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!

[HP fanfiction + single female protagonist + system + snake courtyard + black magic + private settings]

"My name is Tom Riddle. I was born in the Wu Orphanage and I am a wizard."

"I speak Parseltongue well, have a yew wand, phoenix feathers, 13.5 inches, and am in Slytherin."

"My favorite magic is chewing big melons."

"Huh? What did you say? I am Voldemort? Come on, I am so handsome, how could I be that noseless Tom?"

Tom, who traveled through the world of "Harry Potter", entered the wizarding world with the same name as Voldemort and a face that looked like the Dark Lord when he was a child.

Dumbledore: I suddenly feel my eyes are blurry, otherwise how could I dream of going back to 1938.

Lucius: Two masters, I can’t tell them apart. I really can’t tell them apart.

Voldemort: Who am I, where am I, and what shall I do?

Hogwarts: Huh? It turns out the Dark Lord is right next to us!

Tom: I'm really not Voldemort. This is all Noseless Tom's fault.

..........

"Let the magic world surrender to us!"

When Voldemort was madly venting his ambitions on Tom, he was met with a big bite of melon.

"Only losers are Voldemort, and I am Tom Riddle!"

Meka Anders traveled to the world of Hogwarts and activated the golden finger in his mind at the age of 11:

Inherit the knowledge, magic, mental power, and even blood of the dead wizard.

As long as you touch the objects that the deceased entrusted their thoughts to, you can form a dead and confused soul in your mind. He will repeatedly tell his wishes. When you fulfill his wishes, you can randomly obtain his legacy.

Wentworth Grindelwald, during his lifetime, had many star-studded titles:

The greatest prophet of our time, the successor of the Umrah party, the leader of the secret party, the heir of the Grindelwald family and – the third generation of the Dark Lord!

He filled London with black gauze, and the shamans reappeared in the wizarding world;

He established a secret party at Hogwarts and monopolized the magical talents of an era;

He and the second generation of the Dark Lord duel on the Rhine, nearly half of the Death Eaters fell;

He strolled under the tower of Nurmengard, and his followers greeted Gellert out of the tower;

In the direction of his wand, thousands of believers are marching forward.

Daily Prophet: It’s the worst of times, and he’s leading wizards to destruction!

The Quibbler: It’s the best of times, and he’s leading wizards to a new life!

Wentworth Grindelwald: I’m not! I don’t! Don’t talk nonsense!

(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."

"..."

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!

Many people spend their entire lives trying to find their true talents, but Seamus Finnigan's talent is undeniable. Just imagine, 30 years from now, who could stand up to me, the Demolition Man? Dumbledore? Grindelwald? Voldemort? Even Merlin would have to retreat. ...Ahem, keep a low profile. Keep a low profile.

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.

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.……

"You'd better find something to eat before dark." This was the first thing Kane heard after running away from the Dursleys. Okay, I knew I hadn't completely escaped the Famine world... but thankfully, his ability to manipulate his shadow in Famine still remained, not only saving him from starving to death after running away and being killed by invading shadow creatures at night, but also bringing him other benefits in this world. Wait... what does "for using dark magic in front of Muggles, now granted a VIP status in Azkaban" mean? Dumbledore blushed and quickly snatched the envelope from Kane's hand, replacing it with another. A Hogwarts acceptance letter, this time it's right.