"Albus Dumbledore made two great mistakes in his life: one was Tom Riddle, and the other was Jim Lynch." Jim Lynch, the "Mist Hangman," a forbidden legend who hunted hundreds of dark wizards, was locked in the Forbidden Forest by Dumbledore himself. When the savior Harry enrolled in school, he tore open his cage and returned to the wizarding world as a professor. Dumbledore regarded him as a hidden danger, and the Ministry of Magic became his chess game, with death walking with him. When the sky of Hogwarts was set on fire, Lynch stepped out of the fire and smiled elegantly at Voldemort: "Hello, Tom, did you miss me?"

"Professor Dumbledore, have you ever seen Hogwarts at four in the morning?" Russell said calmly. "From midnight to six o'clock, get six hours of sleep." "From six to eight o'clock, sweat it out in the Forbidden Forest, including but not limited to wrestling with trolls, practicing riding on unicorns, dodging centaurs' arrows, and so on." "From eight to six, be ready for a full day of study." "From six to ten, study late into the night in the library." "From ten to twelve, practice dueling skills in the Room of Requirement." This is the simple yet fulfilling day of Russell Fishthorne, the King of the Curriculum at Hogwarts.

The shadow cast by two generations of Dark Lords gradually dissipated.

The White Lord (crossed out), the greatest wizard of this century, fantasized about receiving woolen socks in the headmaster's office.

Ryan Wells lived a quiet and leisurely life at Hogwarts.

With some insignificant external help, he was held in deep reverence throughout the wizarding community.

"Master Ryan! Do you have any new prophecies today?" People traveled thousands of miles from all over the world to Hogwarts in the hope of receiving a prophecy.

"Senior Ryan, what should I pay attention to today?" asked the younger students who had been helped.

"Ryan, any new prophecies?" Professor Flitwick cast a levitation spell on himself and patted his favorite student's shoulder affectionately in mid-air.

"Mr. Wells, what are your thoughts on the Ministry of Magic's future work?" asked the Daily Prophet reporter...

Rey wakes up from a coma and travels to Faerun, becoming a remnant of the Netheril nobles. Fortunately, he has the cheat code [Simulator of the Universe].

The Dawn Catastrophe is not far away, the extinction of the family is complicated and confusing, and the turbulent times will never come back. Rey simulates and projects the universe, takes the universe as the foundation, takes the arcane as his profession, absorbs knowledge, and becomes the new God of Gods. Enter the infinite multiverse virtual sea to stir up the wind and clouds and achieve the highest.

The first copy: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft (a small amount) + Pirates of the Caribbean: completed;

the second copy: Demon Hunter (Wizard): completed;

the third copy: Middle-earth: completed;

the fourth copy: World of Warcraft: completed.

The plot is bland in the early stage, the rhythm is slow, and this is my first post, please forgive me...

【Taste buds bloom potion】 [A potion made of moonflower petals, Billy Wigg insect sting stinger juice and fire ash snake eggshells as the main ingredients, which can stimulate the existing flavor to the extreme, and excessive intake will cause convulsions and convulsions all over the body for up to an hour] Luke De Vere is quite satisfied with this pot of potion, and today's eight-eyed giant spider dragon's rest risotto must sell quickly. …… This is the legendary story of being able to see the introduction of everything and eventually becoming a potion master. But the problem now is that Professor Sprout wonders why I can grow herbs 100% alive, Professor Snape wonders why I can make a near-perfect potion, and Professor Trelawney doesn't understand why all my predictions come true...... Every professor wants to communicate with me after class, but I just want to go to the Room to make myself a Thunderbird Storm special. This book is again...

[HP fan fiction + no system + slow to warm up + funny and weird + single female protagonist]

Neos lost his soul during the journey through time. He was smart and made a new body for himself. Although it has no soul, it is enough!

———

Dumbledore: What is this?

Neos: A demon, what else can it be?

Dumbledore: Huh?

———

Snape: You must stop using the power of the demon!

Neos: But... we... are wizards...

Snape: What's wrong with wizards?

Neos: Of course wizards have to play with demons. They can't go to angels or people from the church, right?

———

Harry: Neos! Azazel used strange magic on me again!

Neos: Didn't you say you wanted Snape not to target you?

Harry: There's no need to turn me into a girl!

Ron: Yes, just turn Harry into a girl in the potions class.

Hermione: Hurry up! Class is about to start!

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Azazel: If the sacrifice this time is still a pig's trotter or a pinkie, don't blame me for being passive.

Neos: Here, piglets.

Azazel: Asshole! I've had enough! Why is it always these things?

Half an hour later Azazel: The piglets are delicious.

This is the "other world", a paradise where souls temporarily reside before reincarnation, the legendary kingdom of the dead, and the ethereal fantasy of the wizarding world. Adam, who walks on the boundary between life and death, has saved confused souls here, received blessings from elves and fairies, and also won the favor of gods. [Complete King Arthur's commission and get the holy sword Excalibur]

[Complete Merlin's commission and get the prophetic power to reverse fate]

[Complete the commission of the goddess of slaughter and get a kiss] But he will never forget the first commission he received after arriving at the Novice Village. ...

Adam, who had just entered the magic world at the age of eleven, looked at the girl in front of him with a worried look on his face and asked hesitantly. "You mean... let me deal with Dumbledore?" The girl nodded solemnly: "Please!" [Commission content: A girl who is looking forward to meeting her relatives again]

At Hogwarts swipe degree friendly time brief introduction: www.uukanshu.com chocolate frog miniature painting #102 golden Glenn? Ollivander The greatest prophet and wand master of all time, the Knight of the Order of the Garter, first class medal winner of the Ollivander Award for his wide recognition of achievements: 1997 defeated the most dangerous dark wizard ever Voldemort; 1998 crushed the dark wizard's evil plot; wand technology reform; promoted international magical cultural exchange.

Mr. Ollivander loves Quidditch and collects chocolate frog miniature painting.

[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."

Are you afraid of firearms that can shoot magic? What? You're not scared of those little squirt guns that only shoot "Aguamenti" and take three minutes to reload after one use? Oh, my dear customer, I'm not talking about those children's toys. I'm talking about the new big toys only big kids can use!

Please look this way:

Expelliarmus Colt! Its immense power guarantees equality for all; even Voldemort would drop his wand if hit!

Stupefy Gatling! Three thousand six hundred rounds per breath—no one can stand for more than a second under its firing muzzle!

Confringo Remington! Even Gringotts' vault door can be blown open with a single shot!