As a time traveler from the Harry Potter universe, Vilan Costa always considered himself lucky. This was because in the timeline he traveled to, the infamous Voldemort had just reached the pinnacle of his power when he was assassinated by an unknown powerful wizard. He and Harry enrolled at Hogwarts at the same time, studying together in Gryffindor House. Harry lacked the lightning-shaped scar and the reputation of a savior, but he had both parents and a happy family. Vilan spent his first three years at Hogwarts uneventfully, until the summer vacation of his third year, when everything changed. His right eye developed a problem. After several days of unsuccessful treatment, it gained a unique ability—in short, it could accurately detect tiny marks on objects...

"Excuse me, Professor Snape, why do they all call you a slave?"

"I didn't know. He said he could help me revive, so I joined him."

"Then why are you, Principal Deng..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not the principal anymore."

"Then Mr. Fu, could you briefly describe the reasons for your failure?"

The old man without a nose took a deep puff of cigarette and said

"I still remember that day when we happily gathered a group of people to surround Hogwarts..."

"Then what?"

"Then we were surrounded. There was no way out. People were flying in the air, running on the ground, and swimming in the water. They were afraid we would escape."

"Can't you beat him?"

"Do you believe I can take on a thousand people?"

"Then why did it fail?"

“I can’t pick ten thousand…”

When facing the interview, Levi insisted that he did not engage in a group fight, but was just a normal duel between wizards.

"Come with me."

"I'll be your teacher before you enter Hogwarts, introducing you to the vibrant wizarding world and all sorts of wizards."

"I'll teach you everything I know: potions, spells, transfiguration, even the Dark Arts."

"And if one day you grow up to be a truly great savior, then point your wand at me."

"Use all the methods I've taught you, use all you have, and kill me!"

"Do you have the guts?"

"Lily Evans and James Potter's son—"

"Harry Pott!"

In a narrow alley drenched in rain,

Severus Snape, with smooth, fresh, non-greasy black hair, holding a black umbrella, reached out his hand to the nine-year-old savior of the wizarding world, who sat on the ground, his face filled with fear and bewilderment.

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.

[HP fan fiction + no system + slow to warm up + funny and weird + single female protagonist]

Neos lost his soul during the journey through time. He was smart and made a new body for himself. Although it has no soul, it is enough!

———

Dumbledore: What is this?

Neos: A demon, what else can it be?

Dumbledore: Huh?

———

Snape: You must stop using the power of the demon!

Neos: But... we... are wizards...

Snape: What's wrong with wizards?

Neos: Of course wizards have to play with demons. They can't go to angels or people from the church, right?

———

Harry: Neos! Azazel used strange magic on me again!

Neos: Didn't you say you wanted Snape not to target you?

Harry: There's no need to turn me into a girl!

Ron: Yes, just turn Harry into a girl in the potions class.

Hermione: Hurry up! Class is about to start!

———

Azazel: If the sacrifice this time is still a pig's trotter or a pinkie, don't blame me for being passive.

Neos: Here, piglets.

Azazel: Asshole! I've had enough! Why is it always these things?

Half an hour later Azazel: The piglets are delicious.

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?]