"Phew..."
Leon let out a deep breath as he watched the dream world in front of him finally shatter, a complex expression flickering in his eyes.
This dream, centered on himself, was no less intense than Fredri's dream. Aside from some peculiar magic modifications and the occasional sudden time skips due to the lack of "plot," it was almost indistinguishable from reality.
Moreover, since he actively submerged himself into the dream, he couldn't retain his memories at first, truly just like an ordinary British child, foolishly attending elementary school for years alongside a savior marked with a lightning scar on his forehead.
It wasn't until he turned eleven, graduating with excellent grades from Privet Road Experimental Primary School, ready to attend Old London No. 1 People's Middle School, that an owl suddenly dropped a letter at his door. It explained to his dentist dad working in proctology that his son was a wizard.
