With the advancement of technology muggleborns unsatisfied with their treatment in the wizarding world have slowly become a much bigger issue for those in power. This point would be driven home when one muggleborn decides to add his own spin to Kayaba Akihiko's death game, sword art online. Poor Harry's future has never looked quite so grim.

P.s I do not own Harry Potter, Sword art online, bloodborne or any othe works that may be featured in my novel

A man pulled into the multiverse by a cosmic being, and made into the physical form of his Skyrim character.

Sent into a crossover universe of Harry Potter and the MCU, follow along as the newly formed Breton tries to gain the power to break free of the cosmic being.

*Disclaimer*
I do not own the rights to MCU, Harry Potter, or Skyrim. I own nothing.

Jiang Dejun and his wife were urged back due to work. The reason needless to say was due to [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] suddenly emerging into fame.

Discovering the author Bright Moon was supposedly from Shanghai, the excitement and interest of all the publishing houses in Shanghai were naturally aroused.

Currently there were few in the industry who didn't know about the novel!

The hottest topic on the Internet right now was -"Did you read [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] today?"

The new legend of online novels! Today the number of hits on it had exceeded a million!

Just the traffic it brought in alone had almost broken the Tianya Forum servers!

...

As [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] became more and more popular on the Internet and more and more popular in reality, more and more publishers and retailers began to focus on the book. The book in their eyes was the Chinese [Harry Potter], a gold mine! And the author who hadn't appeared yet, Bright Moon was the JK Rowling of China! "

It was a pity that Bright Moon was too inconspicuous. The chapters uploaded online were almost enough to produce a book, but he still hadn't contacted a publisher yet. Unlike JK Rowling who, when she finished writing [Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone] instantly began to search everywhere for publishers, suffering through several twists and turns before she managed to successfully publish her novel.

Bright Moon still remained hiding in the dark, despite them taking the initiative and swarming him with messages and flattery.

This left the major publishing houses anxious and distraught. As the book became more and more popular, piracy had begun to appear but the author still hadn't appeared! Was he insane? This was all potential money!

The local publishers in Shanghai especially were in pain. This was like hearing the God of Wealth was at your doorstep, but you couldn't find your keys to unlock the door. 

Executives began trying to contact Tianya to find a way to contact the author and some even resorted to looking for hackers to track Jiang Cheng's address.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Jiang Cheng. After all, staying in the United States for so many years in his past life and having been in contact with future tech, he had a few tricks up his sleeve to prevent people tracking him down. He created a bunch of fake temporary emails and routed his internet connection through a bunch of VPN's. 

He was unaware but Jiang Cheng's actions killed the arrogance of those domestic hackers who usually held proud gazes, and let them deeply understand their own shortcomings as they ran head first into Microsoft's brand new PPTP VPN network. Running into it now ahead of time before it became mainstream, China's hacking underworld actually gained a boost as they developed ahead of time, indirectly driving the vigorous development of computer technology in China. And a few years later, Jiang Cheng would even profit because of this, though he didn't realize it now. 

Xu Guoqing, Chairman and the main shareholder of Southern Weekly Publishing House, was also amongst those eagerly searching for Bright Moon.

The performance of Southern Weekly had dropped so badly in the past two years that it was in need of revitalizing before it truly fell into deep trouble and it was at this time that [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] had appeared. Xu Guoqing was attracted at first sight by [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] not because he was a fan of the book, but because he saw the vast money making potential of it!

This was the kind of work that could save their publishing house. Xu Guoqing wanted it and Southern Weekly needed it!

Southern Weekly was also the publishing house where Jiang Cheng's father Jiang Dejun worked, 

It was formerly known as Southern Publishing House but Southern Weekly was one of their core magazines, having been extremely popular for some time in the 1990's and due to the brand recognition it provided they had eventually decided to rename the publishing house after it.

However despite it's fancy new name, the performance of Southern Weekly had fallen sharply, exiting it's honeymoon period as it headed for the sunset.

In Jiang Cheng's view, the main reason for the decline in Southern Weekly's performance was that it's thinking was too old. Southern Weekly mainly dealt with documentary reports, tracking current affairs at home and abroad and asking experts and scholars to give reports.
 
This was very popular in the last century, because at that time people had very little access to information, only resorting to newspapers and magazines; But now there were more and more channels of information, which were ultimately faster and cheaper. For paper media to compete would only get harder and more futile.

When people could just search for what they wanted to know without much hustle for free, why would they want to pay for your magazines and newspapers? Which were neither fast or up to date.

Even if they didn't want to go online, they could just watch those news channels. Why go and buy magazines and newspapers?

As a result, mergers were becoming more and more prevalent. There were fewer and fewer small and medium-sized publishing houses, with most either being annexed by the main titans or closing down. Those who didn't want to go bankrupt, switched to do something else. 

Southern Weekly could sustain itself up to now, thanks to the brand loyalty they had accumulated among their middle-aged and elderly customer base in their early years. But while they were fine currently they were running on a timer.

So Xu Guoqing seeing [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] becoming more and more popular became hopeful and anxious. 

But that hope soon transformed to frustration and anger when he realized that his CEO and editor-in-chief, Jiang Dejun at such a critical juncture had taken his wife to Hainan on holiday and was seemingly pulling off a second honeymoon!

"Oh, it wasn't a honeymoon, but a family trip to Hainan. So why is your son still at home?"

"The kid said he didn't want to go, so the two of you went alone. How is that not a honeymoon?"

The most excessive thing was that Jiang Dejun had been gone for almost a month, and he still hadn't come back?

Seeing that they hadn't had much work recently, he actually went and approved himself a month-long vacation. 

"Dammit, hurry and get your ass back here!"

So with that Jiang Cheng's parents reluctantly ended their second honeymoon.

Yeah, it was indeed a second honeymoon.

Though to be fair they didn't initially plan it as such, after all the trip was originally planned for the whole family but Jiang Cheng right at the end refused to go!

And since they had already paid....It would have been a waste to cancel, so they went.  After all they  rarely got so much alone time together.

The two of them enjoyed the gentle sunshine, golden sand and warm waves of Hainan and even went as far as to turn off their phones, only switching them on an hour a day.
 
So when they learned what was going on from an angry Xu Guoqing, they were stunned. 

[Stories About The Ming Dynasty] was tens of chapters deep but Bright Moon still hadn't appeared yet, was he really so generous as to let everyone read his book for free?

Publishers naturally didn't believe so, they thought that Bright Moon was fishing amongst them for the highest bid. So publishers secretly raised the price tag in their hearts, they couldn't wait for the appearance of Bright Moon.

Even Jiang Dejun, upset about his holiday, after reading [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] couldn't help admit that it was a rare book, destined to create waves. 

But then thinking of what he was missing out on, he couldn't help but feel slightly aggrieved. 

Of all the times for this Bright Moon character to appear it just had to be now huh, dammit. 

But what he didn't expect was that when he got home, he would run into the very person he was cursing.

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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Why not try my other books: Angel of Death, King of Sports and Rebirth of the Entertainment Giant

Chapter 15

Hi, My name is Jealousy

Harry had to endure many days of the silent treatment and door-slamming. In his opinion, Draco was being the childish one. He was definitely overreacting, Harry thought. What's a couple of hangouts between two adult(ish) men? It's not like he and Michelino were involved or anything, on contrary to Draco's beliefs. When Draco wasn't ignoring Harry, he would sarcastically ask, "Did it fit?" Harry would just ignore him, but after the 20th time that question was asked, it would tend to get violent in the Potter/Malfoy household (throwing of inanimate objects and such).

It was quite amusing though, coming from an outsider's point of view. But the amusement did go away after a while since the house became a war zone… so Ron and Hermione began to limit their visits. But they found themselves coming back just to see Draco's antics. He was always trying to think of something, anything just to annoy Harry and to show how angry he was although he would always insist, "I'm not jealous, Potter. What types of pasta he puts up your arse is really none of my business." If it weren't for the joy of seeing Draco squirm, Harry would've stopped this little dating-Michelino façade a while ago. As annoying as it was, Draco was just too funny for his own good. Plus, Harry was still angry at him for throwing such a fit on the day of his first modeling shoot. What horrible thing did Michelino do to Draco to have him deserve such hostile feelings? Harry swore he would get to the bottom of this.

The shoot with Michelino had been successful and so many witches, young and old, insisted that more pictures were to be printed of these two good looking wizards. So of course, there was a repeat since it had become such a hit. They were now the new "It couple" and the demand for more photoshoots was ridiculous. Harry didn't mind but it pissed Draco off to an extent. But he couldn't help but tag along and watch Harry and Michelino do their work.

