It's boring.It's been almost two decades since I reincarnated into the wizarding world. In my previous life, I never would've imagined I'd be reborn with cheat-like abilities.Honestly, my encounter with that so-called ROB was the only interesting part.
Flashback
"You're awfully calm for someone who just died," said the figure standing in front of me.
I couldn't even comprehend what I was seeing.
"Hey, don't call me it. I'm a certified male. And before you speak—yes, I can read your mind, soul, destiny, fate, etc., etc."
So this was the infamous ROB.
"You guessed right. I am the Great ROB," he said, arms spread like he was performing to a crowd. "And I'm bored. So, I've decided to fish for some souls to entertain me. Be grateful for this grand opportunity. Now, I don't want to waste my precious time on you. The world you're going to has already been selected. As for wishes, you'll roll a die to decide how many you get."
A glowing 8-sided die materialized in front of me and floated in mid-air.
Without hesitation, I grabbed it and threw it up. It clattered to the white marble floor, spinning for a few seconds before settling on... 4.
"Ho ho! You got 4! At least you didn't roll a 0," ROB grinned. "Now, hurry up. I don't have all eternity."
After thinking it through, I made my first request."For my first wish, I want the Essence of the ArchMage."
"Denied."
"Why?!"
"Because I said so."
"…Fine. Essence of the Blank."
"Approved."
"Essence of the Akashic Grimoire?"
"Denied."
I didn't bother arguing and continued."Essence of Perfection."
"Approved."
"Essence of the Home."
"Approved."
"Essence of the Mad Doctor."
"Hmmm… Should I give you that? Or maybe—" he drawled.
"Please! I beg you! You can even nerf the others. I'll do anything. Please…" I was practically sobbing.
"Haha! Watching a grown man beg like a little bitch is entertaining," he smirked. "But this essence is very overpowered."
"O Great ROB, please hear this lowly soul's plea. I beg your forgiveness. Grant me your divine blessing!" I groveled harder.
He finally smiled and said, "Fine. I'll give it to you—with conditions."
"What conditions?"
With a grin, he said:"For Essence of the Home, you can only unlock a new universe every 20 years. But you can travel freely to parallel universes and fanfics. For the first five universes, you must complete five tasks—chosen from a list of 25, which I'll provide. For every universe after that, at least one task. Also, don't worry about other reincarnators—I've made sure of that. As a bonus, I'll let you choose your appearance and background."
I mulled it over and accepted.
"I agree. For my appearance, make me look like Gojo Satoru. As for my background: I want to be the son of Sirius Black and a powerful pureblood witch from an ancient, non-bigoted house with a 3,700-year history. They should be richer than the 28 sacred houses combined, hoarders of knowledge, and respected researchers. Also, make me at least three years older than the Golden Trio."
He chuckled. "Done. Time to go."
Then he summoned… the Infinity Gauntlet.
Looking me dead in the eyes, he whispered,"I am inevitable."
And he snapped his fingers.
Light exploded. I started dissolving into dust.
The last thing I saw was his shit-eating grin.
When I came to, I was a newborn in the arms of Eliza Reinhart.
That... was the beginning of my story.
Flashback end
Being born again is weird.
There's crying, there's screaming, and there's a lot of goo. And you can't even scream back, because your vocal cords are about as useful as a paper umbrella in a hurricane.
I opened my eyes to the soft face of a woman with pale blonde hair and striking violet eyes—definitely not a standard feature in the Harry Potter universe. She looked at me like I was the greatest thing to ever exist. Warm hands, gentle smile.
This had to be Eliza Reinhart. My new mother.
"Hello, my little miracle," she whispered, tears in her eyes. "Welcome to the world, Orion."
Orion.
Yeah, that tracks. My dad is Sirius Black. Space-themed names seem to run in the family like a genetic compulsion.
For the first three years of my life, things were surprisingly... ordinary — or at least, as ordinary as they could be for a child born into the Reinhart family.
Yes, I was raised in a sprawling magical estate that looked more like a castle than a home — complete with enchanted staircases, sentient portraits, and wards older than most wizarding bloodlines. Our grounds were patrolled by house-elves trained in both formal etiquette and advanced combat magic, and the walls practically hummed with ancient runes of protection and power.
But within all that grandeur, I lived a simple life.
A child's life.
It was hard to fool people, you know.
Pretending to be a regular child while constantly being watched by some of the sharpest magical minds in the world? Not exactly relaxing
Voldemort's reign of terror ended with his defeat when I was just four years old, thanks to a baby named Rose Potter. Shortly after, Sirius Black was unjustly imprisoned in Azkaban without a trial. However, the Reinhart family, wielding their considerable influence, secured him a proper hearing, revealing his innocence. Overjoyed and relieved, Sirius discovered my existence and tearfully embraced me. He moved in with us, bringing his goddaughter, Rose, who became like a sister to me. Dumbledore initially opposed Sirius taking Rose, but his protests were ultimately futile.
My formal education began at age five, encompassing languages, mathematics, etiquette, dance, and general knowledge. Though scheduled to last until I was nine, before my magical training commenced, I completed it in under a year. I already possessed most of the knowledge, except for the intricacies of dance and etiquette. However, to avoid undue attention, I pretended to learn from scratch, taking a year to avoid raising suspicion. I preferred to be seen as a genius, not a freak of nature.
At six, due to my insistence, my mother relented and began my magical education. It was then I truly understood the power of the Reinhart name. She hired masters in their respective fields of magic. Discovering this, I was stunned into silence. I also learned about the Clock Tower, a university and research institute founded in 1883 by my great-great-grandfather, Robert Reinhart, the Silver Mage. All my tutors were renowned professors from this prestigious institution.
Before turning eleven, I had surpassed my teachers' knowledge, even assisting them in their research. My great-great-grandfather, then Head of the Clock Tower, hailed me as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy. Three months before my eleventh birthday, he officially retired, and my grandmother assumed his position.
When my Hogwarts letter arrived, I was initially hesitant. However, at the insistence of my mother and grandmother, I agreed to attend, taking with me copies of over a thousand books from the Reinhart library. Rose cried herself to sleep the day I left.
My official wand, crafted by the Clock Tower's Wand Research Department, was made of yew wood, 12 1/2 inches long, with a phoenix tail feather core.
Seven years later, I graduated from Hogwarts and completed three tasks set by an individual identified as "Rob." Using the essence of a "Mad Doctor," I created three potions: one granting the power of an Archmage, another the essence of a Binder, and the last, the essence of an Infinite Multiplier Inventory.
I secretly created a personal army, binding all of Hogwarts and the Clock Tower to me using the Binder essence. After spending three years at the Clock Tower, completing my remaining missions, I chose my next destination universe: the *A Song of Ice and Fire* universe. Before departing, I spent nearly a year amassing a vast collection of both muggle and magical knowledge and books. I also indulged in, let's just say, *a lot* of sex.
Now, it's time for me to embark on my journey to a new world.