[Harry Potter Fanfiction + Magic + Wizards + Bloodline]

Centuries ago, the magical prince Merlin and King Arthur left their heritage and legacy, which included the most important dragon bloodline.

London, 1968.

9-year-old Magnus was lost on the street, but was unexpectedly chosen...

Dumbledore personally invited him to Hogwarts.

Become classmates of James Potter, Sirius and Snape.

What kind of sparks will they create?

When Voldemort strikes, what will Magnus do?

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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?"

In the shadow of the green lantern, Carl tapped Voldemort's diary with a hook stained with evil despair.

"Poor lonely ghost, you are mine, come out and play, how are we going to carry out this pleasant torture?"

On the day when the owl delivered the Hogwarts admission letter, Carl was excited, but also glad that he did not choose "Harry Potter" when he copied books to make money. He was just one step away from biting into the special melon of Avada. After Professor McGonagall arrived, Carl discovered his talent (external plug-in): "Detect Minerva McGonagall, Animagus Transformation... Match Nidalee, Vastaya Xayah Transformation..."

It is understandable that they can transform into a cat, but why did Professor Snape match Viego? "Forever lost my love! Defeat with a single glance!

What era is it now? Are you still using traditional magic wands?

Come try this round wand, which can release three spells at the same time, and its main feature is the surprise effect.

Let’s take a look at this one. This staff is 1.5 meters long and made of iron wood. Dragon breeders all say it’s good.

There is also a cool lightning wand, a two-handed wand with double the power, an easy-to-operate trigger wand, and a finger-sized 7.62...

As the only designated heir of the Ollivander family, Siren feels that he needs to give the backward wizarding world a little shock.

[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 orphanage has turned into a blood-soaked monastery.

Diagon Alley has become Devil’s Street.

Hogwarts is now a haunted castle.

The Forbidden Forest? A forest of death.

Ed couldn’t help but feel that this game’s dungeon was seriously messed up.

But hey, it’s just a game. Might as well play it!

Many years later, Ed looked down at the noseless monster before him and declared:

"Standing before you is the Lord of Crows, the Master of Death, the Supreme Protector, the Blade-Bearer of the Lost, the most ruthless Dark Magician in history—

and the legendary alchemist, Ed Moriarty!"

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...

On the day he crossed the world of Harry Potter and received the admission notice, Ethan awakened the achievement system. As long as he made the corresponding events, he could get rewards.

With three million gold, he has achieved the achievement of [hegemony and wealth can rival the country].

Get the blood of magical animals and achieve the achievement [I'm not a human].

Use Avadaso's life to kill 100 wizards and achieve the achievement of [Gnawing Big Melon Lover].

......

On the day of graduation, when Ethan was seamlessly appointed Minister of Magic, the reporter of The Prophet's Daily asked:

"Mr. Adrian, as the youngest and best Minister of Magic in history, I heard that you have been famous for Hogwarts in the first year of admission, won the Merlin Order Medal in two years, and directly overturned the professor in three years... I don't know why you have achieved such dazzling results?"

Ethan Adrian spread his hands: "I really want to make progress!"

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...