"Why don't they just put out a sex tape?" Draco hissed to one of the people during the shoot. Being a Wizard, he obviously wasn't too familiar about recording tapes since it was a Muggle thing. But he remembered hearing about some scandal in the Muggle world involving a "sex tape" so he thought it would be fitting to bring it up. "Maybe they can put it online!" Like he knew what "online" even meant, but he just wanted to sound smart. "And people can Google it!" Yet again… he had no idea what the hell he was talking about. But due to his rage, he really couldn't help but just ramble.

People would just smile and nod since they really didn't know how to react to this. How do you act in the presence of a disgruntled model?

After a shoot, Harry approached Draco hesitantly as if the blonde happened to be a bomb that would explode at any second. Draco greeted the other boy with an icy glare.

"You are very distracting," Harry mumbled as he grabbed a water bottle from one of the tables.

Draco buffed his nails on his shirt, then held them out for examination. "I try," he said simply, then picked up some eyeliner. He usually would put on eyeliner when he was irritated.

"Well, stop it!" Harry hissed. "It's not exactly helping me. You know, Malfoy. You're being very immature about this whole thing."

Looking affronted, Draco stopped (in mid-eyeline) and whipped his head to look at the boy, "Immature?" he repeated with a snort. "You're the one gallivanting off with Spaghetti Boy knowing exactly how I feel about the whole damn thing. You're doing this to get me riled up and jealous. Now that, Potter, is immature."

Harry paused briefly, then continued, "Are you jealous?"

Draco gave him a look that plainly said Fuck. You. And he walked away without another word. But only to the other side of the room where he was free to glare at Harry all he wanted.

Harry sighed and turned the opposite direction in order to ignore the frosty stares of the blonde, which was a failed attempt since he could feel Draco's eyes burning holes in the back of his head. What was his problem? Oh fuck that, Harry knew he was jealous. But still… the relationship between him and Draco was quite muddled and confusing, he didn't even know where to start. He didn't even know if it should be considered a relationship. But before Harry could continue getting lost in his thoughts, a male voice snapped him back into reality.

"Are you two fighting? Is it a… lover's quarrel?" came Michelino's voice.

The other boy quickly glanced up and smiled sheepishly, then shrugged his shoulders lightly. He didn't know how to answer that exactly. Lovers? Whatever. He didn't know what the hell they were. He took a chance and glanced over to Draco very briefly and just as Harry suspected, he was seething and was trying to be very subtle about it.

Unfortunately, Draco didn't know how to be subtle, since he snapped the eyeliner in two and mouthed silently to Harry, Your neck.

Oh great. Now he was threatening him. Harry rolled his eyes and gulped down more of the water.

Hermione squirmed a little bit in her seat as she sat from Ron across the table at a coffee shop. Since Harry was busy with his modeling, the two found themselves hanging out more often.
"How are you and… what's her name?" she asked him in what she thought to be a casual tone.

"Karina."

"Oh, right. Karina."

Hermione obviously didn't forget. It's just that whenever she said that wretched girl's name, she'd feel sick to her stomach for no reason. And the worst part was, Karina wasn't wretched at all. In fact, she was sweet.

"She's great," Ron answered without his usual enthusiasm and Hermione noticed this.

"Oh?" she said in a tone that she hoped would encourage him to go further.

But much to her displeasure, Ron just shrugged wordlessly, keeping his eyes focused on the ground. He had been on edge throughout the whole week and Hermione found it strange and quite uncharacteristic. She wanted to question him, but that would probably just annoy him more.

She tried to resist, but… "What's wrong?"

The boy just grunted and stood up, "I'm gonna go home, Hermione."

"Ron—"

"I'm going home," as he stood up, the chair scraped noisily against the floor and he made his way towards the exit without another backwards glance. He left Hermione hurt and confused, not really knowing what the hell had happened just now. Her eyes lowered to Ron's cup of coffee which was untouched, and for some reason, she felt a lump grow in her throat. Ron was upset and she didn't know why. Hermione felt helpless.

After work, Harry and Michelino chatted amiably for a few minutes. Draco watched them from a distance, curious as to what they might be talking about. He could see that Harry was laughing at something the Italian git had said. Frowning to himself, he wondered why Harry had never laughed like that with him. Letting out an aggravated sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair and tore himself away from the sight. He couldn't understand why it was bugging him so much. It wasn't as if he loved Harry.
Oh, there he goes again. Going back to that question of love. Of course, he didn't! What an absurd notion. Sure they had played nice a few times but it didn't necessarily have anything to do with love. Draco Malfoy never fell in love.

He laughed to himself. Well, more like he laughed at himself. He really needed to get rid of that "I'm such a big shot" persona. Because deep inside, he really was just a sniveling idiot. A sniveling idiot who never got laid.

Draco Malfoy. Virgin extraordinaire. A fucking fairy.

Growling to himself, he kicked a random can on the sidewalk and watched it clatter against the pavement. He couldn't go back home. He didn't want to have to face Harry and other realities that might come crashing down on him if he dared to look into those green eyes again. He needed to stall. Something. Anything.

"Malfoy?"

Draco turned around and raised both eyebrows, "Weasley."

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked.

"He's off playing with his new gal pal," Draco answered with a hint of venom in his tone. "Where's Granger?"

Ron shifted his weight from one leg to the other and shrugged lightly. "Last time I saw her, she was at a coffee shop."

Then came the awkward silence. The two never really got along. In fact, they hated each other back in the day. But now, it was more like a grudging tolerance. But still, there wasn't much one could say to their once-most-hated. Ron took a chance though and broke the silence.

"I see Harry's doing well. With the modeling stuff and all…"

Draco chuckled derisively, "Yeah. Ever since he started traipsing about with his love god, Michelino, I've never seen him happier. I bet they shag standing up."

Ron, who still was slightly uncomfortable with the mention of anything gay, glanced off to the side and coughed. "Er… well…. Um."

"Oh sorry, Weasley," Draco snorted. "I forgot. Our lifestyle makes you uncomfortable." He immediately caught himself. He said "our lifestyle" without even thinking about. Draco's eyes widened and looked at Ron to see if he had noticed, but the redhead was too busy trying to get the images of Harry shagging to even be aware of what Draco said. The blonde let out a sigh of relief and continued, "What are you doing wandering around here anyway? If you're not with Granger, you're usually off with your… whatshername. Little Asian thing."

"She's busy," Ron said a bit too hurriedly, then quickly shifted the spotlight on Draco again. "So what's the deal with you and Harry? You jealous or what?"

The abruptness of the question caught Draco off guard and he faltered a little bit. "Erm… what?"

"You two are constantly fighting. And when you're not fighting, you're ignoring each other. And then when you go back to fighting, you always bring up that guy who you so lovingly refer to as Pepperoni Butt."

"Don't forget Fettuccini Face."

"Whatever. My question is, are you jealous? If so… then why?"

"I'm not!" Draco snarled.

Ron gave him a look that clearly said Bullshit.

The boy sighed and chewed on the inside of his cheek, then focused his gaze on the pavement, "You should've seen him today," he began in a low voice. "Harry, I mean. Laughing with Michelino. He doesn't laugh like that with me. Nothing I say can even make him smile. And when he does smile, it's probably forced. I just…" Draco let out a groan of frustration. "Fuck. I don't know."

"Yes, you do," Ron said slowly. "You know exactly."

Draco felt a lump in his throat and he swallowed it back. He did know. He'd known all along. But admitting it was the hard part.

"And you know what you have to do," Ron continued.

"Yeah…" Draco said, his voice cracking slightly. "It's just… you know… hard."

"Of course it is. You can't expect this shit to be easy," Ron looked frustrated, as if his problems were in the same category as well. "If it were easy, then everybody would have someone. Then we'd all be happy. We'd all stop playing games… we'd be with the right person."

Draco arched an eyebrow, but said nothing.

The frustrated redhead shoved his hands into his pockets, "What are you still doing standing around here? Don't you have someone to go home to?"

"I know you love her."

Ron didn't say anything. He didn't have to.

"You're such a coward, Weasley."

"Fuck off, Malfoy."

Catching each other's eye, they shared a smile.

