Reborn in HP Verse

In the infinite blackness, a conveyor belt stretched endlessly, carrying orbs of various colors blue, red, green, and gold toward a shimmering blue light at the end. Each orb disappeared as the light engulfed it, and the next moved on, the cycle repeating without pause.

"Whoa... where am I?" Ezekiel murmured, looking at the glowing orbs ahead and behind him. Beyond the belt, there was nothing but darkness, save for the stunning and eerie blue light in the distance.

The last thing he remembered was the train. People had been running toward his car, their faces pale with panic. Then, nothing.

"Is this... the afterlife?" Ezekiel asked himself, frowning. "Wow, I never thought it'd be this boring."

Time became meaningless as the conveyor belt moved him forward, the orbs ahead vanishing one by one. Finally, it was his turn. The blue light engulfed him, and with a flash, he was gone.

When Ezekiel opened his eyes, he realized two things, he was completely naked, and he was standing in what looked like the busiest office he'd ever seen. Towering workstations stretched as far as he could see, each manned by what could only be described as angels.

The angels weren't what he'd expected. Instead of serene figures in white robes, these angels were wearing different outfits, wielding glowing clipboards, and shouting over the chaos of crying, screaming, or angrily protesting souls.

Ezekiel's attention snapped to his own "caseworker." His angel had an easy smirk and a sharp suit, with wild red hair and sunglasses that he somehow wore indoors.

'Kind of looks like Crowley from good omens' though Ezekiel

"Ah, fresh meat!, good observation the last one asked why I was wearing sun glasses in a room!" the angel said, grinning. "Welcome to the Afterlife Processing Unit, kid. Soul 9E224. Ezekiel P. Fein, right? Oof... rough childhood, huh?"

"Uh... yes, sir," Ezekiel replied, still trying to make sense of it all.

"Well, lucky you. Today's quota of processing a million souls reached with you, which means I get to offer you a little something extra. Reincarnation!"

The angel snapped his fingers, and three massive spin wheels appeared in the air. Each wheel had glowing text written on it.

"Here's the deal," the angel explained. "Each spin determines your next life. One wheel picks your universe, one picks a power-up it can vary from rare bloodlines to powerful systems, and the last picks a special item. Simple, right?"

Ezekiel blinked. "Uh... okay?"

"But," the angel continued, leaning closer with a conspiratorial grin, "if you're willing to sacrifice your power-up, I'll guarantee a mythical-tier item instead. What do you say? Pretty good deal, eh?"

Ezekiel hesitated. The angel's smile was too wide, too eager. "What are my odds of getting something good?"

The angel rolled his eyes. "One in a billion for an epic system, one in a million for a mythical item. Look, just take the deal."

'Is this guy really an angel?' Ezekiel thought, his suspicion growing.

"Wrong, mortal!" the angel snapped, as though reading his mind. "I'm not just any angel. I'm a jack of all trades. The others are all goody-goody types who hand out freebies. Take Aro over there he gave the last guy an emperor system and sent him to rule a universe. The bastard's got a thousand-woman harem now. Makes me sick."

"Can I decide after I know where I'm going sir?" Ezekiel asked cautiously.

The angel raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Smart, kid. Been a while since I've had one like you. Fine, let's spin the first wheel."

With a snap, the first wheel spun wildly, the glowing text flashing past: Marvel Universe, Middle-Earth, Pokémon World, Warhammer, and more. Ezekiel held his breath as the wheel slowed... and stopped.

"Harry Potter Universe!" the angel announced. "Low-level magic world. Not bad, eh? What's your decision, boy?"

Ezekiel exhaled in relief. 'Dodged a bullet there,' he thought, remembering some of the more dangerous options he'd glimpsed. Marvel Zombies? Hell no.

"Sir," Ezekiel asked, "will I still be able to use magic if I give up my power-up?"

"Of course!" the angel scoffed. "Why would I send you as a Squib? Too boring to watch."

"Then I'll take the deal."

The angel clapped his hands. "That's more like it! No backsies!"

The second wheel vanished, replaced by a golden wheel that sparkled as it spun. Ezekiel stared as the glowing text blurred past, words like Excalibur, Philosopher's Stone, Infinity Gauntlet, and Horus's Claw appearing and disappearing too fast to read.

"You know, kid," the angel said with a sly grin, "even Superman's underwear is considered a mythical item."

Ezekiel gulped as the wheel slowed. A soft ding rang out, signaling it had stopped.

"Too bad my shift's over," the angel said abruptly, snapping his fingers. "Good luck, kid. Don't die too soon!"

Before Ezekiel could see what he'd won, the world around him dissolved into light.