"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.

[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."

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...

In 1991, Harry Potter, who was looking forward to campus life, stood on the platform of the Hogwarts Express, accompanied by his parents, godfather, Uncle Remus and a snow-white owl, and hugged and said goodbye to them one by one. The wind blew his bangs aside, revealing his smooth forehead above his green almond-shaped eyes. He just felt that he was the happiest little wizard in the world. The last person to say goodbye to him was his godfather, Sirius Black. "Harry, remember, have fun!" Black squatted down, his grey eyes sparkling, "If anything happens, you know, just look for Uncle Regulus—" This is a story about a game geek who plays "Assassin's Creed" and travels through time to the story of Regulus Black, a relative of Harry Potter. Regulus is responsible for hard work, and others are responsible for happiness! Protagonist: All..

Upon opening his eyes, Sean found himself a member of Hollisey's Orphanage. Despite a somewhat bleak start, the magical world he had never imagined was opening its doors to him. Even more delightful, local specialties arrived along with him. "I, Sean, have come this far entirely through my own hard work! Proficiency panel, add points!" From a [Spells Novice] who had just learned the Luminescence Charm to a [White Lord] who had mastered all spells; from a [Transfiguration Apprentice] who could transform matches to a [Magical Legend] who could alter the properties of matter; from a [Potions Novice] who could barely brew a scabies potion to a [Master of the Crucible] who had created an entire potion system. His magical achievements were as numerous as the stars: Transfiguration, potions, spells, the Dark Arts, prophecies, magical creatures, alchemy, astronomy... His life was celebrated by many: Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Scamander... Oh, let's interview the dying Mr. Voldemort; he seems to have something to say. The Dark Lord was kicked to death: "No one told me that there was a White Lord hiding in Hogwarts!" This book is also known as: "A Certain Liver Emperor's Hogwarts", "A Liver Legend of Magic", "Hogwarts: Sorry, I Just Want to Learn"