[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...

Gilderoy Lockhart has just become Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, and there are several uninvited guests in the office.

Dumbledore: “Minister, I have to tell you with great sadness that Moriarty Slytherin is the most hidden person in the European wizarding world!”

Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler: “Look Minister, the Hogwarts Riots, the Himalayan Avalanche, the Gringotts Heist, the World Cup Opening, the Nurmengard Bombing, the Azkaban Defection , the Durmstrang riot, these mysteries all point to one person, Moriarty Slytherin!”

Platinum noble Lucius: “On behalf of the pure blood family, I strongly request the minister to launch a wanted request for Moriarty Slytherin! Oh, my minister, don’t look at me with greedy eyes, all pure blood money is taken by Mori Artie’s gone.”

Gilderoy Lockhart showed his signature smile: “Please allow me to introduce to you my young master, the greatest wizard of all time, the master of dawn and darkness, the master of ice and thunder, the legendary god of magic, Moriarty Slytherin!”

This is the story of a little wizard who only has magic in his heart and becomes the big boss behind the scenes in the Harry Potter world.

Egger Morriss.

Translation: Poisoned eggs.

The amused young man who was seriously ill in bed last life was reborn into the world in the Harry Potter stories in his memory.

For the coming darkness and the strange and unpredictable magical world, Iger is like a wild dog that has been let loose.

Author: Why don’t you follow the plot?

Iger: The plot? Is the plot none of my business? I want to be happy!

Voldemort: You are very talented, I allow you to be my servant!

Iger: That’s not how the valet is charged… My friend, have you heard of Amway?

Voldemort: ? ? ?

Snape: I swear, Mr Morriss, if I find out you’re using a cauldron to cook hot pot again, I can’t guarantee that my wolf’s poison potion will drip into your cauldron if you’re not paying attention.

Iger: Once upon a time, there was a little witch from Muggle, she had a pair of green eyes…

Snape: Don’t challenge my bottom line!

Iger: Don’t challenge my scumbag!

This is an unorthodox magical world, Hogwarts with a clear style of painting, be careful!

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...

Rey wakes up from a coma and travels to Faerun, becoming a remnant of the Netheril nobles. Fortunately, he has the cheat code [Simulator of the Universe].

The Dawn Catastrophe is not far away, the extinction of the family is complicated and confusing, and the turbulent times will never come back. Rey simulates and projects the universe, takes the universe as the foundation, takes the arcane as his profession, absorbs knowledge, and becomes the new God of Gods. Enter the infinite multiverse virtual sea to stir up the wind and clouds and achieve the highest.

The first copy: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft (a small amount) + Pirates of the Caribbean: completed;

the second copy: Demon Hunter (Wizard): completed;

the third copy: Middle-earth: completed;

the fourth copy: World of Warcraft: completed.

The plot is bland in the early stage, the rhythm is slow, and this is my first post, please forgive me...

【Taste buds bloom potion】 [A potion made of moonflower petals, Billy Wigg insect sting stinger juice and fire ash snake eggshells as the main ingredients, which can stimulate the existing flavor to the extreme, and excessive intake will cause convulsions and convulsions all over the body for up to an hour] Luke De Vere is quite satisfied with this pot of potion, and today's eight-eyed giant spider dragon's rest risotto must sell quickly. …… This is the legendary story of being able to see the introduction of everything and eventually becoming a potion master. But the problem now is that Professor Sprout wonders why I can grow herbs 100% alive, Professor Snape wonders why I can make a near-perfect potion, and Professor Trelawney doesn't understand why all my predictions come true...... Every professor wants to communicate with me after class, but I just want to go to the Room to make myself a Thunderbird Storm special. This book is again...

[Single female protagonist Hermione + mainly based on the movie plot, later plot changes + system]

Kevin traveled to the world of Harry Potter and grew up in an orphanage without ever coming into contact with magic. It was not until he was 11 years old that he finally received the admission letter to Hogwarts.

Reborn, he just wants to enjoy this magical journey, but as time goes by, he can't help but get caught up in it...

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Snape: Kevin? Humph! Just a cocky brat with a bit of talent.

Dumbledore: Kevin is such a good boy who would go to great lengths to help his friends.

Voldemort: Kevin, this unethical and despicable villain! He has attacked me with a crowbar every time I die!

On a frozen tundra, through the billowing steam and blinding blizzard, the shape of a colossal beast slowly emerges.

A grotesque construct seemingly cobbled together from wood and iron, devoid of any sense of beauty or design. Whether it can even move is a mystery—it’s a wonder it holds together at all.

At the front is a massive steel face locked in a twisted grin, with a red mechanical tongue lurking inside its maw.

Below, four claw-like mechanical legs—thin and bird-like—stride awkwardly through the snow, barely supporting the towering monstrosity above. Their fragility is alarming against the beast’s massive frame.

They say, deep within the fortress, a mysterious figure dwells… weaving the fate of all who live.

[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!

———

Dumbledore: What is this?

Neos: A demon, what else can it be?

Dumbledore: Huh?

———

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?

———

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!

———

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.

"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