[This is a lighthearted story; the protagonist has no morals or limits.]

Having transmigrated to the Harry Potter world, Charlie White is bound to the [Tyrant System].

By engaging in tyrannical behavior, you can earn Tyrannical Points and draw prizes infinitely!

While Hermione was studying her textbooks in the library.

[Ding! His Majesty's sleeping posture in class is practically a reincarnation of Hu Hai, perfectly embodying the behavior of a tyrannical ruler who "neglects state affairs"! Reward: Tyrannical Ruler Points +100!]

While Harry and Ron were training hard for Quidditch.

[Ding! His Majesty has been extravagant, purchasing all the desserts in Diagon Alley, in line with the behavior of a "tyrannical and hedonistic" ruler! Reward: Tyrant Points +500!]

Charlie casually did a ten-pull!

[Congratulations, Your Majesty, on obtaining: Animagus (Selectable Form)! +1 Free Talent Point, +1000 Proficiency in Fiendfire...]

Dumbledore: "Mr. White is the most gifted student I've ever seen, but unfortunately he just doesn't like to study..."

Voldemort: "Why? He learned the dark magic I painstakingly studied just by yawning?!"

Charlie lay on the sofa and sighed helplessly, "I don't want to either, but the system is giving me too much!"

Others learn magic for great benefits, but Noah learns magic simply to have fun.

Thus, the aged Nicolas Flamel became a bald, muscular boxing champion, Voldemort regressed to a five-year-old child, and the entire school was forced to go clubbing on their first day of school—from then on, the art style completely collapsed! —When an alchemist's pranks become his strongest weapon, the entire magical world becomes his playground!

Dumbledore quickly grabbed Orion who was about to cast a spell.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Alas~ It's not appropriate to do this in broad daylight. Fiendfyre is a powerful dark magic and can't be used carelessly!"

Orion nodded and said, "I understand, Principal. We can let him go if we carry some people on our backs, right?"

[Single Female Lead], [Le Ziwen]

A time traveler who was sent into another world by a dump truck, with an unreliable grocery store system.

While eating barbecue and humming a song in his small home in the valley, the old man with a crooked nose suddenly put a wizard hat on him and said that he wanted to start school early.

Egger Morriss.

Translation: Poisoned eggs.

The amused young man who was seriously ill in bed last life was reborn into the world in the Harry Potter stories in his memory.

For the coming darkness and the strange and unpredictable magical world, Iger is like a wild dog that has been let loose.

Author: Why don’t you follow the plot?

Iger: The plot? Is the plot none of my business? I want to be happy!

Voldemort: You are very talented, I allow you to be my servant!

Iger: That’s not how the valet is charged… My friend, have you heard of Amway?

Voldemort: ? ? ?

Snape: I swear, Mr Morriss, if I find out you’re using a cauldron to cook hot pot again, I can’t guarantee that my wolf’s poison potion will drip into your cauldron if you’re not paying attention.

Iger: Once upon a time, there was a little witch from Muggle, she had a pair of green eyes…

Snape: Don’t challenge my bottom line!

Iger: Don’t challenge my scumbag!

This is an unorthodox magical world, Hogwarts with a clear style of painting, be careful!

[Single female protagonist Hermione + mainly based on the movie plot, later plot changes + system]

Kevin traveled to the world of Harry Potter and grew up in an orphanage without ever coming into contact with magic. It was not until he was 11 years old that he finally received the admission letter to Hogwarts.

Reborn, he just wants to enjoy this magical journey, but as time goes by, he can't help but get caught up in it...

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Snape: Kevin? Humph! Just a cocky brat with a bit of talent.

Dumbledore: Kevin is such a good boy who would go to great lengths to help his friends.

Voldemort: Kevin, this unethical and despicable villain! He has attacked me with a crowbar every time I die!

Dementors are evil magical creatures that have no facial features and can only distinguish living people by smell and the emotions floating in the air.

Wherever they go, all happiness will disappear, leaving only the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Legend has it that under the hood of the Dementor there is a face that can devour souls...

"That's the theory."

Cohen Norton did not deny this.

"But this doesn't affect my desire to be a good person. No, it's weird."

As he said that, Cohen licked the lollipop in his hand and turned a blind eye to the child next to him who was crying because the candy Cohen's brother gave him suddenly disappeared.

[Ding! Goodwill value +1, sin value +1]

[Note: Giving candy first and then snatching it is immoral and you will be condemned by your conscience]

(This is a story about a funny person who travels through time to the magical world, becomes a subject of some evil black magic experiment and grows up positively and healthily - just listen to it seriously)

- The following is an incomplete introduction -

"What is this, Tom Riddle's diary? There's a soul in it, take a sip."

"What is this, Slytherin's locket? Pry it open and take a sip like an oyster."

"What is this, Hufflepuff's cup? Add some milk tea and take a sip."

...

"What is this, Harry Potter? You smell good, bro, sip--"

"Cohen, don't come over here!"

Are you afraid of firearms that can shoot magic? What? You're not scared of those little squirt guns that only shoot "Aguamenti" and take three minutes to reload after one use? Oh, my dear customer, I'm not talking about those children's toys. I'm talking about the new big toys only big kids can use!

Please look this way:

Expelliarmus Colt! Its immense power guarantees equality for all; even Voldemort would drop his wand if hit!

Stupefy Gatling! Three thousand six hundred rounds per breath—no one can stand for more than a second under its firing muzzle!

Confringo Remington! Even Gringotts' vault door can be blown open with a single shot!

This book will introduce: the son of a Squib, a pure-blood misfit, a master of inner sarcasm, Hogwarts’ duel maniac, the boxing champion of the wizarding world—Sean Bulstrode and his never-ending daily duels.

Dylan: "Voldemort, I just mastered the highest level of Unforgivable Curses. Please believe me, I am really a good kid. Just look at what I did in school!"

Professor McGonagall: "You mean the one where you defeated an entire gathering of Death Eaters with a hundred dementors a second, and the one where you were able to hang out with a bunch of Dementors and control them at will?"

Dylan: "No, I mean, there's not a single book in the library that I haven't read! I have full marks in all my courses, including magic! Even Voldemort was defeated by me using the Unforgivable Curses."

Professor McGonagall: "Yes, that's right. That group of cultists even want to nominate you as the new Dark Lord!"

Dylan: "Oh my god, professor, isn't this easy to solve? I can kill all these Death Eaters with an Avatar, and no one will want me to be the Dark Lord!"