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.

"Professor Dumbledore, have you ever seen Hogwarts at four in the morning?" Russell said calmly. "From midnight to six o'clock, get six hours of sleep." "From six to eight o'clock, sweat it out in the Forbidden Forest, including but not limited to wrestling with trolls, practicing riding on unicorns, dodging centaurs' arrows, and so on." "From eight to six, be ready for a full day of study." "From six to ten, study late into the night in the library." "From ten to twelve, practice dueling skills in the Room of Requirement." This is the simple yet fulfilling day of Russell Fishthorne, the King of the Curriculum at Hogwarts.

Some people worship him. Some people hate him. Some people say he is immortal. Some people say he has already died. Some people say he seeks the truth and successfully advances magic. Some people say he is heartbroken and will become the root of wizards' demise.

In this world full of fairy tales and beauty, everyone has different opinions about him. But no matter what, everyone will admit that there is always an era that belongs to Dawn. It includes the present. Including the past. Of course, it also includes the future.

A necromancer with the title of natural disaster, because of an accident, he traveled to the world of Harry Potter.

His name is Ian, and he was an orphan in the first life, and only the stories of Harry Potter accompanied him in his childhood.

In the second life, he is a necromancer that everyone fears.

When he comes to Hogwarts, where will the fate of this world go…

After many years:

Voldemort: Me? Dark Lord? Don’t talk nonsense! Be careful, I will sue you for spreading rumors!

Dumbledore: Ian is the patron saint of the wizarding world!

Grindelwald: It was Ian who made the wizard great again!

This book and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.

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?]

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...

"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

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.

In the wizarding world, magic only erupts when one is about to turn eleven. Rhine was ready to lie down when he just received the Hogwarts admission letter, until...

[Congratulations to the host for joining the Chan Sect, the Honghuang human connection system is officially bound]

Rhine: "This is Harry Potter, system, are you crazy?"

[Main quest: Make friends, participate in the Battle of the Gods and survive]

Rhine: "I repeat, this is Harry Potter. I'm going to take my head to participate in the Conferred God Battle?"

[In front of you is Yuan Hong, the leader of the Seven Monsters of Meishan. He is a natural species, more than eight feet tall, holding a water and fire stick.]

[Make friends with Yuan Hong to gain the talent - Iron Skin and Iron Bones.] Invulnerable to swords and guns, immune to water and fire, and can extend your life by a hundred years. 】

Rhine fell silent as he looked at the half-blood giant Hagrid in front of him.

"Okay, this is the primitive world, right?"

"I just want to ask, are you authentic?"