Draco stood in front of the door of Harry's apartment, debating whether he should open it or not. This mental war went on for about 10 minutes and he finally decided to just go in. He couldn't very well spend his entire night outside trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts. So he turned the knob and pushed the door open.
Harry glanced up at the sound of the door creak. Looking at Draco apprehensively, he began speaking in slow and hesitant tone, "I was looking for you after we had finished. I couldn't find you. I was kinda worried."

Strangely, a bit of jealousy stirred up inside Draco's chest, "Yeah, well, you looked just fine when I saw you walking with Michelino, so I decided to just go off on my own."

Harry's eyebrows drew together in annoyance, "Will you quit thinking about him for just this once?"

"You first."

There was tension in the air as sparks flew between the two. Nearly visible sparks, mind you. And not the good kind either. Neither spoke for a few moments since they couldn't find the words. Although, a lot was needed to be said.

"What's this really about?" Harry asked in an almost despairingly.

Draco scowled, "What's this really about, you ask? Don't act like you don't know. It's about you. And it's about me. About us. If there even is such thing as an 'us.' I just want to get some things straight."

"Draco—"

"Shut the fuck up and let me finish. We've been playing this goddamn game for too long now and it's too much for me to handle. I've cracked, dammit. I've reached my limit. I'm tired of beating around the bush. Fuck being discreet. Fuck being subtle. Fuck these games you and I play. I'm just going to be straightforward."

"I—"

"Do you love me?"

Harry's eyes widened significantly since he did not expect those words to come out of Draco's mouth, "What?" he asked, even though he heard clearly.

"Do. You. Love. Me." Draco repeated, emphasizing each word.

"Draco, I…" Harry's face screwed up into an unreadable expression. And before Draco could do or say anything else, Harry had run to the front door and sprinted off.

"Ugh… Bagaimana ini?" Meskipun mereka terbiasa merampok dan membunuh dalam game The Legend of Mir 2, tapi game ini tampak berbeda karena orang-orang yang mereka hadapi terlihat seperti orang-orang biasa yang tak berdaya.
Bahkan mereka tidak tahu apa yang dilakukan oleh karakter yang mereka kendalikan.
"Bos, apakah ini yang disebut game peran?" Ruan Ning mengetahui istilah tersebut dari para pemain di Kota Jiuhua. Dalam game The Legend of Mir 2, karakter yang dikendalikan pemain mewakili diri mereka sendiri. Tapi, dalam permainan permainan peran, karakter yang dikendalikan pemain memiliki kehidupan dan latar belakang mereka sendiri.
Dengan kata lain, para pemain akan mengalami kehidupan orang lain.
"Kenapa ini sangat aneh?" Ia ingat kalau game bermain peran itu sangat klasik, seperti The Legend of Sword and Fairy dan Resident Evil, tapi game itu belum dirilis di warnet ini.
Di sisi lain, setelah para sandera secara tak sengaja dibunuh, Guru Spiritual Xichi mendengar rekan satu timnya berkata, "Ledakkan bomnya!"
Kemudian muncul pemberitahuan di layar. 
[Silakan gunakan ponselmu untuk meledakkan bomnya.]
Setelah mengeluarkan ponsel dari sakunya, ia melihat nomor untuk 'peledakan' dan menelponnya…
Alat peledak yang dipasang di pintu masuk bank itu pun segera diaktifkan.
Kemudian mereka pergi ke ruang penyimpanan bersama rekan satu tim dan mengambil ratusan ribu dolar.
Kenapa bermain game bisa semenyenangkan ini?
"Yun…" Guru Spiritual Xichi mengklik opsi komunikasi eksternal dan berkata, "Kenapa dunia ini lebih aneh daripada yang ada di Harry Potter?"
"Iyakah?" Liu Ningyun membunuh seorang penjaga dengan senjatanya sambil berkata, "Aku memiliki perasaan yang sama. Apakah mereka merampok barang-barang? Bahkan mereka membunuh beberapa penjaga."
Orang-orang yang menonton dari belakang seperti Ning Bi berkata, "Gadis kecil, tidakkah kamu melakukan hal yang sama?"
"Aku akan mati jika aku tidak melakukannya!" Liu Ningyun mengendalikan Michael untuk bersembunyi di sudut dan berteriak, "Ah! Mereka ada banyak, sebenarnya game apa ini?!"
Ia masih tidak padam dengan situasinya, dan hanya paham kalau ini terjadi 9 tahun yang lalu, yang berarti ini kemungkinan memori dari salah satu karakter.
"Kenapa senjata di dunia Muggle begitu kuat?" Ruan Ning bergumam pada dirinya sendiri sambil berlari keluar, dan menembak dengan senapan mitraliurnya. Ia lalu tertawa liar, "Hahaha! Senjata ini menyenangkan untuk dimainkan! Aku akan membunuh untuk mencari jalan keluar!"
"Gadis ini hampir keluar…" Liu Ningyun berusaha mengejar. Ini adalah adegan dari ingatan seseorang, dan ia tidak bisa mengubah plotnya. Karena itu, ia hanya bisa mengikuti instruksi.
Meskipun keahlian menembaknya buruk, tapi rekan satu timnya bagus dalam hal ini, jadi plotnya berlanjut secara perlahan.
Ini adalah perampokan bank, dan karakter yang mereka mainkan adalah perampok. Tapi rencana itu tidak berhasil karena seseorang telah membocorkan informasi kepada polisi, dan banyak mobil polisi yang datang ke bank.
Setelah tutorial, sebagian besar perampok meninggal atau terluka, kecuali dua orang yang merupakan dua dari tiga karakter utama dalam permainan, yakni Michael dan Trevor.
Ketika mereka melihat Michael tinggal di tempat kejadian setelah memalsukan luka tembak, mereka mengerti siapa yang membocorkan informasi.
Itu adalah keseluruhan adegan dari ingatan.
Mode offline dari GTA 5 seperti film Amerika yang bisa dikendalikan oleh para pemain. Sembilan tahun kemudian, Michael mendapat banyak manfaat dengan memberi tahu polisi. Trevor, di sisi lain, telah melarikan diri dengan sandera. Orang-orang sangat ingin tahu tentang apa yang akan terjadi setelah itu.
Para pemain memiliki dua opsi, yakni untuk terus bermain dalam mode offline, dan pilihan lainnya bermain online dengan pemain lain.
Setelah meletakkan headgear VRnya, Guru Spiritual Xichi yang belum pernah memainkan game seperti itu terlihat memiliki banyak pertanyaan di kepalanya.
Bos Fang pun menjelaskan beberapa hal satu persatu seperti secara mendetail.
"Maksudmu, tujuan game peran ini adalah agar kita mengalami kehidupan orang lain dari sudut pandangnya sendiri?" Tanya Guru Spiritual Xichi dengan heran, "Apakah itu seperti reinkarnasi, lalu kita membersihkan pikiran seseorang di dunia fana?"
"Melalui reinkarnasi dan membersihkan pikiran seseorang di dunia fana, seseorang akan mengalami misteri janin, dan semua jenis cobaan dan kesengsaraan di dunia fana." Ning Bi berujar dengan tatapan yang masih fokus menatap layar, "Tapi kita bisa keluar dari game ini kapan saja. Selain itu, untuk hal-hal yang disebut teknologi yang disebutkan pemilik warnet, apakah orang-orang Dajin benar-benar mempelajarinya juga?"
"Bos, bisakah kita melakukan apa pun yang kita inginkan dalam game?" Iblis hitam yang berencana login ke game The Legend of Mir 2 pun menoleh.
"....." Liu Ningyun pun menatap Fang Qi dengan tajam. Meskipun para pemain bisa membunuh dan mengambil harta dari pemain lain di game The Legend of Mir 2, tapi pandangan dunia dan nilai-nilai umum baik-baik saja.
Tapi…Mengapa karakter dalam game ini terlihat seperti penjahat?
"Apakah kamu ingin kami hidup seperti orang-orang itu?" Liu Ningyun tampak tidak senang. Bagaimanapun juga, ia adalah Dewi Langit Nanhua, jadi mana mungkin ia bisa melakukan kejahatan seperti itu?
Ia merasa seperti baru saja berpartisipasi dalam perampokan!
Lalu Ruan Ning tiba-tiba berseru, "Kenapa aku berubah jadi diriku sendiri? Apakah aku bisa menyesuaikan penampilan ku sendiri? Bukankah ini game bermain peran?"
Fang Qi kemudian menjelaskan, "Sekarang, kamu dapat memilih mode online atau mode offline. Kamu baru saja masuk ke mode offline. Untuk mode online, kamu bisa memasuki dunia itu sebagai dirimu sendiri, dan kamu dapat memutuskan apa yang ingin kamu lakukan."
"Ugh?" Ekspresi jijik Liu Ningyun pun segera berubah, "Aku bisa melakukannya!"
Sementara itu, Ruan Ning baru saja masuk ke dalam game.
Di layar ada pemandangan burung dari kota besar, yang berkali-kali lebih besar dari kota mana pun yang pernah mereka lihat.
Gedung pencakar langit tampak begitu tinggi, dan helikopter terlihat terbang di langit, tepat di bawah matahari terbenam. Mobil-mobil melaju di jalanan dengan rapi, dan deretan rumah-rumah mewah tampak berjajar di tepi pantai, dengan pohon-pohon kelapa di halaman depan mereka. Karena rumah-rumah tersebut berada di pantai, orang-orang bisa melihat samudra biru. Dibandingkan dengan kehidupan terpencil seperti pertapa di Qzone, pemandangan ini terlihat begitu mewah.
Sebenarnya, mereka telah melihat beberapa pemandangan tentang dunia modern di Harry Potter, tapi tempat ini jelas lebih bersih, lebih rapi, dan lebih maju, bahkan lebih modern daripada yang ada di Harry Potter.
Dalam film Harry Potter mereka terhibur karena orang-orangnya yang konyol dan tidak kompeten daripada sekelompok orang lainnya. Tapi sekarang, mereka melihat bahwa orang-orang biasa yang tidak memiliki bakat, Muggle yang dibenci oleh para penyihir di Harry Potter, telah menciptakan peradaban yang hebat!
Ada semua jenis mobil modern di dealer-dealer mobil. Orang-orang kaya terlihat memainkan semua jenis olahraga, seperti golf dan tenis, dan pesawat penumpang besar berwarna putih salju terlihat terbang di langit. Di dekat jendela, mereka bisa melihat penumpang yang duduk tertib di dalam.
Pemandangan tersebut membuat mereka terkejut.
Ini adalah dunia yang diciptakan oleh orang-orang biasa di mata mereka.
Kapal spiritual? Orang-orang itu memiliki pesawat.
Kereta binatang iblis? Mereka ada mobil.
Belum lagi berbagai jenis senjata yang tampak misterius dan aneh.
Para pemain tampak terkejut saat menyadari bahwa orang-orang biasa tersebut telah menciptakan peradaban yang tidak kalah maju dari mereka.


