I, An Emotionally Flawed Person, Seek Redemption at Hogwarts

"The first grade shot Professor Quirrell and severely injured Voldemort. The second grade killed the basilisk and destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux. The third grade teamed up with Professor Snape to kidnap Peter Pettigrew and killed him..."

Inside the Minister of Magic's room, behind the desk, a beautiful woman with fluffy brown hair was counting on her fingers and muttering to herself, while a feather pen was floating on its own, writing and drawing on a parchment scroll.

"Now that I think about it, Glenn, your school life is really colorful."

"Thanks to you, Hermione."

The black-haired man was lying on a recliner next to the desk, wearing an eye mask to block out the light. His voice was cold and flat.

"That's not bad, but as the minister's secretary, is it appropriate for you to slack off in front of me right after taking office?"

Hermione crossed her arms and looked helplessly at Glenn lying on the recliner.

"Show your enthusiasm as a killer."

"Those are things from my past life. There is nothing in the world that can threaten you now. I have retired for the time being."

The black-haired man spoke calmly, as if he was stating a fact.

"And if my house hadn't been destroyed by that Death Eater, I would have retired long ago."

Hearing this, Hermione shrugged, but she found it funny in her heart.

If Voldemort knew that he was destroyed because his men destroyed a Muggle house, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life, right?

There is no doubt that all of this stems from the day when Glenn's house was destroyed by magic.

And after that, a legendary wizard with emotional flaws, built with guns and wands, driven by protection and revenge, was born.