"Hello, strange wizard, what is your name?"

"Avada Kedavra."

"Fuck! What are you doing?!"

"...I will call Avada Kedavra, Avada Kendavia."

"...Who gave you this bad name?"

"I heard it's the Department of Mysteries."

"You have a grudge against the Ministry of Magic?"

"No, they don't dare."

"...Then what should I call you? You can't just recite the killing curse when we meet, right?"

"You can call me: the leader of the technological explosion in the wizarding world, the pioneer of Muggle exploration of magic, the ruler of the Hufflepuff kitchen, the ducklord, the younofull..."

Grandpa sells bombs in Knockturn Alley, and my second uncle is locked up in Azkaban!

My parents, aunts, and uncles are all poachers. What am I supposed to do after transferring schools three times?

If I don't work hard, I'll only inherit a castle, thirty thousand acres of land, two shady businesses, and a poaching team from my family. I'll be a complete failure! Nothing at all!

van, who traveled through time and space and became a descendant of Merlin: Do you know how many secrets there are in the magic world? Why can ancient runes be engraved on magic wands? Why can it enhance magic power? What is its connection with modern magic runes? Is the boundary between life and death behind the curtain of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic? Is there a secret left in its time hall that can turn back time with a time converter? Why does prophecy magic need to contact celestial bodies, why can Merlin understand the language of all animals, and why is the magic of love so powerful? Knowledge is infinite, but my life is limited! I will never allow anyone to prevent me from exploring secrets! I'm talking about you, the noseless monster! You are a mediocre person who only knows soul magic and black magic! This book is also known as: "Hogwarts: Merlin? Why do you call me ancestor?" "Hogwarts: Voldemort? He knows nothing...

Ye Shu, a good-for-nothing otaku, traveled through time and space, finding himself in a mediocre modern city. With no supernatural powers, let alone superheroes, he expected to live an ordinary life. However, at the age of eleven, his life took a surprising turn. "Attention, freshmen! No student is allowed to enter the Dark Forest. This is for you, Ravenclaw Ye Shu! As a senior, you must not do anything that might lead the freshmen astray!" Dumbledore declared at the freshman welcome dinner. "A cauldron is for brewing potions, not for cooking. Ravenclaw students, especially, do not imitate your senior, Ye Shu!" Snape sternly warned the freshmen during Potions class. "Broomsticks are for riding, not for standing on them and yelling about flying. Do not imitate Ye Shu's absurd behavior!" Madam Hooch declared, broomstick in hand, addressing the freshmen. "What on earth did this senior Ye Shu do that angered everyone?" The freshmen looked at each other in bewilderment.

[The setting is quite different from the original work, so those who study the text suggest clicking the cross immediately]

[I just imagine a free and easy life in the magic world, without too much hatred, conspiracy and intrigue (?)]

God of Time Travel: "I'll give you a chance to travel back to 1991."

Jack: “Cool~~~”

God of Crossing: "Give you extraordinary power."

Jack: "Handsome! Handsome! Handsome!"

The God of Time Travel: "How cool!"

Jack: "Then I should be able to be the best and do whatever I want, right?"

God of Transmigration: "Ahem..."

Jack: "Hogwarts acceptance letter? Wizarding world? Magic?"

A smile appeared on his face subconsciously.

"That's even better! Now I can can starfish!"

God of Transmigration: “???????”

Jack: "Wuhu~~~

With the glory of mankind, we will create a starry paradise!

Voldemort, times have changed!

Eat my neutrons and kill me!"

[As a Hufflepuff, it makes sense that I like canning starfish! 】

[How could I, who am obsessed with building a Star Ocean Community, be the Dark Lord? ]

[The history of wizards can only be described with one simple and crude word: failure

Now, I will define success myself! 】

[The era of Muggles has ended, the future of the universe belongs to wizards, this is the dawn of the era of magic! ]

[All great works require sacrifice to be created. Other beings may not understand, but they must obey! ]

[The introduction is pure nonsense. How can there be such an exaggerated plot? Don’t you think so? (Funny)]

[The female lead is tentatively Hermione. If the protagonist becomes a mechanical synthetic human and Kunkun is gone, ah... um... well...]

