"What?!" 

"I am in Harry Potter universe?!" 

"My name is Kent Granger?!" 

"Hermione Granger is my sister?!" 

"I have a System?!" 


[No INCEST or Sexual Content.]

[Update schedule: 2500 words (1 or 2 chapter)/ week.]

[I do not own "Harry Potter".]

"What?!" 

"I am in Harry Potter universe?!" 

"My name is Kent Granger?!" 

"Hermione Granger is my sister?!" 

"I have a System?!" 


[No INCEST or Sexual Content.]

[Update schedule: 3 chapter / week.]

[I do not own "Harry Potter".]

follows Edwin Vaclav who found out that he is a wizard in harry potter world after being reincarnate after many years just thinking its an  ordinary world



i don't own harry potter just my oc

Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.


Transmigration into Harry Potter world as Harry, hell yeah. There’s so much to explore in magic that other’s never did.

Dumbledrore?
Fuck him.

Canon Plot?
Fuck that too.

Voldemort?
Hmm… how to best make use of that dumb cunt who turned me into his living horcrux.

Ah… and there are a few girls in here that I always fancied so tagging them along is just a natural thing to do. Not too many. Just two or three would be best.

Now that I’m here, I’ll carve my own path for the future and if I fuck up everyone else’s life in the process. Who cares?



Average number of words in a chapter- 1500
Number of chapters I'll release every day- 2


Please support me at -  https://www.patreon.com/ankit1

What the heck is Harry Potter doing here?

" Ah, Hello Ernie, Susan and Ronald." Hannah greeted us smiling. while that is happening, I noticed how Harry Potter slightly raised his eyebrow. "Ronald?" He questioned. Curiosity could be heard through his voice.

" So... What are you doing here? " I decided to ask.

" I only happened to pass by..." He said, looking at us with his emerald green eyes. Ernie slowly approached Harry and grinned. " Can I ask a question? "

" Sure."

" Anyway, I am Ernie McMillan. " Harry Nodded. ".. There was a Rumor that since you were a Slytherin... Are you gonna become the wanna be Next Dark Lord?... You know since because... " Harry Potter face complexion darkened. Everyone stared at Ernie. " Why are you looking at me like that?  "

I sighed and turned to look at Harry. " umm.. Since you said earlier that you happened to be passing by... You can go now. " At this, Susan and the others stared at me. As if their eyes were saying 'this is Harry Potter! Why are you being so rude?!' look. Well this is uncomfortable and I have no plan on getting close to Harry Potter. This is Harry Potter that I am currently talking right now. The Supposed friend of Ronald Weasley but I have no plan of being dragged into his troubles. "... Don't mind what Ernie have said." I awkwardly added.

Harry nodded and his lips quirked up into a smile. " Then, please excuse me. I wouldn't bother you with your..." He trailed off, green eyes glinting in amusement. ".. Picnic. " He started to leave, Black robes fluttering until his silhouette vanish into the distance. 

That was really strange. I thought that Harry Potter was a loner from what I observe from the table. How come he look so mysterious but a decent conversationalist? and did he just pull off a Snape? (with his robes fluttering? ) After a few moments, the hufflepuff first years have pulled themselves. Hannah and Justin preparing the basket and the cloth. After the strange and awkward meeting of Harry Potter, our picnic went normally.

..........

No matter how many times I look, I would never get used at looking the Hogwarts Hall. Not just the Hall, but everything that has to do with Hogwarts and Harry Potter. It was also strange from the things that I was supposed to know.

Weeks pass and the Night of October 31 finally came. Hallow's Eve, as the Wizarding World has called it. Students were chatting, lively and bustling. Hogwarts halls were decorated with Floating Pumpkin lanterns and other Halloween decorations. Their Candies, Blood Pops and other dubious types of sweets are also in the season. It was everyone's favorite sweets for today and probably tomorrow.

On the Hufflepuff table, Justin were describing his previous Halloween muggle days to Ernie, Susan and Hannah. I always wonder how did he manage to fit well in this environment since he was a muggle born. He was lucky that Ernie is different from other Purebloods. Hannah's family on the other hand was in the former sacred 28 list and she was a Half blood. Susan's Aunt was Amelia Bones who was the Head of DMLE. Justin was very lucky that he have friends like them. I think, I am also lucky that i have them. 

In the Ravenclaws, The Students were eating while some are talking about interesting facts and theories about the Halloween. Neville and Hermione are beside each other eating and occasionally talking to one of the Patil twins and Lavender Brown. Other than each other, looks like they have other friends that they can talk to.

