"Come with me."

"I'll be your teacher before you enter Hogwarts, introducing you to the vibrant wizarding world and all sorts of wizards."

"I'll teach you everything I know: potions, spells, transfiguration, even the Dark Arts."

"And if one day you grow up to be a truly great savior, then point your wand at me."

"Use all the methods I've taught you, use all you have, and kill me!"

"Do you have the guts?"

"Lily Evans and James Potter's son—"

"Harry Pott!"

In a narrow alley drenched in rain,

Severus Snape, with smooth, fresh, non-greasy black hair, holding a black umbrella, reached out his hand to the nine-year-old savior of the wizarding world, who sat on the ground, his face filled with fear and bewilderment.

Many people spend their entire lives trying to find their true talents, but Seamus Finnigan's talent is undeniable. Just imagine, 30 years from now, who could stand up to me, the Demolition Man? Dumbledore? Grindelwald? Voldemort? Even Merlin would have to retreat. ...Ahem, keep a low profile. Keep a low profile.

"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.

Some people worship him. Some people hate him. Some people say he is immortal. Some people say he has already died. Some people say he seeks the truth and successfully advances magic. Some people say he is heartbroken and will become the root of wizards' demise.

In this world full of fairy tales and beauty, everyone has different opinions about him. But no matter what, everyone will admit that there is always an era that belongs to Dawn. It includes the present. Including the past. Of course, it also includes the future.

[Hermione is the only heroine + no system but with cheat codes + cool story]

Should have died in the fire but he survived unexpectedly and became the childhood sweetheart of Hermione next door. After awakening a future memory, Phil Hefs discovered the other side of this world...

Unprecedented fire talent and the unexpectedly acquired sun golden ball gave him the power to change the future.

"The one who should have died didn't die, but the one who shouldn't have died was sacrificed."

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. This time, there will be no regrets!"

ps: This book contains a lot of Hermione, no vase.

Preliminary foreshadowing, fire talent does not count as cheat codes, cheat codes are in the late first grade, and then the protagonist fights happily.

Based on the movie version, the original and the second creation are supplemented.

A necromancer with the title of natural disaster, because of an accident, he traveled to the world of Harry Potter.

His name is Ian, and he was an orphan in the first life, and only the stories of Harry Potter accompanied him in his childhood.

In the second life, he is a necromancer that everyone fears.

When he comes to Hogwarts, where will the fate of this world go…

After many years:

Voldemort: Me? Dark Lord? Don’t talk nonsense! Be careful, I will sue you for spreading rumors!

Dumbledore: Ian is the patron saint of the wizarding world!

Grindelwald: It was Ian who made the wizard great again!

This book and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.

In the year 1340 of the Shire Reckoning, one year before the departure of the Lonely Mountain expedition, the Grey Wizard had yet to visit the Shire, the Dwarf King was still forging weapons in the Blue Mountains, and the dragon still slept deep within the mountain…

In that very year, a young wizard unexpectedly crossed into Middle-earth, carrying the Hogwarts Sign-in System.

Overnight, Hogwarts Castle rose from the ground, standing tall and majestic on the lands of Middle-earth; flying broomsticks streaked across the skies, becoming a unique sight in this world.

In the wild lands, the legend of a black-robed wizard began to spread silently.

He was a friend of the Elves, a bane to the Orcs, a nightmare to the Trolls, and the lifelong nemesis of the Dark Lord Sauron.

Years later, when the Dark Lord was defeated, the Elves sailed West, and the Age of Men began—Duir, who had signed in at all corners of Middle-earth, looked toward the fabled lands in the West.

[Location: Aman. Would you like to sign in?]

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...

The following is a real interview record:

"Professor Evans Kahn, what do you think of the rumors that you are the first generation Dark Lord and the confidant secretly cultivated by Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"That is pure slander!"

Evans stood at the Wizengamot's inauguration ceremony, his face indignant.

"Dark Lord? White Lord? These all sound too scary."

"If there must be a title, I actually prefer the word Beast King."

The next day, newspapers throughout the wizarding world published reports about the third generation Dark Lord changing his nickname.

"Wait, when did I admit that I was the Dark Lord?"