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.

What? You're saying I'm the prophesied savior of the wizarding world? Are you sure? How about you take a look at my Ten Thousand Souls Banner before you speak? The story of an Eastern magic cultivator attending Hogwarts.

[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."

Gawain White once dreamed of attending a prestigious university and eventually becoming a respected barrister. That was until his eleventh birthday, when he had a strange dream and, in a desperate attempt to utter his name, uttered it. Possessing a gift for controlling time (a pseudo-gift), he discovered that his wizarding path seemed... quite problematic. "Trust me, Harry. True wizards like us should stand clear of our enemies, sweeping them away with a torrential downpour of spells." — Gawain White, the Millennial Witcher, founder of the White School of Rapier, returnee from the Shadow Realm, Knight First Class of the Order of Merlin, and White Knight. "Gawain, I understand, but could you please sheathe your wrist blades first?" — Harry Potter. If you think "The White Knight of Hogwarts" is good, please recommend it to your friends on QQ and Weibo!

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...

Two armies faced off, dragons danced wildly. This was a war between the living and the dead, a contest of life and death, a divine duel between the Cold God and the Red God, a song of ice and fire. Harry Potter, rising above the crowd, arrived at the battlefront: "Ten years of bitter fighting have finally brought us to this day." "Brave men bid farewell to their loved ones, raging with rage as they spill the blood of their enemies... and we, our names will live forever!" "Our fame will inspire future generations of heroes!" With these words, Harry, filled with rage, drew his flaming sword, turned, and roared: "Night King, stand forth!!!"... After years of battle in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, Harry returned to his loyal Britain, armed with the King Training System. Hagrid brought a message: In the Scottish Highlands, our home, at the world's greatest school of magic, Hogwarts, your name has already been written in the acceptance book. "So I'm a wizard..."

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.

At first, Aiden Winchester thought he had simply been transported to another world filled with malevolent spirits. However, an acceptance letter from Hogwarts changed his life as a witch hunter. He never imagined that he, who had always only hunted witches, would be accepted into a wizarding school. Witch hunter? Wizard? These two identities didn't conflict at all. Aiden, twirling his Kurdish demon-slaying blade, stood at the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Since dark wizards all came from Slytherin, why not start there! This book is also known as: *Three Sentences That Made the Headmaster Pay Me Ten Thousand Galleons*, *I Really Didn't Want to Be a Wizard*, and *Exorcising Voldemort Is Also Exorcism*.

(The main text has been completed, and the movie-watching extra is being written)

Please don't mind this weird introduction.

After Bai'e and the pioneers offered the "Negative World" fire at the center of the Creation Vortex, his vision went black. When he woke up again, he found that he and his deceased Golden People companions had traveled to a strange world and shrunk to the size of a 10-year-old child!

As for why, just assume it was Aha who did it.

Dumbledore: Savior? Interesting.

Wan Die: Did I say to annihilate Wan Bang Nier Doron? HKS!

Na Ke Xia: Magic↗↘Skills↘!

Bai'e: Harry, why do birds fly?

Harry: ?

Voldemort: Don't come over here!

Xiadie: (smiles slightly)