Luca traveled through Hogwarts, obtained the liver skill system, and began an endless daily liver skill training.

"What? Your magic is very strong. Give me two months to finish it."

"What? You have a strong learning ability. Give me two months to finish it."

Luca said, I know you are strong, but I am a hard worker.

[HP Fanfiction + No Female Protagonist + Intelligence Flow + Early Behind-the-Scenes Development]

I woke up as Lysander Verrone of St. Waldemar's Orphanage.

An acceptance letter from Hogwarts? Great.

An ebony dragon heartstring wand? Not bad.

The Sorting Hat said I have Gryffindor courage burning within me? OK.

But why can I "see" things that others cannot see?

The restless dark vortex on Harry's forehead, the sticky parasitic black light on the back of Quirrell's head, the halo of holiness and curse intertwined in the unicorn's blood... and the suffocatingly huge magic field around the Philosopher's Stone!

Did Voldemort think that no one would know he was hiding under Quirrell's turban?

Is the protection level of the Philosopher's Stone perfect?

Snape's hatred was without reason?

In front of my eyes that can see through the source of magic, all secrets are exposed.

From creating his own invisibility spell to avoid the Marauder's Map, to analyzing the magical structure of the three-headed dog to resist the Killing Curse...

I quietly made arrangements behind the scenes and had a clear view of everything.

Dumbledore: This child always appears at the critical place and always gives a reasonable explanation.

Snape: ...his method of brewing potions has a disturbingly perfect insight, but unfortunately he is a stupid lion.

Harry: Lysander seems to know everything, he's practically superhuman.

When everyone was still doubting Snape or Quirrell,

I had already set my sights on the twisted black shadow behind Quirrell's head.

"Don't worry, Professor Voldemort..."

"For your resurrection ceremony, I will prepare a 'surprise' gift for you."

First grade, Horatio: Headmaster, look, use this scythe of mine to hook out the soul, then lock it in this lamp and roast it with the fire.

Second grader Horatio: Principal, look at this cabbage! It can increase in value infinitely and even kill the basilisk in an instant!

Third grader Horatio: Principal, do you think this soul contract could arm the Dementors into my army of Soul Reapers?

Fourth grader Horatio: Headmaster, look, this gravity magic can pull down meteorites from outer space to strengthen Durmstrang and Beauxbatons College.

Fifth grade, Horatio: Principal, you said if I projected this mark onto the moon, everyone who saw it would be brainwashed into a believer in houttuynia cordata, and the houttuynia cordata I planted in the Forbidden Forest would sell like hotcakes.

Sixth grader Horatio: Headmaster, look! The tree that grows from this seed can convert cosmic energy into magical seeds. Then all of humanity can become wizards, mastering both technology and magic. Conquering the stars will be just around the corner!

Seventh grader Horatio: Principal, look...

Dumbledore: "Enough talk. Take out your wand. It's either you or me today."

(Updates are irregular, written for my own amusement and humor, featuring multiple female characters)

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...

---after many years---

The Purple Sweet Potato Spirit comes to Blue Star.

I thought I could be invincible on this planet, but I ended up facing a head-on blow.

A move of magic that made him feel heart-stopping came towards him, an anti-matter bomb that made him feel fatally dangerous broke through the space and fell in front of him, and a spiritual power as vast as the sea rushed into his mind.

Faced with such a scene, the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit was surprised and asked, "What's going on? Didn't it mean that there are no strong people on this planet? How could anyone be able to launch such a powerful attack?"

But as soon as these words came out, the three people who caused these attacks completely broke their defenses!

Malfoy's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, his throat was hoarse, and he trembled: "Is it very strong? If it wasn't to defeat that bastard, I would rather not be so strong!!!"

Tony's face turned pale and his face was distorted as he said, "Do you know what I've been through? You have no idea at all!"

The professor's eyes were closed tightly, his face was full of pain, but he didn't say a word.