[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!"

The young biologist Levitra accidentally traveled to the world of Harry Potter and came to the era of Grindelwald, and his body age turned back to eleven years old.

"Ding! The merit system is being bound to the host. You only need to do good deeds to redeem rewards with merit points! In addition, as long as the host finally achieves the Dark Lord achievement, he can become a god on the spot."

Levitra:? ?

A few years later...

Dumbledore: He is a great man. In this era, not many people are willing to sacrifice their own interests to help others.

Grindelwald: Nonsense! Although this guy is young, he will do anything to achieve his goals. He is obviously one of my generation!

Newt: That young man looks more ferocious than a violent fire dragon, but... why is Qilin so close to him?

Tom: Who asked you to be the Dark Lord like this? Sometimes I want to call you a saint!

Levitra: Saint? No nose, you curse too dirty!