Consciousness slowly cleared. I recoiled in spurts. It seemed as if the world was moving around me and not trying to stop. What happened to me that I feel this way?

Who is guilty? What to do?

Such questions were spinning in my head. Attempting to climb anything good for me did not appeal. How did it happen that I was lying on the ground and could not even move my hair.

How did she say there? If you cannot move your body, then move your mind. Since I can’t move my body, it’s time to think. Think carefully.

Consciousness did not want me to give out normal thoughts, and continued to jump like lightning. Exactly lightning.

My body seemed to be pierced by lightning. In all directions, barely noticeable energy was dispersed, which brought a feeling of lightness. I felt the body again, and it was quite a bit different from what it was before. I remember well that there was no energy splashing inside my body. It appeared somewhere in the stomach, and then moved along barely noticeable channels throughout the body. Listening to the current of this energy has allowed to realize the body as its own.

As it turned out, I'm lying on the bed. He felt for a light switch on the wall.

A faint click marked the turning on of the light.

The bed and room were not familiar to me. All she was in gray tones, on the table is some kind of device. I just can not remember why it is needed. Something is spinning on the periphery of consciousness, but I can’t grasp the idea by the tail.

I got up and walked to the mirror with a light, gentle step. From there, looked at me a short guy. Blue eyes carefully examined every dash of face, and after a few seconds, awareness came to me. This is not my face.

It was as if a supernova had flared in my head, and memories spilled from the Horn of Plenty.

My name is Rem Travorda, a teacher in a small, private school of magic. My school did not bear any name, since it was small and elite. To get there you had to pass TOAD at Hogwarts to Excellent, have the right level of strength and be just a smart person, and not like most Muggle-born students. They did not even try to teach the History of the Magical World. Maglory-born students didn’t even try to teach at least that tradition and etiquette, so as not to get into problems when dealing with purebloods. The school in which I taught students taught all the necessary knowledge so that they could live normally in any Magic Country. Most graduates could roll a dozen Aurors who were trained in combat magic, and then go on quietly. The disciples taught the Higher Magic spells, they became Masters of several disciplines there.

Getting into this school without an invitation is very difficult. It was not realistic to tell the location, since a Vow was taken from each one, and the school was hidden by a very powerful Fidelius.

I quickly realized that the body was not mine and tried to remember why I was not in my body. Why I did not wake up in my world?

But you need to lie back in your new bed and think. My body, as it turned out, lived here with a few more persons. It’s too early to climb into their thoughts. Maybe I can find the thoughts of the body in which I fell.

Getting into easy meditation was not difficult, even in this body with a much larger reserve of magic than I had in the past world. But there I could contend with such monsters of magic as Dumbledore and Voldemort.

A small packet of memories hung on the periphery of my okrumentny shield. I slowly began to open it and in my memory, a light streamlet, memories began to flow.

As it turned out, I woke up in the body of some Andrei Levko. He was a nineteen schoolboy. Andrei lived with his parents and his youngest sister from him. He studied at the most ordinary school. Interests as there were none. Only computer games, and reading books.

The year in which I found myself was 1994, and so far summer has been.

Andrew did not have any friends either, and there was no girl either. He studied moderately because he did not believe that knowledge from school would help him in the future.

Now back to where I got here. It was difficult to believe in it, but it turned out I was in a new body because it seemed that I apparated and after drinking a little. And I got into this body, since Andrew himself was a squib. But his particularly strong desire attracted me to his place. And now I feel several Vows on my wrist.

I do not even remember how I agreed to such oaths. Capture the world, create a harem. And all ... no more desires he had.

I tried to remember all the information that was in the package, but it was difficult. It was necessary to recline various, unnecessary information. For example, I don’t care where Andrei hid cigarettes from his parents. He was an adult, but his parents forbade him to smoke.

It did not happen that night to fall asleep, since the analysis of knowledge was always a long process. But by the morning, when everyone woke up, I was almost done.

With a non-verbal strapless spell, I straightened my hair and shortened it. I could not walk with long hair. During duels, they always fall on the eyes and interfere with vision. The apartment has already walked the family of Andrew. What was interesting was that Andrei managed to remember the style of walking of his relatives.

Now I need to decide what to do with them. In the memoirs of Andrew was that he, along with his mother and sister goes on vacation somewhere on the sea.

“Andrei,” a female voice addressed to him through the door. Recognizing his mother’s voice was not difficult. - You're already awake?

“Yes,” I replied calmly. Quickly found clothes, guided by the memory of the guy. He dressed simply without any kinks. Normal clothes for a teenager.

As it turned out, the house has a maid who cooks all the food, as well as cleans. The maid was a young girl two or three years older than Andrew himself. Parents and sister were already sitting at the table. Mother was a very spectacular woman. White, long hair, blue eyes. Light makeup, and painted nails. The sister was very much like a mother. The same trim, and athletic figure, only black hair fell almost to her ass. Father looked very strange. A large gold chain hung over an expensive sports suit, which he wears only at home.

Easy non-verbal and bezpalochkovaya legillimetsyya. Penetration was very easy. First I checked my father. What I saw there was a little awesome for me.

For the life we ​​live in, we need money. And where can I get them? Right. My father sold weapons to the Arabs, engaged in drug trafficking and the slave trade. In his fist, he kept several elite brothels. He also sat in the city hall of this city. Than Andrew's father just did not do. Torture, murder, racketeering, protection. Of course he did it not himself. Everybody was done by his subordinates, of whom there were so many. He decided to send us to sea in the USA, and he decided to go to one of his private brothels on the border with Japan.

The mother’s head was empty. She was just a doll, which her father rarely used. She had only new shoes in her head, a beauty salon, and shopping in the most expensive shops. Daughter to match her. As stupid as her mother, and also very arrogant. She is not at all different from her mother.

The maid was also verified. Her goal was to get me into her bed. But this was her second plan. She worked for one of her father’s opponents. Since his father was very closely associated with crime, many people want to get him a warm place. Also in her memory, I pulled the time of the operation to eliminate the father and his closest minions. It is interesting that the father does not know anything about the attempt on his own life.

The breakfast that Ala prepared, our maid was very tasty. And that the main thing in it was not poisons.

At breakfast, no one spoke, but after him my father called me into his office ....