Soar into the sky with the giant dragon of the Black Forest;

learn the fairy magic in the Fairy Garden;

meet the goddess of luck at the Fountain of Good Fortune with the brave;

combine the three holy relics into one in the face of the god of death;

in a world where wizards exist, are fairy tales the fantasy of genius or embellished history?

Through the mist of history, across the boundary between this world and the next.

Avalon, please show the truth of the world to the wanderers.

…………

"My dream used to be to become a best-selling fairy tale writer in the Muggle and wizard worlds."

The reporter from the Daily Prophet raised the microphone, "What about now?"

"I have written my life into a fairy tale that I am most satisfied with... Look, whether it is Muggles or wizards, is there anyone who can refuse my story?"

[Slytherin][Hermione is the only female protagonist][More rigorous: After living in another world for ten years, the protagonist barely remembers a little about Harry Potter][Not a system]

The false devil:

Gather the Saints to fight against the Muggles.

Occupy Britain and attack the school.

The real devil:

Destroy the world and cause great suffering to all living beings.

Elias traveled through time for eleven years and suddenly found out that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter and was chosen by the bloodline of the devil!

You only need to gather three of the seven deadly sins: pride, wrath, laziness, greed, envy, gluttony, and ecstasy, and the power of the devil in your blood will automatically summon the devil to possess you and destroy the world!

For the peace of the world,

From that day on, Elias knew that his idle life would be gone forever...

Adrian Wisen, who traveled to the world of Harry Potter, didn't have any big ambitions. As a professor at Hogwarts, his daily routine is to take care of children, farm, and cause trouble for the elderly headmaster. Everyone who knew Adrian Wisen also knew that he was a kind and amiable wizard. Oh, there is one important thing. Never go near those plants he grows!

The story begins. Ian thought he was just a little wizard with a bit of talent and a simple [plug-in]—as long as he worked hard, he could become stronger.

However, as time passed, he began to realize something.

The teachers guiding him in magic were either legendary powerhouses or figures straight out of myths.

*"Standing before you is the noble Apostle of the Maze, the Co-Spokesman of the Old Dead, and the heir personally chosen by the founder of Hogwarts!"*

What? The noseless monster wants to make a move?

He must have never heard of the original spell recorded on my Chocolate Frog’s Famous Wizards Collection Card!

Dumbledore: *"That spell…!"*

Dumbledore’s expression changed as Ian recited *"Call of the Guardian Spirit."*

Silver-white threads surged, intertwining and condensing until a familiar figure appeared, one that a certain professor had spent his entire life drowning in guilt over.

The third-rate detective Xing Ze died while investigating a mysterious case and traveled to the world of Harry Potter with the pagan relics. However, he found that this Harry Potter world is full of dangers, mysterious organizations, ancient magic, and nameless gods. …

When Harry Potter, the star of savior, was preventing Voldemort from resurrecting, Xing Ze was destroying terrible rituals in a dark and backward town. When Voldemort was resurrected, Xing Ze wandered in the dark forest looking for ancient secrets. When Harry Potter finally When Voldemort was defeated, Xing Ze traveled through dreams to find a way to save the world.

This is an unknown story, a buried history. There is no hero here, only a stranger who wants to return to Earth.

(It won’t have any impact if you don’t know about Warcraft or haven’t read Harry Potter. The Warcraft part is just background and barrier-free reading.)

After defeating the Burning Legion, the Prophet Harry returned to the year when he was eleven years old.

The sudden appearance of wizards and alternative magical powers made Harry finally understand where the magic in his body came from that even the mages in Dalaran could not figure out.

Shaman prophet?

Or a wizard?

For Harry, there is actually no difference between the two. The hammer and shield are still his weapons to protect the world - maybe now he needs to add a wand.

Also, I can indeed summon the spirits of my ancestors, but why does the Hogwarts Potions Professor always want to ask my mother's spirit something?

The following conversation is excerpted from the Daily Prophet's exclusive interview with Harry Potter, the greatest wizard of the 21st century, the defeater of two generations of Dark Lords, the founder of prophetic magic and soul magic... and the founder of the modern elemental magic system:

"...What made you stand up at a young age and resolutely take on the responsibility of the entire British wizarding world?"

"I couldn't help it."

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn't help but beat them up."

"..."

[Tarot Divination + Greek Mythology + No Romance + No Heroine + Magic Reform + Custom Settings + OOC + No Conspiracy Theories + Brotherhood & Solidarity]

*"Avada Kedavra!"*

The evil Dark Wizard cast the Unforgivable Curse.

Yet Asher, unfazed by danger, even laughed and taunted:

*"Come on! Kill me if you have the guts!"*

Then, the eerie green light struck Asher’s body—

but the one who dropped dead was the Dark Wizard himself.

*"Heh… Didn’t expect that, huh?*

*There are people under us!"*

[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!"

As a survivor of the war, Roger is learning magic just to survive.

Nicolas Flamel: "Then I will teach you how to make the Philosopher's Stone and brew the Elixir of Life, okay?"

"No, no, it's called immortality, but after hundreds of years, the body will decay and suffer endlessly. Can this be called immortality?" Roger shook his head.

Voldemort: "I will teach you the method of Horcruxes, which can be divided into seven parts and reborn after death. How about it?"

"If you don't want to learn, you will be incomplete if your soul is cut. Even if you seem to be reborn, the Ship of Theseus, which has lost its continuity, is no longer the me I once was?"

Dumbledore: "Death is not the end, but a new great adventure. I will teach you..."

Before he finished speaking, Roger interrupted: "When there is still hope, choosing death is nothing more than admitting defeat and escaping from this world. Without hope, how is it different from real death? Don't learn!"

Grindelwald: "I will teach you the art of prophecy, anticipate the enemy's moves, grasp the tide of the times, lead wizards to greatness again, and then gather the power of all wizards to support you and prolong your life. How about it?"

Roger, who is also a prophet like him, thought about it seriously, and finally shook his head. "Just as I am now above this era, there are always talented people in every generation, and the world is vast and boundless. No matter how powerful I am, there will always be more powerful beings standing in front of me in the future. No one is always invincible, and no one is really invincible. Being too deeply involved with all living beings is not the way to eternity."

Rejecting the teachings of the last elder, Roger Virgil looked into the starry sky: "...There is no way in the world, it seems that I can only open one myself."