First grade, Horatio: Headmaster, look, use this scythe of mine to hook out the soul, then lock it in this lamp and roast it with the fire.

Second grader Horatio: Principal, look at this cabbage! It can increase in value infinitely and even kill the basilisk in an instant!

Third grader Horatio: Principal, do you think this soul contract could arm the Dementors into my army of Soul Reapers?

Fourth grader Horatio: Headmaster, look, this gravity magic can pull down meteorites from outer space to strengthen Durmstrang and Beauxbatons College.

Fifth grade, Horatio: Principal, you said if I projected this mark onto the moon, everyone who saw it would be brainwashed into a believer in houttuynia cordata, and the houttuynia cordata I planted in the Forbidden Forest would sell like hotcakes.

Sixth grader Horatio: Headmaster, look! The tree that grows from this seed can convert cosmic energy into magical seeds. Then all of humanity can become wizards, mastering both technology and magic. Conquering the stars will be just around the corner!

Seventh grader Horatio: Principal, look...

Dumbledore: "Enough talk. Take out your wand. It's either you or me today."

(Updates are irregular, written for my own amusement and humor, featuring multiple female characters)

[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!"

Others learn magic for great benefits, but Noah learns magic simply to have fun.

Thus, the aged Nicolas Flamel became a bald, muscular boxing champion, Voldemort regressed to a five-year-old child, and the entire school was forced to go clubbing on their first day of school—from then on, the art style completely collapsed! —When an alchemist's pranks become his strongest weapon, the entire magical world becomes his playground!

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!"