The shadow cast by two generations of Dark Lords gradually dissipated.

The White Lord (crossed out), the greatest wizard of this century, fantasized about receiving woolen socks in the headmaster's office.

Ryan Wells lived a quiet and leisurely life at Hogwarts.

With some insignificant external help, he was held in deep reverence throughout the wizarding community.

"Master Ryan! Do you have any new prophecies today?" People traveled thousands of miles from all over the world to Hogwarts in the hope of receiving a prophecy.

"Senior Ryan, what should I pay attention to today?" asked the younger students who had been helped.

"Ryan, any new prophecies?" Professor Flitwick cast a levitation spell on himself and patted his favorite student's shoulder affectionately in mid-air.

"Mr. Wells, what are your thoughts on the Ministry of Magic's future work?" asked the Daily Prophet reporter...

It's the new school year. Hermione Granger, who returned to school after summer vacation, welcomed the Muggle Studies class she had been looking forward to. The enlightened Professor Lewynter showed movies in class, but these movies... seemed to be a little wrong.

Azkaban Redemption

Sirius Black: You know some dogs are not meant to be caged, freedom shines in every strand of their fur.

Infernal Affairs

Wormtail: You undercover guys are really interesting, always meeting in the cemetery.

Snape: I'm not like you, I'm honest.

Wormtail: Give me a chance.

Snape: How can I give you a chance?

Wormtail: I had no choice before, now I want to be a good person.

Snape: Okay, tell Mad-Eye and see if he tells you to be a good person.

Wormtail: That means my death.

Snape: Excuse me, I'm from the Order of the Phoenix.

Wormtail: Who would believe that?

Memento

Bertha Jorkins: Someone has been messing with my memory. At first I just forgot the afternoon, then I started to lose track of dates and what I had for breakfast…

I wanted to visit my aunt in Albania before I lost all memory of her, and Mr. Crouch was very considerate in granting me this leave.

Crouch?

I seem to remember something, a great secret.

Danger is approaching.

Now,

who I am?

Where am I?

"Don't put all your hopes in the 'savior', let me carry the burden!" "Believe me, there is nothing to fear from Voldemort, he was never our true enemy!" Ethan Vincent, winner of the 2008 World War II Award

"Come with me."

"I'll be your teacher before you enter Hogwarts, introducing you to the vibrant wizarding world and all sorts of wizards."

"I'll teach you everything I know: potions, spells, transfiguration, even the Dark Arts."

"And if one day you grow up to be a truly great savior, then point your wand at me."

"Use all the methods I've taught you, use all you have, and kill me!"

"Do you have the guts?"

"Lily Evans and James Potter's son—"

"Harry Pott!"

In a narrow alley drenched in rain,

Severus Snape, with smooth, fresh, non-greasy black hair, holding a black umbrella, reached out his hand to the nine-year-old savior of the wizarding world, who sat on the ground, his face filled with fear and bewilderment.

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.)