the broken pieces, then stretched out his right hand, concentrating his mind.

"Repair!"

As the words left his mouth, the debris slowly lifted, reassembling like a video rewinding. The chair was restored, though the cracks remained—though now, they were noticeably smaller.

Jacob took out a rope and measured the longest crack, a smile spreading across his face.

Because the crack was shorter than the last time he had repaired it! Jacob immediately took out the notebook again and began recording.

[It's definitely possible to use this power to repair items. The reason the repair isn't perfect is because I haven't fully mastered the ability yet. As I continue to improve, the repair quality will also improve!]

After a moment of joy, Jacob looked at his palms. A melancholic expression appeared on his youthful face—one that didn't quite belong to someone his age. Although his power was incredible and held infinite potential, if he had a choice, he would rather be back in his original time.

Yes, Jacob was a time traveler. A week ago, while conducting an experiment in his lab, he suddenly felt dizzy and was transported to this world. His body had inexplicably regressed to the age of eleven, and he discovered that he had gained a strange ability to manipulate the world around him.

It wasn't until he was sent to an orphanage that he fully accepted this bizarre reality. He quickly figured out the basics of the world he was now in.

This was London, in the 1930s. Specifically, it was 1938.

1938 was not a good year. A failed art student would soon start a world war, and London would soon be bombed to ruins.

With the crisis looming, Jacob realized that the strange power he had gained could be a crucial asset. And so, he began experimenting, honing his abilities, and making progress each day.

Unbeknownst to him, Jacob had spent his first week in this new era without realizing how much time had passed.

Taking a break, Jacob disassembled the chair again, preparing to continue his experiments. With war on the horizon, he didn't have much time.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud crash, hitting the wall with a thud.

Jacob frowned slightly and looked up. A boy, around his current age, stood in the doorway. The boy had black hair and a strikingly handsome face, though his pale skin and sinister eyes made him seem unsettling.

"It seems you're the new Oriental boy," the boy said with a gentle yet arrogant voice. "Not much to see... So, how did you convince that old woman to reserve the best single room for you? Was it because of that pretty face?"

Jacob looked at the boy calmly. "Your way of knocking on the door is quite unique..."

Thanks to his previous work, Jacob's English was fluent, so communication was no problem.

"You seem a bit unimpressed? A week ago, there was a fool who wasn't very impressed either," the boy sneered, a cruel smile curling on his lips. "But I hung his pet rabbit from the beam that night."

"Oh?" Jacob raised an eyebrow, noticing the boy's eerie smile. "You take pleasure in doing that?"

The boy's grin faded. "Pleasure? No. I do it to make people fear me. Only when people are afraid of you will they obey you. I never tolerate anyone opposing my will."

"Is that so?" Jacob raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And what, pray tell, does this gentleman who wants others to fear him want me to do?"

At first, Jacob had assumed the boy had some psychological issues and enjoyed abusing small animals, which wasn't uncommon in orphanages. But now it seemed there was more to this.

Seeing that Jacob appeared to be willing to give in, the boy smiled smugly.

"I've asked Mrs. Cole many times to switch rooms, but she's always made me stay in that dark, damp first-floor room..." the boy said, glaring at Jacob.

Jacob nodded. "I see. You want to swap rooms with me."

"You're smarter than the others," the boy said, pleased that Jacob had understood so quickly. "If it weren't for that old woman locking me in the small room for a week because of a rabbit, I would have come to you much sooner."

Jacob nodded again. "No one wants to stay in a dark, damp room."

"So, will you agree?" the boy asked eagerly.

"No. I refuse," Jacob replied firmly.