"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

Low-key development in the early stages, decisive killing in the later stages. Focusing on improving strength, not getting involved in trouble. No parents are dead, no pretense of being humiliated.

The lying young man Zhang Xiaofan was fused into the spirit of the artifact by the artifact that smashed through the dimension, and was reborn in a wizard world.

After awakening, Zhang Xiaofan started as a knight and then practiced the wizard system.

Achieve strength, discover strength; achieve greatness, discover greatness. The world gradually unveils its veil to him, pushing him to discover the truth of the world step by step.

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.

(Luna started school a year early)

Reborn in the HP world, Ethan White possesses a special ability.

Received acceptance letter → [Magic Resistance +1]

Touch the Old Ghost → [Spirit +1]

Touch Peeves...

A few years later

Harry: "Ethan is our best friend. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been able to pass Snape's exam."

Ron: "Harry's right!"

Hermione Granger: Actually, I don't know much about him, but I've recently been wondering whether he prefers house-elves or magical creatures in the wild.

Minerva McGonagall: "He is incredibly gifted, brave and upright, and I'm so glad I had him here.

Snape: I hate him.

Voldemort returned from his adventure: "No! Ethan White is the most evil being! I must see Dumbledore immediately! Dumbledore! I am Tom!"

Ethan White himself: "I personally strongly protest against Mr. Tom Riddle's accusations. In fact, I have always wanted to find him to clarify some misunderstandings. Unfortunately, Mr. Tom has always avoided me... By the way, where did you see him just now?"

【Taste buds bloom potion】 [A potion made of moonflower petals, Billy Wigg insect sting stinger juice and fire ash snake eggshells as the main ingredients, which can stimulate the existing flavor to the extreme, and excessive intake will cause convulsions and convulsions all over the body for up to an hour] Luke De Vere is quite satisfied with this pot of potion, and today's eight-eyed giant spider dragon's rest risotto must sell quickly. …… This is the legendary story of being able to see the introduction of everything and eventually becoming a potion master. But the problem now is that Professor Sprout wonders why I can grow herbs 100% alive, Professor Snape wonders why I can make a near-perfect potion, and Professor Trelawney doesn't understand why all my predictions come true...... Every professor wants to communicate with me after class, but I just want to go to the Room to make myself a Thunderbird Storm special. This book is again...

Edward Bedwell, who traveled to the wizarding world of Hogwarts, found himself a descendant of one of the Arthurian Knights of the Round Table. Not only that, but as long as he abides by the knightly virtues, he can gain the corresponding power. Humility and restraint allow him to be absolutely focused. Treating people with sincerity allows him to distinguish between truth and falsehood. The Weak can make him perceive all things. ...... Following the ancient knightly virtues, inheriting the will of his ancestors, studying the "Handbook of Magical Knights", Edward, who entered Hogwarts to study, practiced his own knighthood at all times. He was humble, sincere, and compassionate, and was well liked by his teachers and classmates. He was fearless, unafraid, and impartial, and the dark wizards were feared in front of him. He changed Slytherin and changed Hogwarts

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?"

He was at Hogwarts, and had just become a Half-Blood Prince.

[Parent-generation; multiple female protagonists; no system]

…

In 1976, 16-year-old Severus Snape welcomed a new life.

That year, Voldemort had not yet split his soul into seven pieces.

That year, Nagini was still hiding in the forests of Albania.

That year, Pandora was still doing wonderful experiments at Hogwarts.

That year, Ms. Rosmerta was in her prime and very graceful.

That year, Snape decided to experience this wonderful world.

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.