Bagaimana rasanya jika kamu tiba-tiba mendapatkan sebuah sistem untuk membuka sebuah warnet game dengan teknologi VR? Game yang bisa dimainkan hanya ada satu, berupa game lama yang dibuat ulang dalam versi VR yang benar-benar terlihat begitu nyata. Fang Qi terbangun dan tiba-tiba mendengar sebuah suara di kepalanya. Suara itu menyebut dirinya dengan Sistem Hitam dan memberi Fang Qi sebuah misi untuk membuka warnet di dunia para kultivator. Apakah Fang Qi bisa menyelesaikan misi pertama yang diberikan padanya? Akankah jalan Fang Qi dalam menyelesaikan misi tersebut dapat berjalan dengan lancar? Ataukah justru sebaliknya? Kehidupan Fang Qi mulai berubah ketika ia mendapatkan misi dari Sistem Hitam dan mulai memainkan game bernama Resident Evil.

Fang Qi glanced at the task list on the System Interface. He had completed the second task of establishing dominance and obtained the rewards.
Mr. Fang dreaded turning the Fortune Prize Wheel since he still remembered that he almost got a bag of potato chips when he turned it the last time.
However, Fang Qi glanced at the items listed on the wheel and saw the high-level items included Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, Orochi's Blood, Random Bloodline Elixir, and a Godly Weapon Fragment. These items would stay on the wheel. Mr. Fang had turned the wheel several times and saw these items many times as well.
As for the low-end items such as potato chips, they would usually only stay on the wheel once. They would be replaced randomly by other things even if they were not drawn.
This time, the spot for the potato chip was replaced by Cappuccino, and the Dove chocolate was also switched off.
Mr. Fang had no choice but to lower his head and turn the Fortune Prize Wheel.
The needle on the wheel swiftly turned and then gradually slowed down until it came to the zone of the high-end items.
Godly weapon fragment…
Passed.
Orochi's Blood…
Mr. Fang's face turned dark when the needle passed it too.
The needle moved even slower, and the next item was Cappuccino.
"F*ck!"
Snap! The needle moved a bit further in the end and stopped at a strange machine.
 [Beep! Host, congratulations on getting a 'Norton's Disassembler'. This machine offers services with fees.]
[TL Note: The Chinese version of Dungeon Fighter Online seems to be a little different compared to the North American version. Therefore, we translated the terminologies to the best of our abilities.]
"Ahh!?" Mr. Fang froze for a few seconds as he glanced at the strange machine that looked like a cupboard. "Norton's Disassembler?"
He felt puzzled, and his vision almost darkened. Wait, I don't even have the game yet! The disassembler' is in place already?
In Dungeon Fighter Online, it was well known that alchemy reached an ultimate high level. In this game, players could even disassemble equipment and crystals; that went to show how advanced this technology was.
Through alchemy, most of the items in the game could be disassembled and made into various colored crystals with different elements or colorless small crystals. Using these crystals of different categories, players could create new equipment.
The colorless small crystals could be understood as mediums or sorcerers' magic crystals.
These crystals had steady and dense structures, which made them extremely important products of alchemy. While ignoring other features, they could act as medium or buffers which were a necessity for using many skills in the game.
Fang Qin didn't know if the skills recreated by the System were like those in the original game. In the original game, once the players that focused on close-range combat went over level 30, they all required colorless small crystals as a medium to use the more powerful skills.
However, in terms of mages, the mage players must cast spells through the mediums, which was the common feature of most systems of mages and sorcerers.
"…" Mr. Fang at a loss for words, wondered why he was given this item before the game was released; it only made sense if this item came after.
He had to accept it anyway since it was his prize…
The only good news was that Fang Qi would get the majority of the income earned from this machine including activation fees and service fees. After all, it was his prize.
In other words, this item would bring him more income later on, but he had to put it away for now.
Another task had stayed on Mr. Fang's System Interface for a long time.
It was the task to unlock the new online game, Dungeon Fighter Online. The number of the sci-fic games and movies including Resident Evil the movie, Resident Evil the game, Grand Thief Auto 5, The Matrix, and StarCraft had reached 5; the earlier ones had far surpassed 1,000 activations.
With more players entering the two old shops, GTA 5, the game with the highest degree of freedom in the sci-fi genre, had more than 6,000 activations.
Despite this game not being that helpful towards improving strength, it was casual, relaxing, and open. The players could get familiar with the functions of modern objects, and the artifact masters, cultivators, and warriors could also learn basic knowledge about the machines in this game.
It was why many cultivators tried this game even though its style was not to their tastes.
For example, Tang Yu had dismantled the marines' guns while he played StarCraft and spent some time on trying to mimic them but couldn't find a way. However, Li Haoran could make a breakthrough in this research with his advantage in the basic knowledge that he learned from Grand Thief Auto 5.
The newly-released StarCraft had a sharp increase in sales lately. As for 'The Matrix', its activation number had reached the target set by the task before the release of StarCraft.
The goal of promoting sci-fi world views was temporarily completed.
As for the goal of unlocking the magic world views, Diablo 2 had been popular for a while now. The movie series including Harry Potter and the Hobbit were not as popular, but the fourth movie of Harry Potter had been released and the first movie of the Hobbit was released; each of them still had many fans.
The basic knowledge of runes and spells in the movies and games were helpful to the viewers. For example, the knowledge in Diablo 2 helped cultivators with the research of magic instillation and teleportation arrays. On top of that, spells such as teleportation and transfiguration had their own advantages.
In a magnificent palace in the inner section of Half City, a demonic woman with brown hair and green eyes stretched lazily and waved her magic wand. In the next moment, she already appeared before the shop.
"It's been a long while since I saw the young Mr. Fang…" She reached out her slim hand to push open the door and entered the shop.
This was the advantage of the teleportation spell shown in Harry Potter. It had limitations in some areas and was even dangerous sometimes, but it was obviously very useful.
Mr. Fang sneezed, and he wondered who was thinking of him. Anyway, including Diablo 2, Devil May Cry, Harry Potter, and the Hobbit, he was only one step away from reaching the goal of the magic world views.
[TL Note: In Chapter 426, the author mentioned that 8 movies and games were required for magic world views, but it is now down to 5 here. We think that the author made a typo in Chapter 426 and will issue the correction.]
…
After completing the last task, he had also obtained an elevation of privileges. Fang Qi saw a tree-shaped graph on the System Interface after his privileges were upgraded.
With this graph, he didn't need the System to send him tasks. Instead, he could see on the System Interface what he would do to develop the internet café and what benefits he would get.
For example, the three shops had all reached the limit for expansion. Fang Qi could calculate through the tree-shaped graph what degree of expansion he should make before he could get new rewards.
This way, he could make his own plans instead of solely relying on getting tasks from the System.


