Sylby Krios's childhood was filled with cold metal and endless criticism. He always wanted to escape from this home. After secretly learning the family craft, he finally received a letter to Hogwarts.

"The Days of Child Labor in the Wizarding World"

“It’s not some animal translator.”

"My roommate is the future Dark Lord"

"Magic wands know not to do things they don't like."

"The thing that is wrong with cutting is definitely not the cake"

"Is it wrong for workers to be saviors?"

[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."

"..."

From Hogwarts to Strixhaven,

From the castle of Magic High School, step into the hall of Magic University.

Please witness the greatest magic show!

A grand tribute to elemental magic presented to you by Ivy Doom!

PS: The protagonist comes from Hogwarts Legacy, has completed the first three years of the journey, and has killed the dragon Smaug with the Hobbits. The Goblet of Fire is in progress, and the next world is Strixhaven.

As a survivor of the war, Roger is learning magic just to survive.

Nicolas Flamel: "Then I will teach you how to make the Philosopher's Stone and brew the Elixir of Life, okay?"

"No, no, it's called immortality, but after hundreds of years, the body will decay and suffer endlessly. Can this be called immortality?" Roger shook his head.

Voldemort: "I will teach you the method of Horcruxes, which can be divided into seven parts and reborn after death. How about it?"

"If you don't want to learn, you will be incomplete if your soul is cut. Even if you seem to be reborn, the Ship of Theseus, which has lost its continuity, is no longer the me I once was?"

Dumbledore: "Death is not the end, but a new great adventure. I will teach you..."

Before he finished speaking, Roger interrupted: "When there is still hope, choosing death is nothing more than admitting defeat and escaping from this world. Without hope, how is it different from real death? Don't learn!"

Grindelwald: "I will teach you the art of prophecy, anticipate the enemy's moves, grasp the tide of the times, lead wizards to greatness again, and then gather the power of all wizards to support you and prolong your life. How about it?"

Roger, who is also a prophet like him, thought about it seriously, and finally shook his head. "Just as I am now above this era, there are always talented people in every generation, and the world is vast and boundless. No matter how powerful I am, there will always be more powerful beings standing in front of me in the future. No one is always invincible, and no one is really invincible. Being too deeply involved with all living beings is not the way to eternity."

Rejecting the teachings of the last elder, Roger Virgil looked into the starry sky: "...There is no way in the world, it seems that I can only open one myself."

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.

Ye Shu, a good-for-nothing otaku, traveled through time and space, finding himself in a mediocre modern city. With no supernatural powers, let alone superheroes, he expected to live an ordinary life. However, at the age of eleven, his life took a surprising turn. "Attention, freshmen! No student is allowed to enter the Dark Forest. This is for you, Ravenclaw Ye Shu! As a senior, you must not do anything that might lead the freshmen astray!" Dumbledore declared at the freshman welcome dinner. "A cauldron is for brewing potions, not for cooking. Ravenclaw students, especially, do not imitate your senior, Ye Shu!" Snape sternly warned the freshmen during Potions class. "Broomsticks are for riding, not for standing on them and yelling about flying. Do not imitate Ye Shu's absurd behavior!" Madam Hooch declared, broomstick in hand, addressing the freshmen. "What on earth did this senior Ye Shu do that angered everyone?" The freshmen looked at each other in bewilderment.

Why did I transmigrate into this guy's body?!

Snap snap snap~

The angry boy raised his hands and slapped himself until his head looked like a pig's.

"Excellent work, reward me!"

A voice echoed in his mind, interrupting the pig-headed boy's chaotic thoughts.

You have received a reward of 666 Galleons from the system.

And in that Diagon Alley, a boy grasped his first magic wand...

"Wow! This thing is interesting!"

[You have received a Wizard Duel Gift Pack as a reward from the System Master]

[Bloodline Awakening: The Knight King's Legacy Technique - Excalibur*1]

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A casual, appreciative system master

A manual left behind by an adventurer who grilled a phoenix.

An ancient secret, its traces erased by time.

When the stone pillar that sealed history crumbled, demons symbolizing destruction emerged from hell.

In Hogwarts, the Knights of Conquest donned ferocious heavy armor and charged straight forward, their feet treading on blood and fire.

This is a not-so-serious, but still very serious, Harry Potter fanfiction.

Welcome to the world of magic!

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."

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...