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!

Introduction: "The so-called nobility is not only a symbol of privilege, but also a symbol of our responsibility. Remember, my child, whenever you want to claim a privilege, you need to think about whether you have assumed the corresponding responsibility." Draco Malfoy, who is already a middle-aged mature man, touched Scorpius Malfoy's head and said to him. "But, father, grandfather told me that we are a naturally noble Malfoy family." The young Malfoy looked confused.Draco smiled slightly. "I used to think so too, until I met Luke Gaunt, a real pure-blood nobleman. The one who brought the pure-blood back to glory." ————————————Restore the pure blood to glory!It is my duty to do so! ——Luke Gunter

What’s at Hogwarts in 1991?

Harry Potter? The Philosopher’s Stone? The Golden Trio?

Or the Three-Headed Dog, Devil’s Snare, Troll…

More likely there’s Bat-like Snape, Bumblebee Dumbledore, Two-faced Quirrell, Serpentine-faced Voldemort…

And from then on, things will only get worse year by year…

“If I could choose, couldn’t I move forward another 20 years?”

Albert cried in vain and reluctantly fought his way forward, through a path full of pitfalls, in 1991’s Hogwarts.

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...

In the year 1340 of the Shire Reckoning, one year before the departure of the Lonely Mountain expedition, the Grey Wizard had yet to visit the Shire, the Dwarf King was still forging weapons in the Blue Mountains, and the dragon still slept deep within the mountain…

In that very year, a young wizard unexpectedly crossed into Middle-earth, carrying the Hogwarts Sign-in System.

Overnight, Hogwarts Castle rose from the ground, standing tall and majestic on the lands of Middle-earth; flying broomsticks streaked across the skies, becoming a unique sight in this world.

In the wild lands, the legend of a black-robed wizard began to spread silently.

He was a friend of the Elves, a bane to the Orcs, a nightmare to the Trolls, and the lifelong nemesis of the Dark Lord Sauron.

Years later, when the Dark Lord was defeated, the Elves sailed West, and the Age of Men began—Duir, who had signed in at all corners of Middle-earth, looked toward the fabled lands in the West.

[Location: Aman. Would you like to sign in?]

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.

Traveling through the orphanage, with a golden finger for collection, I wanted to be a low-key treasure fiend and achieve the achievement of a winner in life. As a result, I unexpectedly received a letter from an owl, telling you that this is the world of Harry Potter.

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?"