We’ve had systems that help the MCs make pills, steal skills from legendary masters, and even be forced to show off to earn points, but what about a system that allows one to run a virtual reality internet cafe, featuring all the classic games?

Our MC awakens in a new world (Truck-kun strikes again) and finds himself with a mysterious system that allows him to run a fully self-sufficient virtual reality internet cafe! What? Opening an internet cafe in a cultivator world? You can now surf the internet, watch dramas, and play video games?!

One Emperor Warrior cried after visiting MC’s shop, “Damn, Blizzard completes my life!”
Another Yuan River Realm cultivator gasped after drinking Sprite, “What is this sorcery?” 

What else did the MC bring to the cultivator world? Come join us on this adventure as Fang Qi faces off against cultivation sects and major forces with his collection of modern treasures.

Winter Solstice Wizengamot, 21/12/1981

???: Do you, Sirius Orion Black plead innocent?
S.O.B: I swear on my life and magic that I, Sirius Orion Black was not the secret keeper for the locations of Potter Cottage and Longbottom Manor and did not attack 20 Muggles and did not kill Peter Pettigrew.
???: So you are saying that Peter Pettigrew is still alive, then tell us why we only found a Finger from him and could not find him nearby.
S.B.: He transformed into his Rat-Animagus after cutting-off 1 of his fingers and escaped afterwards.
???: Can somebody confirm that he is a Rat Animagus?
S.B.: Yes, it can be confirmed by my old Transfiguration professor Minerva Mcgonagall and by my friends James Charlus Potter, Lily Potter nee Evans and Remus Lupin. Can we finish the interrogation I'm hungry. 
???: Yes of course Mr Black. The ones which are for dropping all charges against raise their wands. […] Congratulations Mr Black your charges have been dropped and are now a free man again. Let's continue with the next accused Death Eater…

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Potter Cottage, 22/12/1981

At the front door of the House where the Potters since the Birth of Harry live, stands Sirius Black and waits for the Door to open. "Sirius long time no see! Come in Lily takes care of Harry at the moment and should come down at any moment." "Ahh, James, I'm fine I think it has been about 4 months right?" "I think so too so what do you do nowadays?" "Did you actually forget that I was locked up for 1 Week and had to wait for my Trial, that you btw missed! Regardless now I am free again and kinda don't know what I should do." "Well, you could go and be an Auror again or try to form a serious Family with kids and all." Sirius diverted his eyes nervously before he could answer he got cut off when Lily came with Harry in her arms and said: "You could also be a Politician in the Wizengamot Sirius." "Lily! Nice to see you again you look as beautiful as ever and no thank you I don't really feel like I would be a good Politician."
„So are there so other news I missed?" asked Sirius, to which Lily responded: "Well except your story there is something else, but you have to wait for the Christmas party to hear it." Sirius could only groan in response or face the wrath of Lily if he is too nosy. But James didn't catch on that fast and asked: "Oh why not tell us now Lily Flower?" Lily says sweetly: "Sirius play with Harry a moment I need to discuss something with my husband ok?" Sirius took Harry fast and said to Harry:" Now is Playtime Prongslet" "Yeah!" replied Harry with a giggle. A few minutes late a pale looking James and sickly sweet smiling Lily came after them.

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Burrow, Weasley Ancestor Home, 24/12/1981

The last official Order of the Phoenix Meeting, almost all Order member and their families are there to celebrate Christmas, the End of the 'First English Bloodwar' and mourn the people who died for their cause. Molly Weasley volunteered to prepare the feast with the help of a few House-elves. At the moment all the guests are seated at the dining table and are chatting with each other and the kids playing with each other (A/N: no FBI sry) at least the boys, except for 1. He has short cut messy black Hair and piercing green eyes which practically emit intelligence and gets swooned over by almost all girls because he looked so cute. Lily interrupted the chatting „Can I get your attention everyone? Good, so I would like to announce that when James and I hid, I became pregnant again and gave birth to a pair of girls. The older of the 2 has the name Rose Lily Potter and the younger got the name, Athena Dorea Potter and we're born midnight 19th of August 1981." Clapping and shouts could be heard for 1min in which Remus promptly fell unconscious and earned howls of laughter from all people present. Before the chatting could continue Sirius nervously stepped in: "So eh... nice to know Lily, but I would like to announce that since 4 months I've been a father to a girl!" To this fell Remus who just regained consciousness and James unconscious and resulted in a few howls of laughter.

31st October the Longbottems got assaulted by Voldemort and leads to Nevilles Parents Death and makes him the 'boy-who-lived', Harry lives a comfortable and peaceful life with his family till his journey to Hogwarts commences.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Potter-verse.

In the Wizarding quarters of Holyhead, flags of green and gold hung from the windows, large banners with embroidered, golden talons had been put up on the fences, and people had had been out since early that morning to celebrate the special day. Little children dressed in Quidditch robes were throwing Quaffles in the garden, waiting impatiently for the afternoon to come – some were even dressed up as mythological harpies, with feathers all over their bodies, leaving only their faces bare and untouched. Adults were singing and sharing bottles of butterbeer or cherry wine with their neighbours over the hedges, and three hours before the match would start, the people all lined up along the main street to cheer loudly as the seven Holyhead Harpies marched down the road on their way to the arena.

As for Ginny, she walked on light feet, with a fluttering sensation spreading throughout her body, all the way from her toes to her fingertips. Nearly a month had passed since her weekend with the national team, but she had had little time to think back to it, as her undivided attention had been needed for the league and the Holyhead Harpies, who, if they could only hold it together against the Caerphilly Cataphult that afternoon, would finish the Quidditch season as British-Irish champions.

It seemed as though half of Britain had come to watch the finale and were standing by the sidewalks of the main street as Ginny and her teammates passed them. A couple of braves kids jumped out to sneak a high five from their favourite players, and a group of middleaged men raised their bottles of Firewhisky at the girls as they walked past, making rather suggestive comments that made Gwenog Jones shoot looks of thorns in their direction. Ginny smiled and waved at Keeper Heather Perrington's new girlfriend before finally spotting her own family amongst the crowd. Her mum was crying and her dad waving enthusiastically, both of them dressed from top to toe in green and gold. George and Angelina, with her giant belly, sat on the grass in front of Bill and Fleur, who had come without the girls for once; Bill looked relaxed and slightly confused, as though he couldn't quite believe that he wouldn't have to worry about Victoire having a tantrum or Dominique getting lost or hurting herself for a whole afternoon. Percy and Audrey hadn't dressed in Holyhead Harpies' colours, but wore very proper outfits that, in Ginny's opinon, made them look like they were going to an important business meeting rather than a Quidditch game. Finally, there were Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who smiled brilliantly as Ginny passed them.

As the team disappeared down the street, their supporters slowly started moving towards the arena, and Bill reached down his hand behind his father to pull another redheaded man, who had been crouching behind Mr and Mrs Weasley, to his feet.

"She's gone now," he said, and the oldest of his younger brothers grinned at him.

"I can't believe she thinks I'm not coming to this game," Charlie said. "Doesn't she know what a dedicated fan I am?"

"Of the Chudley Cannons? Yes. As you may have noticed, though, this is the Holyhead Harpies versus the Caerphilly Catapults. Not that anyone would ever think that the Cannons would make it to the finale..."

As the two eldest of the Weasley siblings continued to bicker, their family started moving along with the crowd, heading for the Quidditch pitch and the premium seats that Ginny had managed to get for them. Ron purposely lingered behind, walking a tad slower than the rest of them, so that he and Hermione got a moment of privacy even surrounded by all those people.

"Are you sure you want to stay for the game?" he asked softly.

Hermione's jaws clenched as she answered: "Yes, Ron, I'm sure. I know that my mother died, but I've been sitting at home for weeks just thinking about her. I can't do that anymore."

