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!

"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

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.

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.

Anduin Wilson, founder of tactical training, international Auror tactical training instructor and equipment supplier, Hogwarts tactical training professor, Merlin Knight First Medal winner, International Wizard Duel Tournament Champion, Wizard International authorized black wizard bounty hunter, honorary chairman of the International Alchemy Research Center.

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His students always like to call him, "the one who fought in Hogwarts", "the terrifying instructor who conducts military exercises in the school every year"...

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And his legendary story will start from the summer of 1980 when Voldemort had not disappeared.

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My name is Anduin, I live in the villa area of ​​Godric's Hollow, I don't smoke, I only drink a little, I won't insist on winning over others, and I won't create enemies that give me a headache or keep me awake at night.

However, if I really have to fight, I won't lose to anyone.

[Harry Potter Fanfiction + Magic + Wizards + Bloodline]

Centuries ago, the magical prince Merlin and King Arthur left their heritage and legacy, which included the most important dragon bloodline.

London, 1968.

9-year-old Magnus was lost on the street, but was unexpectedly chosen...

Dumbledore personally invited him to Hogwarts.

Become classmates of James Potter, Sirius and Snape.

What kind of sparks will they create?

When Voldemort strikes, what will Magnus do?

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ps: If you like HP fan fiction, don’t miss it. It is updated steadily, so stay tuned.

The rating is low at the start, don't be scared away! I solemnly swear, this is a divine herb, not poison. Transmigrating to the HP world, Luke awakens the Magic Chef System, harvesting emotional points with delicious food to exchange for rewards.

As for learning magic at Hogwarts? Sorry, you can freely exchange for spell learning speed, potion-making skills, and alchemy experience. With a system, you can really do whatever you want.

Thus, the teachers and students of Hogwarts witnessed the terrifyingly strong yet seemingly unorthodox freshman Luke.

[Congratulations, host! Your Magic Hawthorn Candy Balls have successfully garnered 1000 positive emotion points, easily earning you the Beginner Transformation talent!]

Minerva McGonagall: Didn't the principal say you weren't good at it? You learned it in the time it takes me to twist my hip?

[Congratulations, host! Your magically spicy hot pot has successfully garnered 10,000 positive emotion points, instantly transforming you into a fire god in half an hour!]

Dumbledore: To be able to perform such a move with just a slight glance at my notes... perhaps he's more suited to it than Harry...

[Congratulations, host! Your Magic Lamb Skewers and Lamb Kidneys have successfully garnered 10,000 negative emotion points. You can claim the Dark Lord's Three-Piece Set without any side effects.]

Voldemort: You're just a little wizard from Badger Hill, why aren't you doing your job properly and learning dark magic? Don't I have any dignity?

...

When everyone's stomachs took the shape of Luke's, his magical talent and strength skyrocketed. A chef? Call him the God of Cookery!

The Death Eater was stunned: Oh my god! Run!

He is the real demon king!

Who has ever seen someone catch Avada Kedavra with a spatula?

Traveling back in time as the son of a British duke, but being born into a magical world with oriental blood?

Alex Winston, a soul born from the womb, opened his eyes in the warm swaddling clothes of a Muggle noble. Gifted? No, incredibly gifted! He casts spells effortlessly, turns potions to gold, whispers with magical creatures, and even... kidnaps a phoenix as his henchman?

But the Sorting Hat's cry of "Slytherin!" The story shifts dramatically. In this Snake House, where power and ambition intertwine, Eli chooses a non-mainstream path—armed to the teeth with knowledge, becoming a demon king in the library! By the time the savior, Harry Potter, finally enrolls, Eli has already quietly grown in the shadows of Hogwarts.

Animagus is his trump card, purification and protection are his beliefs. Voldemort? Death Eaters? Dark curse? Sorry, in the face of absolute light, all are vanity! He quietly plucks the strings of fate, solely to protect the kindness in his heart - this time, neither the white-bearded old headmaster nor the awkward Potions Professor can be left behind!

[Invincible Flow + Academic Flow + Behind-the-scenes Flow] [The Light of the Snake Courtyard Rewrites the Ending] [The Legend of the Phoenix and the Animagus]

This is the first novel by a novice author. There are some personal settings, please don't mind! Please be lenient and be gentle with your criticism! ^_^

[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.

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"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!"