Grandpa sells bombs in Knockturn Alley, and my second uncle is locked up in Azkaban!

My parents, aunts, and uncles are all poachers. What am I supposed to do after transferring schools three times?

If I don't work hard, I'll only inherit a castle, thirty thousand acres of land, two shady businesses, and a poaching team from my family. I'll be a complete failure! Nothing at all!

While others transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter fully prepared and living leisurely, the unfortunate John, upon just arriving in this magical world, was targeted by an Outer God who followed him.

Just as John resigned himself to his fate, a miraculous magic book system appeared, granting him the means to survive.

Why did the noseless plug-socket man personally eat dung fruit? Why did the Basilisk in the Lestrange Chamber desperately battle a mighty and extraordinary skeleton? Why did Peter Pettigrew frantically call for help in the middle of the night, claiming a Thunderbird and a Phoenix were chasing him?

The dazzling Solar Charm, the freely traversing Instant Movement, the indestructible Susanoo, the myriad transformations of Ignius's Profound Change, and the all-destroying Super Tier Magic – this is the birth of a legendary wizard named John Anderson!

Dali Desrong, who traveled to the world of the Lord of the mysteries, did not expect that he would return to the once warm home and the day of his eleventh birthday. When he thought that all the strange things were gone, he discovered a yellow-coated book in his birthday gift, and at the same time, a magical world slowly unfolded in front of him.……

"The first grade shot Professor Quirrell and severely injured Voldemort. The second grade killed the basilisk and destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux. The third grade teamed up with Professor Snape to kidnap Peter Pettigrew and killed him..."

Inside the Minister of Magic's room, behind the desk, a beautiful woman with fluffy brown hair was counting on her fingers and muttering to herself, while a feather pen was floating on its own, writing and drawing on a parchment scroll.

"Now that I think about it, Glenn, your school life is really colorful."

"Thanks to you, Hermione."

The black-haired man was lying on a recliner next to the desk, wearing an eye mask to block out the light. His voice was cold and flat.

"That's not bad, but as the minister's secretary, is it appropriate for you to slack off in front of me right after taking office?"

Hermione crossed her arms and looked helplessly at Glenn lying on the recliner.

"Show your enthusiasm as a killer."

"Those are things from my past life. There is nothing in the world that can threaten you now. I have retired for the time being."

The black-haired man spoke calmly, as if he was stating a fact.

"And if my house hadn't been destroyed by that Death Eater, I would have retired long ago."

Hearing this, Hermione shrugged, but she found it funny in her heart.

If Voldemort knew that he was destroyed because his men destroyed a Muggle house, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life, right?

There is no doubt that all of this stems from the day when Glenn's house was destroyed by magic.

And after that, a legendary wizard with emotional flaws, built with guns and wands, driven by protection and revenge, was born.

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?"

[Slytherin][Hermione is the only female protagonist][More rigorous: After living in another world for ten years, the protagonist barely remembers a little about Harry Potter][Not a system]

The false devil:

Gather the Saints to fight against the Muggles.

Occupy Britain and attack the school.

The real devil:

Destroy the world and cause great suffering to all living beings.

Elias traveled through time for eleven years and suddenly found out that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter and was chosen by the bloodline of the devil!

You only need to gather three of the seven deadly sins: pride, wrath, laziness, greed, envy, gluttony, and ecstasy, and the power of the devil in your blood will automatically summon the devil to possess you and destroy the world!

For the peace of the world,

From that day on, Elias knew that his idle life would be gone forever...

Adrian Wisen, who traveled to the world of Harry Potter, didn't have any big ambitions. As a professor at Hogwarts, his daily routine is to take care of children, farm, and cause trouble for the elderly headmaster. Everyone who knew Adrian Wisen also knew that he was a kind and amiable wizard. Oh, there is one important thing. Never go near those plants he grows!

The story begins. Ian thought he was just a little wizard with a bit of talent and a simple [plug-in]—as long as he worked hard, he could become stronger.

However, as time passed, he began to realize something.

The teachers guiding him in magic were either legendary powerhouses or figures straight out of myths.

*"Standing before you is the noble Apostle of the Maze, the Co-Spokesman of the Old Dead, and the heir personally chosen by the founder of Hogwarts!"*

What? The noseless monster wants to make a move?

He must have never heard of the original spell recorded on my Chocolate Frog’s Famous Wizards Collection Card!

Dumbledore: *"That spell…!"*

Dumbledore’s expression changed as Ian recited *"Call of the Guardian Spirit."*

Silver-white threads surged, intertwining and condensing until a familiar figure appeared, one that a certain professor had spent his entire life drowning in guilt over.