"I know, it's just… you don't even like Quidditch."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Didn't I go to see you and Harry play every single match at Hogwarts anyway? I do like Ginny, and this could be one of the biggest moments in her career so far."

"Okay, okay," Ron said, holding up his hands in front of him. Then, perhaps as he noticed the tense look on his wife's face, and perhaps because his eyes had just flickered past Angelina, who was walking a few feet ahead of them, he leaned in closer to Hermione, and mumbled: "How huge is Angelina's belly now? Looks like the baby could pop out any second."

Hermione looked as though she wanted to roll her eyes again, but smiled instead as she linked her arm with his. "Don't say that to her face, Ron. You do know she's got months before the baby is due, right?"

As they climbed up the steps to their seats in the top row of the Harpies' bleacher, a voice sounded out throughout the stadium:

"Welcome all, to the last Quidditch game of the season! Today, competing for the British-Irish leage title, leading team Holyhead Harpies welcome the Caerpilly Catapults in a fatal showdown, and by the end of the day, we shall know which team is truly the best this year. Remember – the Harpies only have to lose by less than 260 points to win the league, leaving the Catapults with quite a challenge ahead of them this beautiful spring day…"

Ron, Hermione and all the Weasleys had just found their seats when a formation of Quidditch players swished into the arena – Hermione counted seven, and they were all dressed in striped robes of light green and scarlet red.

"Without further ado – it's the Caerpilly Catapults, ladies and gentlemen! Levering, Zollinger, Meller, Holzworth, Culbert, Northman… aaaaand Sinkfield! The fans will be happy to see that all three Chasers are back on their feet – or should I say broomsticks – after that nasty stomach bug that knocked them out for the past three games."

One of the Chasers, a blonde with what looked like warrior facial paint under her goggles, pretended to throw up over the shoulder of the Beater flying right next to her, making the crowd laugh and cheer as the Beater, apperently believing it had been real, nearly fell off his broom in his attempt to get away from her.

"Come on people, let's hear it for our own Holyhead Harpies! You know them, of course – Potter, Turkowski, Rosenberry, Jones, Beighley, Perrington… aaaaand Katzenberger!"

A mix of emotions rushed through Harry's body as he watched the seven players in green and gold enter the stadium. Ginny was hard to miss, with her long, red ponytail fluttering as she sped up her broom, catching up with her teammates and waving as the crowd cheered loudly. Down on the ground, the referee got ready to release the Golden Snitch and the Bludgers, and Harry felt his fingers itch; even six years later, it was still strange for him to sit on the bleachers during a Quidditch game, instead of being up in the air on his Firebolt.

As much as he missed it though (and as thrilled as he had felt when Ron had suggested they'd start an interdepartmental amateur Quidditch league at work) he was, above all, so happy for Ginny. He knew the number of hours she had spent in Holyhead every day, the way she never missed her long Saturday morning runs, or how stubbornly she refused a second slice of her mother's famous apple pie after Sunday roast at the Burrow.

"Referee Kurt Pearse throws the Quaffle into the air, and wow – did you see how quick she was? Rosenberry's got the Quaffle and she's flying straight towards Northman and Caerphilly's goal hoops. She passes to Turkowski, who looks for Potter, but Potter's being closely followed by two of the Caerphilly Catapults Chasers – they know who to look out for, that's for sure! Turkowski finds Rosenberry instead, and she shoots… What a save from Northman, who instantly passes the Quaffle on to Zollinger, Meller, back to Zollinger… and, ouch, Zollinger gets hit by a Bludger! I'll bet you Gwenog Jones is looking smug up there, she's too far away for me to be able to tell though. And look at that; Potter has broken free from her opponents, Rosenberry is all alone to her left and signalling for the Quaffle, but Potter holds onto it… and she scores! 10-0 for the Holyhead Harpies!"

Harry, along with most of the crowd, jumped from his seat to cheer, and couldn't help but grin at his mother-in-law's enthusiasm as she punched the air and shouted:

"That's right, sweetheart, you show them!"

The Quaffle was once again with the Caerphilly Chasers, and Harry lifted his head to watch the Seekers. They were both soaring around some feet higher than their teammates, their eyes roaming about in search for the Golden Snitch. He was too busy staring longingly at them to pay attention to the rest of the game, and realized only thanks to Ron's cussing that Caerphilly Catapults had evened the score.

"Turkowski's got the Quaffle again… and once again, Potter is surrounded by her opponents… The Quaffle goes to Rosenberry just as Potter breaks free, and Potter catches the Quaffle beautifully and – ouch! That's got to be a free throw!"

Harry grimaced as he watched the Caerphilly Beater's bat hit Ginny right in the back of her head, sending her and her broomstick spiralling down with dangerous speed. Somehow, though, before Harry's heart had dropped down to the bottom of his stomach, she straightened her broom up, just before she hit the bottom of the bleachers opposite from where Harry and the Weasleys were sitting. Kurt Pearse blew his whistle furiously, and next to Harry, Mrs Weasley peeked out from her hands, behind which she had hidden her face the moment the wooden bat met Ginny's head.

"Oh dear," she wailed, "is she all right? Arthur?"

Mr Weasley squinted to see through his glasses, and although Harry noticed the look of concern on the older man's face, he sounded very reassuring as he responded:

"She's fine, Molly. She wouldn't have continued flying if she was hurt."

"Potter takes the free throw herself," the speaker announced. "What a nightmare for Keeper Northman! Yes indeed, he stands no chance, and Ginny Potter gives the Holyhead Harpies the lead. 20-10, ladies and gentlemen!"

The crowd burst out cheering again, and Harry grinned as Charlie jumped up and down, shouting:

"There you go, Gin, that will teach them not to mess with you!"

"Blimey, Charlie, say that a little louder and you'll ruin your surprise visit, because she'll hear you from up there. And you'll ruin the ear I've got left," said George in a playfully accusing voice while rubbing his one ear, as though his brother's strong voice had nearly ruptured the eardrum.

"Meller passes to Levering, who passes on to – no, Potter sweeps in and steals the Quaffle right under Zollinger's nose! Holzworth sends off a Bludger – that's right, stick to the actual Bludger rather than the bat, Holzworth – but Holyhead's Gabrielle Beighley stops it reaching its target and – SHE SCORES AGAIN! GINNY POTTER IS ON FIRE, AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE COLOUR OF HER HAIR!"

As the supporters started cheering again, Harry caught a glimpse of a striped figure suddenly diving towards the ground. Turning his head and stretching his neck, he realized that it was Sinkfield, Caerphilly Catapults' Seeker, and that he must have spotted the Snitch. Holyhead's Adriana Katzenberger instantly set off after him, but by all appearances, she wouldn't catch up with Sinkfield before he reached that small, glittering ball at the foot of Heather Perrington's goal posts. Harry furrowed his brows. What was Sinkfield thinking? If he caught the Snitch now, the Holyhead Harpies would still win! Perhaps Sinkfield realized the same thing, because he slowed down just as Gwenog Jones' Bludger reached him, pushing him sideways and straight into Katzenberger, who fell right off her broom. Fortunately, they were only a few feet off the ground and it wasn't a long fall, but Mrs Weasley still gasped in horror and her hands flew to her mouth.

"Ow," said the speaker, "I'm quite sure that wasn't what Jones intended to do with that Bludger – knocking her own Seeker off the broomstick, I mean! Luckily, no one appears to be hurt, but the Golden Snitch seems to have disappeared again…"

Meanwhile, the Caerphilly Catapults Chasers had successfully moved across the pitch with the Quaffle securely in their arms, avoiding both Bludgers and opponents until they reached Heather Perrington and the goal hoops. Heather nearly fell of her broomstick trying to block the left hand hoop, but still failed, and the speaker couldn't quite mask his disappointment as he announced the new score: 30-20.

"And Potter's got the Quaffle now; she passes it across the pitch to Turkowski, then Rosenberry… she scores! 40-20!" the speaker shouted, noticeably happier than before. "Northman passes to Meller, who sets off in the opposite direction."

But Meller had only made it a few feet forwards when Ginny was there again, disrupting her opponent's route and stealing back the Quaffle. She passed it to Gaylene Turkowksi, who passed it back, and Ginny was just aiming for the middle goal hoop when – bam! One of the Caerphilly Beaters, Culbert, had desperately wanted to stop her, and since neither Bludger was within reach, he had actually thrown his bat at her! The Quaffle slipped out of her hands as she was thrown into the goal post. A metallic thud echoed across the arena, and then she fell to the ground, seemingly lifeless.

