The "Savior Training Manual," which details a life of leisure before encountering a ruthless killer, lists various activities from cooking, washing floors, and dishwashing to studying, running, and fighting. It emphasizes that persistence leads to proficiency, with occasional bursts of magical knowledge and even the acquisition of magical creature attributes upon leveling up. The manual then addresses the question: "Whose savior spends all day mopping and weeding?! Why is my skill still called 'Weeding' even though I can teleport?! Who wants the golden talent of the Exploding Tail Snail's fart?! Can't I just follow the storyline?!" The manual concludes with: "No! ...Four years later, in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Dumbledore unearths long-sealed letters. The manual outlines a training schedule: 5:00-5:30 sprint 10 laps around the neighborhood (youthful energy is amazing!) 5:30-6:00 do a handstand on one finger (what does a handstand on one finger even mean!) 6:20-7:00 weeding...

What? You're saying I'm the prophesied savior of the wizarding world? Are you sure? How about you take a look at my Ten Thousand Souls Banner before you speak? The story of an Eastern magic cultivator attending Hogwarts.

Chivalry—integrity, loyalty, honesty, keeping one's word, and fearlessness in the face of hardship—Amy is a Hufflepuff student and an insurer for Hogwarts. "Since fate has given me a second chance, why should I indulge in a life of extravagance again?" Amy is determined to teach Voldemort a lesson! The three stages of the insurance industry are all more fascinating than the last.

Travel through the ruined magic academy, the epic battlefield of blood and fire, and the doomsday scorched earth where demons wreak havoc.

When Zhang Peiran opened his eyes in the cycle of death, the bricks and stones of Hogwarts Castle were being corroded by the Dark Mark, the smoke of war in Middle-earth obscured the brilliance of the Silmarils, and the Eye of Sargeras could be seen on the broken coastline of Azeroth.

Voldemort's power was infused tenfold by the abyss. The Mordor orc army, accompanied by the fallen Maia, swept across the earth, and the Burning Legion's twisted fel warships obscured the entire starry sky.

There is no way to retreat, only hands holding the magic wand and rune sword, walking alone in every world where eternal night is approaching.

(Advance warning: This is a long and endless story with no female protagonist. It focuses on the magic system. The current planned routes are "Harry Potter World", "Lord of the Rings Middle-earth", and "Azeroth World of Warcraft".)

Li Hanzhou, a Golden Core Sword Immortal and a transfer student at Hogwarts, was mistaken for a dud from the East who couldn't even ride a broom properly.

Until the troll attacked, he blasted it away with a single finger; in the Quidditch arena, he flew through the air on his sword, so fast that the Golden Snitch threw himself into his arms.

When Voldemort, imbued with the power of resurrection, unleashed the unstoppable Avada Kedavra curse, Li Hanzhou simply pointed his fingers like a sword, slashed through the air, and shattered that desperate green light.

The entire magical world then discovered in horror—

Flying brooms are nothing but inferior magical artifacts. Spell battles are nothing but children's games.

Before my sword, even the so-called invincible Dark Lord is not worthy of making me draw my sword.