[Growth flow, Badger House, single female lead, Harry's class, original derivative plot]

"When others travel through time, they see the system and the old man in their minds, but why is it that when I see it, it's just ice cream?"

When wizards in "Harry Potter" cast magic, emotions are of paramount importance, and can even be said to be the foundation of magic.

So, what kind of journey will a pure soul with a spirit of sacrifice in another world embark on when paired with ice cream that symbolizes happiness and joy?

Where will the pure-blooded nobility go? Will tragedy repeat itself? Will our victory still be a "lose-lose" victory?

When "Harry Potter" truly becomes a grand world, then are the enemies and crises really only hidden within us?

Following the aroma of ice cream, we headed to Hogwarts in 1991 to find out

[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!"

Travel to the world of Harry Potter,

Moon is bound to the infinite talent system, and his life is completely changed!

After completing the task, the system rewards the number of talent copies:

White copy, extracting the properties of magic items;

Blue copy, control of magical creatures' talents;

Red copy, seize the wizard's core ability;

Golden copy, all talents, all for your own use!

"The Philosopher's Stone's golden touch? Copy it!"

"The flying properties of a broom? Copy it!"

"Powerful spell talent? Copy it!"

From the classrooms of Hogwarts to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, from the Quidditch field to the Wizarding War, Moon used his infinite replication talent to step up to the pinnacle of the wizarding world!

Edward Bedwell, who traveled to the wizarding world of Hogwarts, found himself a descendant of one of the Arthurian Knights of the Round Table. Not only that, but as long as he abides by the knightly virtues, he can gain the corresponding power. Humility and restraint allow him to be absolutely focused. Treating people with sincerity allows him to distinguish between truth and falsehood. The Weak can make him perceive all things. ...... Following the ancient knightly virtues, inheriting the will of his ancestors, studying the "Handbook of Magical Knights", Edward, who entered Hogwarts to study, practiced his own knighthood at all times. He was humble, sincere, and compassionate, and was well liked by his teachers and classmates. He was fearless, unafraid, and impartial, and the dark wizards were feared in front of him. He changed Slytherin and changed Hogwarts

Having transmigrated into the last bloodline of the Grindelwald family, he initially wanted to live a low-key life, but was forced to bind himself to the "Underworld God System".

From then on, the style of Hogwarts completely went astray.

"Petrify everyone? That's too lame. Come and witness the power of our Zaun petrification!"

"Want to learn the Patronus Charm? First, pay protection money to the system. Avada Kedavra can turn a melon into a rainbow color for you."

Dumbledore looked at the savior, who had been turned into a "henchman," and fell into deep thought: "This kid...maybe he can form the most cowardly villain alliance in history with Tom?"

Until one day, I was cornered by the Dark Lord, and the system suddenly prompted me—"Hey buddy, there's only one guy on the other side, call for reinforcements to take him down!"

[HP Fanfiction + No Female Protagonist + Intelligence Flow + Early Behind-the-Scenes Development]

I woke up as Lysander Verrone of St. Waldemar's Orphanage.

An acceptance letter from Hogwarts? Great.

An ebony dragon heartstring wand? Not bad.

The Sorting Hat said I have Gryffindor courage burning within me? OK.

But why can I "see" things that others cannot see?

The restless dark vortex on Harry's forehead, the sticky parasitic black light on the back of Quirrell's head, the halo of holiness and curse intertwined in the unicorn's blood... and the suffocatingly huge magic field around the Philosopher's Stone!

Did Voldemort think that no one would know he was hiding under Quirrell's turban?

Is the protection level of the Philosopher's Stone perfect?

Snape's hatred was without reason?

In front of my eyes that can see through the source of magic, all secrets are exposed.

From creating his own invisibility spell to avoid the Marauder's Map, to analyzing the magical structure of the three-headed dog to resist the Killing Curse...

I quietly made arrangements behind the scenes and had a clear view of everything.

Dumbledore: This child always appears at the critical place and always gives a reasonable explanation.

Snape: ...his method of brewing potions has a disturbingly perfect insight, but unfortunately he is a stupid lion.

Harry: Lysander seems to know everything, he's practically superhuman.

When everyone was still doubting Snape or Quirrell,

I had already set my sights on the twisted black shadow behind Quirrell's head.

"Don't worry, Professor Voldemort..."

"For your resurrection ceremony, I will prepare a 'surprise' gift for you."

van, who traveled through time and space and became a descendant of Merlin: Do you know how many secrets there are in the magic world? Why can ancient runes be engraved on magic wands? Why can it enhance magic power? What is its connection with modern magic runes? Is the boundary between life and death behind the curtain of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic? Is there a secret left in its time hall that can turn back time with a time converter? Why does prophecy magic need to contact celestial bodies, why can Merlin understand the language of all animals, and why is the magic of love so powerful? Knowledge is infinite, but my life is limited! I will never allow anyone to prevent me from exploring secrets! I'm talking about you, the noseless monster! You are a mediocre person who only knows soul magic and black magic! This book is also known as: "Hogwarts: Merlin? Why do you call me ancestor?" "Hogwarts: Voldemort? He knows nothing...

---after many years---

The Purple Sweet Potato Spirit comes to Blue Star.

I thought I could be invincible on this planet, but I ended up facing a head-on blow.

A move of magic that made him feel heart-stopping came towards him, an anti-matter bomb that made him feel fatally dangerous broke through the space and fell in front of him, and a spiritual power as vast as the sea rushed into his mind.

Faced with such a scene, the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit was surprised and asked, "What's going on? Didn't it mean that there are no strong people on this planet? How could anyone be able to launch such a powerful attack?"

But as soon as these words came out, the three people who caused these attacks completely broke their defenses!

Malfoy's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, his throat was hoarse, and he trembled: "Is it very strong? If it wasn't to defeat that bastard, I would rather not be so strong!!!"

Tony's face turned pale and his face was distorted as he said, "Do you know what I've been through? You have no idea at all!"

The professor's eyes were closed tightly, his face was full of pain, but he didn't say a word.

A letter from Grandpa arrived from afar, saying there was a farm for me to inherit. So Matthew went and started planting parsnip. But what's with this owl? Hogwarts? Ah, of course, of course, I love Hogwarts' greenhouses! I'm a peaceful farming enthusiast! But, Mr. Voldemort, why are you stepping on my land?

"How does it feel to be given the name Rozier?" "Get lost!" "How can you be so heartless!" "Stop with that gloating look. And can you please stop bullying those three little ones and Malfoy? You're practically ruining them!" "Tch, what do you know? You're having fun outside, while I can only find my fun at Hogwarts." These were the days these two shameless rascals spent having fun at Hogwarts.