Harry could have sworn his heart stopped. He stood up; he'd have to get to her… But someone put a hand on his arm and he noticed that his wife, who looked so little sprawled out on the grass like that, had started to move. Moments later, Oliver Wood and the team Healer had knelt down next to her, and as Hermione removed her hand from his arm, the sounds and sights around him started to come back to Harry.

"Foul!" shouted George furiously. "Ban him from playing again!"

"That's disgusting!" Bill agreed. "He only attacked her because he knows she's too good for them!"

"That's got to violate a whole bunch of rule, don't you reckon, Dad?" said Percy while adjusting his glasses.

Down on the grass, Oliver had pulled Ginny to her feet, and the Healer appeared to be wiping blood from her face. Although he knew that Ginny had no feelings whatsoever left for Oliver Wood, Harry couldn't help but wish that he was the one down there, looking after her.

Oliver was now picking up Ginny's broomstick, much to Mrs Weasley's shock.

"He can't expect her to get on that thing again, is he?"

"You know Ginny, Mum," said Ron. "Unless she breaks every bone in her body, she's going to finish the game."

"And Ginny Potter appears to be all right, after all! What a relief! Referee Pearse signals for two free throws, and while Potter stomps off the ground to get back in the game, Gaylene Turkowski is ready with the Quaffle. She goes right – no, left – and she scores! Textbook feint, but flawlessly performed by Turkowski who catches the Quaffle for her second free throw… and she scores again! Amazing! 60-20, with Holyhead in the lead, and… wait! Has Sinkfield spotted the Golden Snitch again?"

It was as though everything else stopped, and every eye in the arena turned towards Sinkfield and Katzenberger, who had shot up in the air; Harry caught a glimpse of something glittering several feet above the bleachers on the short end of the pitch. Sinkfield seemed determined this time, even though catching the Snitch would mean that the opposing team would win the league. He was in the lead, but Adriana Katzenberger, with her long, black plait swishing like a thick tail behind her, was perhaps even more determined, and inch by inch, she was catching up with Sinkfield.

"Excellent flying by Katzenberger, but will it be enough? Shoulder to shoulder now; Sinkfield gives her a push, but Katzenberger is strong and steady. She leans forwards and – do I dare believe my eyes? She's swept right past him, she reaches out her hand – SHE'S GOT THE SNITCH! Ladies and gentlemen, Adriana Katzenberger has ended the game – THE HOLYHEAD HARPIES WIN! LEAGUE CHAMPIONS, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 174 YEARS!"

For the second time that afternoon, Adriana Katzenberger fell off her broom and landed on the soft grass. This time, instead of rushing to her feet to get back into the air, she rolled over and remained lying on her back, clutching the Golden Snitch in both hands and grinning from ear to ear as her teammates, one by one, landed next to her and threw themselves down next to (or on top of) her, forming a pile of green and gold, smiles and tears of joy.

It was one of those rare moments when total bliss lit up every darkened corner in Ginny's mind; she truly had no worries just then, and would have sworn with her hand across her heart, that life simply could not get any better. Gwenog Jones accidentally elbowed her in the ribs as she tried to organize a group hug, but despite having fallen on her side mere minutes before, Ginny felt no pain. Heather was crying, Gaylene was kissing the Snitch in Adriana's hand, and Gemma Rosenberry, quiet and sweet Gemma, was jumping up and down, screaming out her joy.

Somehow, despite the high number of security warlocks guarding the bleachers, people were soon rushing onto the pitch. A group of men grabbed Adriana and threw her into the air, and she laughed loudly, still clutching the Snitch to her chest. Now, little children were hugging Ginny's legs, young men were kissing her cheeks, women squeezing her hands, all of them grinning, thanking her, praising her… And then she saw them; they were impossible to miss, of course, such a large bunch of people with such flaming red hair, and that one head covered in jet black.

She rushed into Harry's open arms, and he lifted her off the ground, kissing her chin, her ears… And she grinned into his shoulder as he whispered:

"I knew it. I knew you'd win."

"Wow," said a familiar voice behind him. "Here I though she'd be happy to see me, and all she cares about is Harry…"

Ginny grinned over Harry's shoulder as Ron patted Charlie's shoulder and said:

"Yeah, I know what it's like…"

Rolling her eyes and quickly kissing her husband once more, Ginny then let go of him and skipped over to hug her brother. "You're here!" she said. "I thought you couldn't make it."

"I wouldn't be able to call myself the most dedicated Quidditch fan in the family if I missed it, would I?" replied Charlie with a shrug. "Or the best brother in the family, for that matter."

George snorted as he flung out a long arm that landed around their sister's shoulder. "So, is it the best day of your life, Gin?" he asked, and Ginny looked over at Harry, smiling widely.

"It's at least top three," she said, not breaking eye contact for a moment. Yes, she thought to herself, this, the way life was in that moment, would be a tough act to follow for whatever was to come next.

Fan-Faction story about the most loving character in books.
This is a story about a Wizarding World after the Battle of Hogwarts for Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermiony Granger and many many loved characters....

taking in his surroundings Harry couldn't help but gasp a little at seeing the real wizarding world.

getting his bearings back together he walked straight to the biggest white building in the alley Gringotts. As he got closer he saw the goblin guards stationed outside the doors. 

'damn those are some of the ugliest things I have ever seen' Harry thought to himself as he entered the bank and waited in line for a free teller.

a few minutes later 

"yes" a goblin said from a desk motioning for Harry to go up to it.

"hello my name is Harry Potter, I was told if I needed to get money to come here?" Harry said with respect 

"you are told correct young wizard, but you will need your vault key to be allowed in" the goblin replied with what looked like a happy grin

"I don't have one, is there a different way for me to do so?"  Harry replied 

"yes, follow me" the goblin finished saying as it got down from his chair and motioned for Harry to follow him.

walking down a few halls and entering a private room with a work desk and a few chairs.

"you may sit down young wizard, as I still need to grab the feel documents for the inheritance test." the goblin said

the goblin reaching inside the desk drawer he pulled out a parchment and a old knife 

"now all you have to do is cut yourself in your thumb and let a few drops of your blood fall into the paper."

just before he reached for the knife. 

'blair give me the blood and status of head of house to the most riches vaults'

'okay'

feeling a slight warmth sensation go through out his body he picked up the knife, and gently cut his thumb to release some blood.

but what surprised him was that the blood looked to be black in color and when the blood touched the parchment it sizzled. then it disappeared being absorbed into the paper.

name: Harry James Potter
mother: Lily Evans- Potter
father: James Potter

vaults owned 5
Merlin vault number 1:  100,001,000 galleons 17 sickles 4knuts variety of jewels and family heirlooms. 

Le Fay vault number 2:   32,000,000 galleons
42 sickles 12 knuts variety of jewels and family heirlooms.

Pendragon vault number 3:  unknown

Potter family vault number 7:  2,500,000 galleons variety of jewels and family heirlooms

Potter trust vault number 687: 10,000 galleons



"woah!!! I'm rich aren't I" Harry asked excitedly

"yes you are heir Potter"

"sir can I have a new set of keys, and I would like to make sure that no one has access to my vaults. also I would like my bank statements"

"no problem" the goblin said as he reached into the drawer with a new set of papers and snapping his fingers as another set of documents appeared but a much thicker set then the previous.

"first I will need another three drops of blood for the new key" 

Harry hearing this again went through the whole process just as he finished a new set of keys with their vault number ingraved In them.

"make sure to keep those keys safe Mr. Potter" 

nodding Harry put the keys inside his pocket 'blair can you put the keys into my inventory' 

'sure' Blair replied

" now these are your bank statements" the goblin said handing over the documents to Harry.

going over the whole thing Harry saw somethings that were making him mad 'that conniving old fool' Harry seethed 
unknown to Harry he was releasing some of his magic causing the ground and all of the magical alley to tremble.

Harry still reading the documents heard some shuffling so he looked up from the bank statements and saw a platoon of guards with Spears pointing at him.

"is there a problem" harry asked with a hiss still mad at what he just read.

"no Mr. Potter you were releasing some of your magic and was causing some trouble" the goblin said

"ohh I'm sorry, but there is a problem with my bank account" Harry said again with anger

the teller and the guards seeing that he is angry began to sweat no matter how young and how much the goblins loved war they couldn't help but feel they were in the presence of an predator.

