On a sunny afternoon, Kyle finally received the admission notice he had been longing for, and came to Hogwarts, a prestigious school with a thousand years of history.

Here, Kyle has a very fulfilling life. Apart from studying every day, he also uses his spare time to grow a la carte, grow some flowers, or go to the dark underground secret room to give psychological counseling to a small animal that has been abandoned for thousands of years. .

Dumbledore: Kyle is a good boy who is upright, brave, kind and sincere.

Professor McGonagall: The principal is right, Kyle never breaks the school rules.

Snape: Ah yes yes yes...

Quirrell thought so too, but one day, he pushed open the trap door and jumped into a room full of biting kale...

My dear grandpa is actually a werewolf, the truth behind the Philosopher's Stone, and the back-up man behind the four founders.

None of this prevents Loren from being a bastard, having fun with Seamus, exchanging experiences with the twins, and explaining the weirdness of Quidditch...

This is a story about hanging out at Hogwarts.

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First Transfiguration Lesson

Loren: Look at that cat above, it looks so easy to touch.

Hermione: Heartbeat, in short, it is heartbeat.

five minutes later

Hermione: Loren! ! !

(PS: The three little ones are the same age, they don’t follow the main line of the original work, they don’t have a system, and they try their best not to be OOC.)

Dementors are evil magical creatures that have no facial features and can only distinguish living people by smell and the emotions floating in the air.

Wherever they go, all happiness will disappear, leaving only the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Legend has it that under the hood of the Dementor there is a face that can devour souls...

"That's the theory."

Cohen Norton did not deny this.

"But this doesn't affect my desire to be a good person. No, it's weird."

As he said that, Cohen licked the lollipop in his hand and turned a blind eye to the child next to him who was crying because the candy Cohen's brother gave him suddenly disappeared.

[Ding! Goodwill value +1, sin value +1]

[Note: Giving candy first and then snatching it is immoral and you will be condemned by your conscience]

(This is a story about a funny person who travels through time to the magical world, becomes a subject of some evil black magic experiment and grows up positively and healthily - just listen to it seriously)

- The following is an incomplete introduction -

"What is this, Tom Riddle's diary? There's a soul in it, take a sip."

"What is this, Slytherin's locket? Pry it open and take a sip like an oyster."

"What is this, Hufflepuff's cup? Add some milk tea and take a sip."

...

"What is this, Harry Potter? You smell good, bro, sip--"

"Cohen, don't come over here!"

This book will introduce: the son of a Squib, a pure-blood misfit, a master of inner sarcasm, Hogwarts’ duel maniac, the boxing champion of the wizarding world—Sean Bulstrode and his never-ending daily duels.

Dylan: "Voldemort, I just mastered the highest level of Unforgivable Curses. Please believe me, I am really a good kid. Just look at what I did in school!"

Professor McGonagall: "You mean the one where you defeated an entire gathering of Death Eaters with a hundred dementors a second, and the one where you were able to hang out with a bunch of Dementors and control them at will?"

Dylan: "No, I mean, there's not a single book in the library that I haven't read! I have full marks in all my courses, including magic! Even Voldemort was defeated by me using the Unforgivable Curses."

Professor McGonagall: "Yes, that's right. That group of cultists even want to nominate you as the new Dark Lord!"

Dylan: "Oh my god, professor, isn't this easy to solve? I can kill all these Death Eaters with an Avatar, and no one will want me to be the Dark Lord!"

Egger Morriss.

Translation: Poisoned eggs.

The amused young man who was seriously ill in bed last life was reborn into the world in the Harry Potter stories in his memory.

For the coming darkness and the strange and unpredictable magical world, Iger is like a wild dog that has been let loose.

Author: Why don’t you follow the plot?

Iger: The plot? Is the plot none of my business? I want to be happy!

Voldemort: You are very talented, I allow you to be my servant!

Iger: That’s not how the valet is charged… My friend, have you heard of Amway?

Voldemort: ? ? ?

