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!

【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...

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

[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?"

Low-key development in the early stages, decisive killing in the later stages. Focusing on improving strength, not getting involved in trouble. No parents are dead, no pretense of being humiliated.

The lying young man Zhang Xiaofan was fused into the spirit of the artifact by the artifact that smashed through the dimension, and was reborn in a wizard world.

After awakening, Zhang Xiaofan started as a knight and then practiced the wizard system.

Achieve strength, discover strength; achieve greatness, discover greatness. The world gradually unveils its veil to him, pushing him to discover the truth of the world step by step.

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.