On Halloween night, October 31, 1981, the Dark Lord, a mysterious figure whose name cannot be told, was defeated in Godric's Hollow, and Voldemort's power was temporarily dismantled.

But the scars of the Wizarding War were difficult to heal, and the tragic deaths of many wizards also led to the birth of many orphans, the most famous of whom was Harry Potter. In addition to Harry, many others also lost their parents, such as Molly Weasley's two-year-old nephew and the cousin of the future trio Ron Weasley - William Wordsworth Frey Osiris Scamander Prewett

(It won’t have any impact if you don’t know about Warcraft or haven’t read Harry Potter. The Warcraft part is just background and barrier-free reading.)

After defeating the Burning Legion, the Prophet Harry returned to the year when he was eleven years old.

The sudden appearance of wizards and alternative magical powers made Harry finally understand where the magic in his body came from that even the mages in Dalaran could not figure out.

Shaman prophet?

Or a wizard?

For Harry, there is actually no difference between the two. The hammer and shield are still his weapons to protect the world - maybe now he needs to add a wand.

Also, I can indeed summon the spirits of my ancestors, but why does the Hogwarts Potions Professor always want to ask my mother's spirit something?

The following conversation is excerpted from the Daily Prophet's exclusive interview with Harry Potter, the greatest wizard of the 21st century, the defeater of two generations of Dark Lords, the founder of prophetic magic and soul magic... and the founder of the modern elemental magic system:

"...What made you stand up at a young age and resolutely take on the responsibility of the entire British wizarding world?"

"I couldn't help it."

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn't help but beat them up."

"..."

Rowling travels through the world of Harry Potter and awakens to become a necromancer.

Having escaped Azkaban twice, he is famous (and infamous) in the wizarding world.

But he was hired by Hogwarts as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Dumbledore: "Letting Rowling become a professor at Hogwarts is the best decision I have ever made in my life. But Rowling, why are you sitting in my seat?"

Snape: "You are definitely the next Dark Lord. I will keep an eye on you. Wait, why did you expel me?"

Professor McGonagall: "Rowling, I've told you many times that Transfiguration can't turn your pile of skeletons into a catgirl!"

...

Many years later.

Some people call Rowling the greatest wizard in the wizarding world after Dumbledore.

Some people also say that Rowling has influenced the atmosphere of the magical world and is a sinner of the magical world!

Some even say that Rowling becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts is a disgrace to Hogwarts!

Rowling, surrounded by the Scourge, sat on the golden chair in the Hogwarts Great Hall, looking helpless:

"How did I, a prisoner of Azkaban, get hired as a professor at Hogwarts and eventually become the headmaster?"

"It can only be said that a person's fate..."

Mike looked at the white marble tomb in front of him and stroked the elder wand in his hand. After a while, Mike raised his head expressionlessly and said, "Let's begin!" A group of wizards stood neatly behind Mike. They were all wearing white robes. They all looked excited when they heard Mike's order. He began to release phantom and disappeared into twisted figures. Mike was left standing alone in front of Dumbledore's grave, stroking the elder wand in his hand. "You know, how can a mudblood like me succeed without doing some evil things? All for the greater good."

"The new book "The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts" has been released! Support is welcome!!!"

[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."

Soar into the sky with the giant dragon of the Black Forest;

learn the fairy magic in the Fairy Garden;

meet the goddess of luck at the Fountain of Good Fortune with the brave;

combine the three holy relics into one in the face of the god of death;

in a world where wizards exist, are fairy tales the fantasy of genius or embellished history?

Through the mist of history, across the boundary between this world and the next.

Avalon, please show the truth of the world to the wanderers.

…………

"My dream used to be to become a best-selling fairy tale writer in the Muggle and wizard worlds."

The reporter from the Daily Prophet raised the microphone, "What about now?"

"I have written my life into a fairy tale that I am most satisfied with... Look, whether it is Muggles or wizards, is there anyone who can refuse my story?"

The blue nine-magatama Rinnegan, with a fat, silly and cute duck god standing next to it.

Until one day, Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters surrounded Hogwarts Castle.

Our little Sith was guarding the castle gate alone.

"Tom Riddle, today you will feel what true despair is!"

"Psyduck, Freeze Ray!"

Poor Bellatrix was frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Senjutsu, Wood Release, True Thousand Hands!"

"Susanoo!"

Chen Hao stood on top of a hundred-meter-high Susanoo Buddha, looking down at the shivering Death Eaters below.

"Are you ready?"

Inside the castle.

Luna: "Sith, you're so handsome!"

Hermione: "Harry, are you sure your cousin is human?"

Ron: "Harry, a new generation of Dark Lord is born, although this guy is a bit flat!"

Ye Shu, a good-for-nothing otaku, traveled through time and space, finding himself in a mediocre modern city. With no supernatural powers, let alone superheroes, he expected to live an ordinary life. However, at the age of eleven, his life took a surprising turn. "Attention, freshmen! No student is allowed to enter the Dark Forest. This is for you, Ravenclaw Ye Shu! As a senior, you must not do anything that might lead the freshmen astray!" Dumbledore declared at the freshman welcome dinner. "A cauldron is for brewing potions, not for cooking. Ravenclaw students, especially, do not imitate your senior, Ye Shu!" Snape sternly warned the freshmen during Potions class. "Broomsticks are for riding, not for standing on them and yelling about flying. Do not imitate Ye Shu's absurd behavior!" Madam Hooch declared, broomstick in hand, addressing the freshmen. "What on earth did this senior Ye Shu do that angered everyone?" The freshmen looked at each other in bewilderment.

Times Square in 2024 was bustling with activity. Oliver, holding Hermione's hand tightly, weaved through the throng. All around, advertising screens flashed, and street performers captivated passersby.

Suddenly, Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze riveted by a giant screen. Oliver followed her gaze and saw footage from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. A familiar scene emerged: Harry's first time entering Hogwarts, the mysterious and majestic castle, and the fantastical opening ceremony.

"Oliver, look!" Hermione's eyes sparkled with excitement, and her voice rose unconsciously, "That's our world!"

Oliver smiled and squeezed her hand gently, "Yeah, I didn't expect to see it here." His thoughts drifted back to his time at Hogwarts, the days of flying on broomsticks, the novelty of learning magic spells in class, and the thrill of adventure with his friends.

People around also noticed the screen. Some stopped to watch, and occasionally a few comments could be heard.

"This movie is a classic, I love it so much." A young man exclaimed.

"That little boy must be Harry Potter. It feels so magical." A little girl held her mother's hand and stared at the screen without blinking.

Hermione listened intently, her face beaming with pride, as if she was showing Oliver her most treasured treasure.

"I really want to go back and take a look," Hermione said softly, her eyes full of nostalgia.

Traveling through the orphanage, with a golden finger for collection, I wanted to be a low-key treasure fiend and achieve the achievement of a winner in life. As a result, I unexpectedly received a letter from an owl, telling you that this is the world of Harry Potter.