**HARRY POTTER: THE FOOL Chapter 1: The Beginning**
Painful!
How painful!
My head hurts so badly!
A gaudy and dazzling dream world filled with murmurs instantly shattered. Dipak, deep in sleep, felt an abnormal throbbing pain in his head as though someone had ruthlessly lashed at him with a pole again and again. No, it was more like a sharp object piercing right through his temples followed by a twist! Ouch… In his stupor, Dipak attempted to turn around, look up, and sit up; however, he was completely unable to move his limbs as though he had lost control over his body.
From the looks of it, I'm still not awake. I'm still in a dream… Who knows, perhaps the next scene will be of me thinking I'm already awake, but in fact, am actually still sleeping…
Dipak, who was not unfamiliar with similar encounters, tried his best to focus in order to escape the shackles placed upon him by the darkness and confusion. However, while still in his reverie, whatever will he could summon was ethereal like a fleeting fog. He found his thoughts difficult to control and introspect. No matter how much he tried, he still lost his focus as random thoughts surfaced in his mind.
Why would I suddenly have such an excruciating headache in the middle of the night? And it's really painful! Could it be something like a cerebral hemorrhage? Don't tell me I'm going to die young?
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I need to wake up! Now!
Eh? Why doesn't it seem to hurt as much as before? But why does it still feel like a blunt knife is slicing through my brain…
From the looks of it, sleep is impossible. How am I to show up for the exam tomorrow? The throbbing pain made him temporarily lose his strength as he fell uncontrollably.
The pain subsided a little. Dipak propped himself up and stood again. He turned around in a fluster as he began to size up the environment he was in.
The room was not very large, with a broken dining table and chairs, and four people lying on the floor. It seemed that there had been some kind of explosion right on the dining table. Across from the right door was a dressing mirror with two cracks. Its bottom was made of wood, with simple and plain patterns.
With a sweep of his gaze, Dipak noticed himself in the mirror—the present him. Black hair, green eyes, a second-hand shirt, thinly built, average-looking features, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead… This… Dipak immediately gasped as many helpless and confused guesses surfaced in his mind.
C-could I have transmigrated? Dipak widened his mouth slightly. He had grown up reading novels and had often fantasized about such scenes. However, he momentarily found it hard to accept the situation when he found himself in one.
In a daze, Dipak cursed himself while trying to make the best of his adverse situation. If not for the still throbbing headache that made his thoughts high-strung yet clear, he would have definitely suspected that he was dreaming.
Calm down, calm down, calm down… After taking a few deep breaths, Dipak worked hard to stop panicking.
At that moment, as his mind and body calmed down, memories began flooding in as they slowly appeared in his mind! Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the original owner of this body, had died from accidental magic gone wrong, and now Dipak found himself in his place.
Being very weak, he nearly fell down but managed to extend his hands in a fluster to hold onto the edge of the table. He had seen the movie but hadn't read the book, and it seemed like something different had happened from the movie. After retrieving his glasses and putting them on, he gathered his things and left the house with his pet owl.
"Now what am I going to do? Why am I thinking like this? Is something affecting my thought process?
Okay, for now, I am Harry Potter, and I am following the movie plot. When Harry tries to use his wand to call the magic bus, he finds a tarot card, the Fool, in his pocket.
Okay, where am I? In the Harry P
otter universe or The Lord of Mysteries?