"what is the problem?" asked the teller

"well, it seems a Mr. Dumbledore has been stealing from my vaults and has taken some of my heirlooms as I don't know him. I want everything back with interest also a miss Moll prewett, Ronald Weasley and Guinevere Molly Weasley are taking payments out of my accounts. I want my shit taking care of and I would like to see my account manager and ask him personally why is he allowing this things to occur." Harry asked releasing magic but also causing some electric Sparks to appear around him.

the teller hearing the demand ran out the room and a few minutes later another goblin entered but this one was accompanied by other guards in fancier armor.

"greetings Mr. Potter I am Ragnok leader of the goblin nation and director of Gringotts. I have heard of the things that have happened and we are currently doing a investigation and the Potter account manager is being questioned at the moment." Ragnok said as he took a seat 

"Hello Director Ragnok I am sorry for all the commotion, but I wasn't expecting some of the issues I came across." Harry said

"yes, I would be unhappy as well" Ragnok said as a goblin walked in and whispered into Ragnoks ears and left some paperwork with him

"okay, Mr Potter from now on I will be in charge of your accounts and the previous Potter manager has been delt with. as for the stolen money's they will be taken back from the accounts of Dumbledore and prewett vaults with interest. as for the heirlooms they shall be in your vaults within the hour." Ragnok said
hearing this Harry finally calmed down 

"now for other business, since you are the last Potter, and last heir of Merlin,Le Fay, and Pendragon you are magically emancipated and will be able to claim your rings of head of house. will you like to do so at this time."

a dude died by some stupid reason let's say the Almighty truck kun did the deed. when he wakes up later on he is in front of a god which gives him some wishes which make him Op and later on he does whatever he wants In his life

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The rays of the morning sun slowly approaching the sleeping figure of a young child, nestled in a blanket as he face furrowed. Perspiration's heavy as he turned when suddenly "AAAH!!" His scream reverberated through the house.

 His breathing as quick as his head snapping to take in every corner of his surrounding, slowly his breathing calmed down 'its just a dream, it's just a dream'. Words he repeated in his mind as he remembered the last moments of his previous life. 

 Tears threatened to pour down his face as he remembers all that he left behind, the wife that he doesn't remember, the parents and friends all but blurry faces, nameless.

 Hurried footsteps could be heard as Matthew cane rushing down the stairs "what's wrong?!", blazing into the lounge with a cricket bat he scanned his surroundings looking for a threat. Clearly just woken up as his bed hair and pyjamas were scruffy, and seeing no further threats he focuses on the child in front of him "are you ok?", Harry nods "it was just a nightmare... a realistic nightmare" his voice sounding tired, with a weight way too much for one his age.

 "Do you want to talk about it?" Matthew asks, genuine concern in his voice but Harry declines "it's alright, I'll be fine". Matthew finally sits down in the same seat he took the previous night, "seems like you've woken up the entire neighbourhood you did" a chuckle escapes him, this proved slightly infectious as Harry scoffs but a trace of a smile on his lips. 

 "They were up anyway" "it's 6:30am, not sure who's up at this time" but Harry shrugs and lays back down with an arm over his eyes. "If you want to talk about anything I'm here" Matthew turns back towards the stairs barely catching the nod of the child. 

~ 

The hours roll by as we find both individuals sat by the kitchen table eating a traditional English breakfast, "don't you have work or something?" Harry asks as it's already passed 9:00am. A yawn was his reply as Matthew drinks his juice "I'm a lecturer, and today being Thursday I don't have to be in till 1:00pm as I've only got 2 seminars" 

 Harry nods then focuses on his meal again, "what are you going to do today?" The question causes Harry to pause, while he's like to go to Diagon Alley he also felt like there was no need to rush "do you think I could stay in for a while? Just so I can think a bit more" the last part said in barely a whisper that Matthew barely caught. 

 "Hmm I'll have work in a bit and there's not much for you to do around here, I don't have any children's books for.." "I don't need children's books!" Harry snapped slightly irked by Matthews comment. Matthew stared wide eyed for a bit "oookaaay, kids these days, what are you going to do? Watch tv all day?" 

 Harry calms down a bit "sorry about that, but no I plan on reading a bit" "hmm I don't think I have any books for your level in this house, maybe some novels?" Harry shrugs "don't worry about it, I'll find something to keep me preoccupied" then the duo carried on with their meal, the occasional light topics here and there.

 Hours went by and as it was time for Matthew to head to the university, "there's food in the fridge, can you cook?" Harry nods but mutters "what type of adult asks a 6 year old to cook for himself, at least cook something and leave it in the fridge for me to eat later" but Matthew couldn't hear him as he was heading to his car. "I'll see you around 6:00pm, don't burn the house down" "don't worry I won't", he watched as Matthew drove off.

 "Alright I can't be sulking anymore, let's see what books I can find around here!" He started exploring the house, and while Matthew doesn't have a study he does have a section where he stirs his books and other random junk. "Let's see what we have here hmmm 'The Nature of Mathematics and the Mathematics of Nature', forgot he was a maths lecturer urgh, flaws" there was a vibration however this was only in his mind.

[Flaw 1. Description of biophysics using the mathematical formula x4....] a list of 59 flaws appeared in his mind "yeahhh I'm not looking through all that". For the next hour 'flaws' could be hear repeatedly throughout the house as Harry went through every room he could an every book he could find that had a book in it, most of it was mathematical based theories. 

"Hmm he doesn't have as many books as I thought he would, but beggars can't be choosers." A sigh escapes him as he closes his eyes, once again stepping into the library he notices the books floating around the dome. 'Compile' suddenly all of the books rushed into the dome and after a few seconds a single book materialises from the dome towards him. 'Flaws' following that a list of 9 flaws appear, "still not enough enough books at create a perfect mathematical book, and the other books are on random topics. Aah and I don't even have a change of clothes to go out with" 

He was frustrated as there wasn't much he could think of to do at the moment, "maybe I could work on my Occlumency" like that hours passed as he tried and failed to clear his mind, with references from fiction not helping so he just gave up as sitting still wasn't that good for his body.

 In a moment of inspiration he suddenly remembered something he could try, "is there any free house elves that would like to bond with me?!" His clear voice said into the air, he waited in anticipation but after a minute nothing happened, he tried it again for the next 5 minutes but yet again, nothing. 

 "Am I doing something wrong?" He then had an idea, closing his eyes he focused on the feeling of his energy, trying hard to direct it towards his mouth as his entire concentration was required for it. After a few minutes of trying he managed to direct a bit of it to his lips and he repeated his question "is there any free house elves that would like to bond with me?!" 

 Suddenly he heard 2 pops that startled him before he turned around and saw 2 creatures 'ok they do look ugly in person' but he brushed that thought away as they looked at him with wide eyes. The one on the left was the first to speak "did yous call for us free elves?" Harry nodded "yes I did, I was looking for free elves to bond with me, what are your names?" They eyes widened as they heard what he said then suddenly became energetic "this ones Tuny" "and this ones Twinky".

 "Great my name is Harry Potter and..." he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was interrupted "Aaah the great Harry Potter has called Tuny/Twinky, is an honour sir!" They went on for a minute rambling about how it was an honour while he watched getting annoyed "thank you!" Cutting then off from their shouting "yes I'm Harry Potter, I'm looking for a house elf to bond with, will I be able to with one of you?" "YES!" 

 A sigh escaped him "so how do we go about this?"  "All yous needs is to put your hand on our head and think of bonding, we'll do the rest" the smiles on their face could have made the Joker proud, "rightttt and thinking of bonding entails?" "Ooh something like I want you to be my house elf, see easy", not sure if it was that easy he tried it on Twinky. 

 While concentrating he feels a connection with her? Opening his eyes she greets him "Twinky greets the great young master Harry Potter", he repeats the process with Tuny and as previously he felt a connection with the house elves. 

 "Now that that's sorted, I need you to get me some clothes, I don't care where you get it from, just make sure it fits me." As soon as he said that the both popped away, not even a minute later there was an assortment of garments on his floor as his 2 eager house elves waited for his next order.

A random soul following a fatal accident awakens in the fictional world of Harry Potter, with no recollection of his identity or familiar faces, how will he overcome the trials and tribulations he is to face while wearing the body of a recently deceased Harry Potter.

Characters that are mentioned that are derived from the original book/movie series are intellectual properties of J. K. Rowling. This book is an adaptation of the original Harry Potter world, all chapters will be released to the general public, Patrons receive earlier access to the chapters.

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