"Don't put all your hopes in the 'savior', let me carry the burden!" "Believe me, there is nothing to fear from Voldemort, he was never our true enemy!" Ethan Vincent, winner of the 2008 World War II Award

[HP Fanfiction + Single or Multiple Female Protagonists + System + Snake Court + Behind the Scenes + Slow Heat]

[ps: Don’t join Ron’s party, I don’t like this character]

My name is Leggett Black.

After crossing over, I obtained a system....

It was also from this day that the world began to emit shrill screams.

Tang: Damn it, who stole my true energy!!!

Yu: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh my god!!!"

Jia Zhang: "Old Jia, please come back and take this thief away!!!"

In short, this is a story about exchanging everything in the Harry Potter world...

Anduin Wilson, founder of tactical training, international Auror tactical training instructor and equipment supplier, Hogwarts tactical training professor, Merlin Knight First Medal winner, International Wizard Duel Tournament Champion, Wizard International authorized black wizard bounty hunter, honorary chairman of the International Alchemy Research Center.

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His students always like to call him, "the one who fought in Hogwarts", "the terrifying instructor who conducts military exercises in the school every year"...

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And his legendary story will start from the summer of 1980 when Voldemort had not disappeared.

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My name is Anduin, I live in the villa area of ​​Godric's Hollow, I don't smoke, I only drink a little, I won't insist on winning over others, and I won't create enemies that give me a headache or keep me awake at night.

However, if I really have to fight, I won't lose to anyone.

Dementors are evil magical creatures that have no facial features and can only distinguish living people by smell and the emotions floating in the air.

Wherever they go, all happiness will disappear, leaving only the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Legend has it that under the hood of the Dementor there is a face that can devour souls...

"That's the theory."

Cohen Norton did not deny this.

"But this doesn't affect my desire to be a good person. No, it's weird."

As he said that, Cohen licked the lollipop in his hand and turned a blind eye to the child next to him who was crying because the candy Cohen's brother gave him suddenly disappeared.

[Ding! Goodwill value +1, sin value +1]

[Note: Giving candy first and then snatching it is immoral and you will be condemned by your conscience]

(This is a story about a funny person who travels through time to the magical world, becomes a subject of some evil black magic experiment and grows up positively and healthily - just listen to it seriously)

- The following is an incomplete introduction -

"What is this, Tom Riddle's diary? There's a soul in it, take a sip."

"What is this, Slytherin's locket? Pry it open and take a sip like an oyster."

"What is this, Hufflepuff's cup? Add some milk tea and take a sip."

...

"What is this, Harry Potter? You smell good, bro, sip--"

"Cohen, don't come over here!"

"Hello, respected Miss Janna Roland, what do you think of the fact that you have been awarded the title of "Most Charming Witch" by Wizard Weekly for three consecutive years?" "

Actually, compared to this title, I prefer other wizards to call me."

"You are not talking about: the master of life, the ruler of the summoning law, the best friend of the spirit world, the guardian of the four seasons, the soul singer..."

"None of them."

"I prefer others to call me-a learned wizard."

[HP Fanfiction + Behind-the-scenes Mastermind + Layout]

[The main focus in the early stage is to become stronger and survive, but it is slow to warm up]

[Hide ambition and desire for conquest behind a trustworthy appearance and seemingly sincere words]

Twyle, the most outstanding graduate in Durmstrang's history, came to Hogwarts.

"One day, Muggles will be able to use science to observe magic, to see through our magic, and to construct a mathematical model for every spell.

"What will the wizards do when that day comes?"

"Being caged like a rare animal?"

"still……"

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...

Many of the stories of the bards are not just hearsay, but also their personal experiences.

Ino thought that he would spend his future in one fantasy story after another, until one day, he received a letter from an owl...

[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!

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Dumbledore: What is this?

Neos: A demon, what else can it be?

Dumbledore: Huh?

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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?

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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.