On a sunny afternoon, Kyle finally received the admission notice he had been longing for, and came to Hogwarts, a prestigious school with a thousand years of history.

Here, Kyle has a very fulfilling life. Apart from studying every day, he also uses his spare time to grow a la carte, grow some flowers, or go to the dark underground secret room to give psychological counseling to a small animal that has been abandoned for thousands of years. .

Dumbledore: Kyle is a good boy who is upright, brave, kind and sincere.

Professor McGonagall: The principal is right, Kyle never breaks the school rules.

Snape: Ah yes yes yes...

Quirrell thought so too, but one day, he pushed open the trap door and jumped into a room full of biting kale...

[Growth flow, Badger House, single female lead, Harry's class, original derivative plot]

"When others travel through time, they see the system and the old man in their minds, but why is it that when I see it, it's just ice cream?"

When wizards in "Harry Potter" cast magic, emotions are of paramount importance, and can even be said to be the foundation of magic.

So, what kind of journey will a pure soul with a spirit of sacrifice in another world embark on when paired with ice cream that symbolizes happiness and joy?

Where will the pure-blooded nobility go? Will tragedy repeat itself? Will our victory still be a "lose-lose" victory?

When "Harry Potter" truly becomes a grand world, then are the enemies and crises really only hidden within us?

Following the aroma of ice cream, we headed to Hogwarts in 1991 to find out

[HP fanfiction + single female protagonist + system + snake courtyard + black magic + private settings]

"My name is Tom Riddle. I was born in the Wu Orphanage and I am a wizard."

"I speak Parseltongue well, have a yew wand, phoenix feathers, 13.5 inches, and am in Slytherin."

"My favorite magic is chewing big melons."

"Huh? What did you say? I am Voldemort? Come on, I am so handsome, how could I be that noseless Tom?"

Tom, who traveled through the world of "Harry Potter", entered the wizarding world with the same name as Voldemort and a face that looked like the Dark Lord when he was a child.

Dumbledore: I suddenly feel my eyes are blurry, otherwise how could I dream of going back to 1938.

Lucius: Two masters, I can’t tell them apart. I really can’t tell them apart.

Voldemort: Who am I, where am I, and what shall I do?

Hogwarts: Huh? It turns out the Dark Lord is right next to us!

Tom: I'm really not Voldemort. This is all Noseless Tom's fault.

..........

"Let the magic world surrender to us!"

When Voldemort was madly venting his ambitions on Tom, he was met with a big bite of melon.

"Only losers are Voldemort, and I am Tom Riddle!"

Traveling through the orphanage, with a golden finger for collection, I wanted to be a low-key treasure fiend and achieve the achievement of a winner in life. As a result, I unexpectedly received a letter from an owl, telling you that this is the world of Harry Potter.

[HP Fanfiction + No Female Protagonist + Intelligence Flow + Early Behind-the-Scenes Development]

I woke up as Lysander Verrone of St. Waldemar's Orphanage.

An acceptance letter from Hogwarts? Great.

An ebony dragon heartstring wand? Not bad.

The Sorting Hat said I have Gryffindor courage burning within me? OK.

But why can I "see" things that others cannot see?

The restless dark vortex on Harry's forehead, the sticky parasitic black light on the back of Quirrell's head, the halo of holiness and curse intertwined in the unicorn's blood... and the suffocatingly huge magic field around the Philosopher's Stone!

Did Voldemort think that no one would know he was hiding under Quirrell's turban?

Is the protection level of the Philosopher's Stone perfect?

Snape's hatred was without reason?

In front of my eyes that can see through the source of magic, all secrets are exposed.

From creating his own invisibility spell to avoid the Marauder's Map, to analyzing the magical structure of the three-headed dog to resist the Killing Curse...

I quietly made arrangements behind the scenes and had a clear view of everything.

Dumbledore: This child always appears at the critical place and always gives a reasonable explanation.

Snape: ...his method of brewing potions has a disturbingly perfect insight, but unfortunately he is a stupid lion.

Harry: Lysander seems to know everything, he's practically superhuman.

When everyone was still doubting Snape or Quirrell,

I had already set my sights on the twisted black shadow behind Quirrell's head.

"Don't worry, Professor Voldemort..."

"For your resurrection ceremony, I will prepare a 'surprise' gift for you."