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!"

On a frozen tundra, through the billowing steam and blinding blizzard, the shape of a colossal beast slowly emerges.

A grotesque construct seemingly cobbled together from wood and iron, devoid of any sense of beauty or design. Whether it can even move is a mystery—it’s a wonder it holds together at all.

At the front is a massive steel face locked in a twisted grin, with a red mechanical tongue lurking inside its maw.

Below, four claw-like mechanical legs—thin and bird-like—stride awkwardly through the snow, barely supporting the towering monstrosity above. Their fragility is alarming against the beast’s massive frame.

They say, deep within the fortress, a mysterious figure dwells… weaving the fate of all who live.

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?"

Gilderoy Lockhart has just become Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, and there are several uninvited guests in the office.

Dumbledore: “Minister, I have to tell you with great sadness that Moriarty Slytherin is the most hidden person in the European wizarding world!”

Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler: “Look Minister, the Hogwarts Riots, the Himalayan Avalanche, the Gringotts Heist, the World Cup Opening, the Nurmengard Bombing, the Azkaban Defection , the Durmstrang riot, these mysteries all point to one person, Moriarty Slytherin!”

Platinum noble Lucius: “On behalf of the pure blood family, I strongly request the minister to launch a wanted request for Moriarty Slytherin! Oh, my minister, don’t look at me with greedy eyes, all pure blood money is taken by Mori Artie’s gone.”

Gilderoy Lockhart showed his signature smile: “Please allow me to introduce to you my young master, the greatest wizard of all time, the master of dawn and darkness, the master of ice and thunder, the legendary god of magic, Moriarty Slytherin!”

This is the story of a little wizard who only has magic in his heart and becomes the big boss behind the scenes in the Harry Potter world.

Many of the stories of the bards are not just hearsay, but also their personal experiences.

Ino thought that he would spend his future in one fantasy story after another, until one day, he received a letter from an owl...

Albert has never had any big ambitions. He has always thought of himself as a salted fish. He was reborn and turned on the panel cheat sheet. This is the proper way to become a winner in life.

When Albert was planning to make a salted fish with a goal, the Owl sent an invitation from Hogwarts, and he realized that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter novels.

Now, Albert is considering how to be a dreamy salted fish in the magic world.

(Daily essays, fan-oriented, not dedicated to alchemy, please ignore the title of the book and see the work if you have any questions.)

Rey wakes up from a coma and travels to Faerun, becoming a remnant of the Netheril nobles. Fortunately, he has the cheat code [Simulator of the Universe].

The Dawn Catastrophe is not far away, the extinction of the family is complicated and confusing, and the turbulent times will never come back. Rey simulates and projects the universe, takes the universe as the foundation, takes the arcane as his profession, absorbs knowledge, and becomes the new God of Gods. Enter the infinite multiverse virtual sea to stir up the wind and clouds and achieve the highest.

The first copy: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft (a small amount) + Pirates of the Caribbean: completed;

the second copy: Demon Hunter (Wizard): completed;

the third copy: Middle-earth: completed;

the fourth copy: World of Warcraft: completed.

The plot is bland in the early stage, the rhythm is slow, and this is my first post, please forgive me...

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!

Ten years have passed since crossing over to the United Kingdom in 1981.

Initially, I thought I could exploit my future knowledge after being reborn in the past, achieving financial freedom before turning 30.

The result was that on the day of my 11th birthday, within my mind emerged a ‘ding’ sound.

“Myriad Realms Convenience Store has opened, requesting the store owner to accept the first mission.”

Apparently, an entirely new and unknown future is unfolding.

However, what the hell is with this Hogwarts Acceptance Letter in my mailbox? σ（°△°—）