[Slow-heat layout flow] + [Growth without system] + [Combination of Eastern and Western world cultivation] + [Do not enter unless you like it]

Ever since he lost his beloved pet Nagini, Mr. Voldemort felt that everything was going wrong for him. Looking at the servants kneeling on the ground and crying, the Great Demon roared in his heart that he would make the bastard who stole his pet pay with his life.

A thief who was flirting with Furong and laughing at Zhang Qiu's disastrous defeat in the Quidditch match yawned repeatedly: "Which bastard cursed me behind my back!"

PS: This article is a general logic article. The protagonist relies on the Eastern practice system to surpass Voldemort. Otherwise, even if Hermione is talented, she will be beaten by the Death Eaters. Through planning and cultivating your own power, you will start to grow in the middle stage and dominate the world in the later stage.

(It won’t have any impact if you don’t know about Warcraft or haven’t read Harry Potter. The Warcraft part is just background and barrier-free reading.)

After defeating the Burning Legion, the Prophet Harry returned to the year when he was eleven years old.

The sudden appearance of wizards and alternative magical powers made Harry finally understand where the magic in his body came from that even the mages in Dalaran could not figure out.

Shaman prophet?

Or a wizard?

For Harry, there is actually no difference between the two. The hammer and shield are still his weapons to protect the world - maybe now he needs to add a wand.

Also, I can indeed summon the spirits of my ancestors, but why does the Hogwarts Potions Professor always want to ask my mother's spirit something?

The following conversation is excerpted from the Daily Prophet's exclusive interview with Harry Potter, the greatest wizard of the 21st century, the defeater of two generations of Dark Lords, the founder of prophetic magic and soul magic... and the founder of the modern elemental magic system:

"...What made you stand up at a young age and resolutely take on the responsibility of the entire British wizarding world?"

"I couldn't help it."

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn't help but beat them up."

"..."

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.

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.

“I’ve gone through a lot of hardships and hardships to sit in the bright classrooms of Hogwarts.”

Anton’s eyes were blurred, as if he recalled something bad.

“So, Dean Snape, how could I go to Forbidden Forest to kill spiders in the middle of the night? This is a groundless accusation!”

Anton grabbed the collar of the magic robe tightly to avoid revealing the blood-stained shirt inside, and said loudly, “I’m innocent!”

van, who traveled through time and space and became a descendant of Merlin: Do you know how many secrets there are in the magic world? Why can ancient runes be engraved on magic wands? Why can it enhance magic power? What is its connection with modern magic runes? Is the boundary between life and death behind the curtain of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic? Is there a secret left in its time hall that can turn back time with a time converter? Why does prophecy magic need to contact celestial bodies, why can Merlin understand the language of all animals, and why is the magic of love so powerful? Knowledge is infinite, but my life is limited! I will never allow anyone to prevent me from exploring secrets! I'm talking about you, the noseless monster! You are a mediocre person who only knows soul magic and black magic! This book is also known as: "Hogwarts: Merlin? Why do you call me ancestor?" "Hogwarts: Voldemort? He knows nothing...

[The setting is quite different from the original work, so those who study the text suggest clicking the cross immediately]

[I just imagine a free and easy life in the magic world, without too much hatred, conspiracy and intrigue (?)]

God of Time Travel: "I'll give you a chance to travel back to 1991."

Jack: “Cool~~~”

God of Crossing: "Give you extraordinary power."

Jack: "Handsome! Handsome! Handsome!"

The God of Time Travel: "How cool!"

Jack: "Then I should be able to be the best and do whatever I want, right?"

God of Transmigration: "Ahem..."

Jack: "Hogwarts acceptance letter? Wizarding world? Magic?"

A smile appeared on his face subconsciously.

"That's even better! Now I can can starfish!"

God of Transmigration: “???????”

Jack: "Wuhu~~~

With the glory of mankind, we will create a starry paradise!

Voldemort, times have changed!

Eat my neutrons and kill me!"

[As a Hufflepuff, it makes sense that I like canning starfish! 】

[How could I, who am obsessed with building a Star Ocean Community, be the Dark Lord? ]

[The history of wizards can only be described with one simple and crude word: failure

Now, I will define success myself! 】

[The era of Muggles has ended, the future of the universe belongs to wizards, this is the dawn of the era of magic! ]

[All great works require sacrifice to be created. Other beings may not understand, but they must obey! ]

[The introduction is pure nonsense. How can there be such an exaggerated plot? Don’t you think so? (Funny)]

[The female lead is tentatively Hermione. If the protagonist becomes a mechanical synthetic human and Kunkun is gone, ah... um... well...]

The story features only one female protagonist, Hermione, with a slow romance and a few minor quirks, and a lot of private plotting. Years later, facing the outstretched hand, this familiar scene reminded Abel Weasley of the night he rode his dragon out of Gringotts. Abel still vividly remembered the socially anxious old man he had known for only one day. He had given him the ability to use magic, and his dreams. Looking at the people around him, Abel recalled many people, and the words Dumbledore had said to him that night: "Abel, many years from now, will you regret picking up that wand?" Abel still remembered his own answer. Glancing at the crowd one last time, he grasped the hand's wrist. "My story ends here. Please continue on for us."