Snape: I swear, Mr Morriss, if I find out you’re using a cauldron to cook hot pot again, I can’t guarantee that my wolf’s poison potion will drip into your cauldron if you’re not paying attention.

Iger: Once upon a time, there was a little witch from Muggle, she had a pair of green eyes…

Snape: Don’t challenge my bottom line!

Iger: Don’t challenge my scumbag!

This is an unorthodox magical world, Hogwarts with a clear style of painting, be careful!

[Harry Potter and the Hedgehog House + Lighthearted Happy Ending + Somewhat Satisfying + Family Bond with Stalin + No Romance + Some Deviations from the Original Story and Minor Timeline Adjustments for Minor Events + Apologies for Any Out-of-Character Errors + GGAD!]

This is an abstract fairy tale that requires a little imagination and a bit of brainpower.

[This might be a food article (perhaps)]

When the savior is too calm, the entire magical world is thrown into chaos!

Harry Potter was sorted into Hufflepuff, and everyone thought the Sorting Hat had gone senile.

Wait a minute, this seemingly leisurely boy seems... a bit off.

In first grade, he slept nestled in the arms of the three-headed dog that guarded the Philosopher's Stone.

In his second year, he kept the Basilisk in the Forbidden Forest and used Voldemort's diary as a pillow.

In third grade, he gave chocolates to Dementors on the train, and a snow fell on Black Lake at the end of summer, freezing everything in its path.

...

In this world filled with screams, intrigue, and magic, the capybara-like Ha uses his unique Buddhist philosophy to prove:

Sometimes, the best magic is to lie down and hand out snacks to everyone.

Of course, impolite people only deserve to eat big sinuses.

[Lighthearted and hilarious | Everyone's heartwarming | The art style of Hogwarts is gradually going astray]

Interview: Professor Snape, as Harry's guardian, what are your thoughts on him?

Si: Huh? That little brat is always causing trouble! But his cooking is pretty good though.

...

A few bonus chapters will be randomly included. The main story blends wonderful school days with the vibrant summer vacation! A highly praised bedtime read, offering a sense of tranquility and peace to your inner world.

Stable updates, let's see how it goes?

[This is a lighthearted story; the protagonist has no morals or limits.]

Having transmigrated to the Harry Potter world, Charlie White is bound to the [Tyrant System].

By engaging in tyrannical behavior, you can earn Tyrannical Points and draw prizes infinitely!

While Hermione was studying her textbooks in the library.

[Ding! His Majesty's sleeping posture in class is practically a reincarnation of Hu Hai, perfectly embodying the behavior of a tyrannical ruler who "neglects state affairs"! Reward: Tyrannical Ruler Points +100!]

While Harry and Ron were training hard for Quidditch.

[Ding! His Majesty has been extravagant, purchasing all the desserts in Diagon Alley, in line with the behavior of a "tyrannical and hedonistic" ruler! Reward: Tyrant Points +500!]

Charlie casually did a ten-pull!

[Congratulations, Your Majesty, on obtaining: Animagus (Selectable Form)! +1 Free Talent Point, +1000 Proficiency in Fiendfire...]

Dumbledore: "Mr. White is the most gifted student I've ever seen, but unfortunately he just doesn't like to study..."

Voldemort: "Why? He learned the dark magic I painstakingly studied just by yawning?!"

Charlie lay on the sofa and sighed helplessly, "I don't want to either, but the system is giving me too much!"

Are you afraid of firearms that can shoot magic? What? You're not scared of those little squirt guns that only shoot "Aguamenti" and take three minutes to reload after one use? Oh, my dear customer, I'm not talking about those children's toys. I'm talking about the new big toys only big kids can use!

Please look this way:

Expelliarmus Colt! Its immense power guarantees equality for all; even Voldemort would drop his wand if hit!

Stupefy Gatling! Three thousand six hundred rounds per breath—no one can stand for more than a second under its firing muzzle!

Confringo Remington! Even Gringotts' vault door can be blown open with a single shot!