On the Slytherin– One of the Door of the Hogwarts Hall has suddenly opened with a Bang. There stood, Professor Quirrel that look so 'Horrified' and in the state of 'Panic'. All of the Students and Professors have turned to look at him. 

" TR- TROLL!! Th- There's T-tr- TROLL in the DUNGEONS! " After saying those words Professor Quirrel 'fainted'. The Students broke out of Commotion and Professor Dumbledore quickly gathered everyone's attention. He ordered the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaws and Gryffindor Prefects to guide the Students in returning to the Common Rooms and Dorms. The Slytherin were an exception since their common room is located in the Dungeons. 

" Severus, Minerva, could you kindly roamed the Halls? Make sure that everyone is here and put out the Troll." Professor Dumbledore ordered Hagrid to Bring Professor Quirrel to the Clinic with Madam Poppy Pomfrey following him. As I look at the Slytherin Table, I notice that one Harry Potter is missing. Of course this detail didn't escape from the eyes of Professors and the Head of Slytherin House. 

" Severus, Minerva, can you also please find Mr. Potter? "

As the Prefects started ushering us to our own common rooms, I saw Professor Snape made a displeased face at the mention of Harry Potter. Looks like being in the Slytherin, hasn't endeared Harry to the Professor. Professor Snape still hated and dislike him. 

" Come on, Weasley don't just stand there and follow your friends." The Hufflepuff Prefect told me. I nodded and walk towards Ernie and the Others. 

" Ronald, I didn't manage to look for you earlier. Anyway, do you think that the Professor's will defeat the Troll? " Ernie asked. 
" well... We would learn the unfolding events right now, tomorrow." 

Harry would still defeat the Troll even without Ron who was his friend and Hermione that he need to save in the Girl's Bathroom. 

...........

" It's Horrible!! The troll's head is decapitated! It was said that there are several lacerations, cuts and burns from it's corpse. The Older students have said that it looks so disgusting!! " Hannah said in between her breaths. 

" Could we not Talk about it in the Morning? " Justin asked and Hannah apologized. I sighed and sent Justin a thankful glance. I wouldn't have Appétite to eat if Hannah keep describing the gruesome description of the Troll's tragic ending. On the night of Hallow's eve, Professor Minerva and Professor Snape didn't manage to find the trace of the Troll in the Dungeons or Halls. But before the lessons have started, the older students has suddenly found the troll's corpse in the 2nd floor corridors. 

Everyone was wondering what happened and Student's started thinking of different conspiracy ideas and theories. Through some student's were wondering why are the Slytherin table was throwing Harry Potter suspicious glances. Within the vicinity of his seat, there were vacant chairs. They were avoiding him other than Draco who was currently in his 'Fanboy' and 'Chatterbox' Mode. Their 'Culprit' on the other hand was calmly eating his breakfast. 

While I am currently looking at the Slytherin table, it also happened that Harry was looking at the Hufflepuff table. It was maybe some coincidence that he was specifically looking at my direction, and happened to move his lips silently mouthing his words and smiled, before returning on eating his breakfast. 

It was just a coincidence... and I also didn't understand what he said. I don't have lip reading skills. 

{ System can I ask what did Harry Potter said? } 

[ Since it was amusing, I would gladly do you a favor. ]

{Thanks.}   

 I was thankful that the system is still cooperative and willing to listen to me in some ways.

[ Here is the silent words that Harry Potter said..] 

I smiled when I heard the familiar sound of the System. 

[ It's not your turn yet. Wait Until the Six Year.] 

I think that the System got the wrong translation. 

[ Are you satisfied with the translation.] 

{System, you are clearly toying with me!!} 

[Pathetic.] 

There's no way that those ominous words is what Harry Potter have said. Those words was also directed to someone and it can't be me. I can't also understand it.

This is a journey of an unfortunate high schooler who was dragged into a Ridiculous Situation by the System.

[Take it or Die.]

His life was at stake he have no choice but put up with the System. It sounded simple as first, do some task and act his Role as a character wholeheartedly but what the heck?!

He doesn't want to live in a Fanfiction!!


Warnings: Cliche things about the Fanfiction Fandoms

Note: English isn't my first language. Please expect that there would be wrong grammar, sentences and typos.

Slow pace story and the flow of story depends on my mood and inspiration. 

I'm just a newbie writer and this is the very first fanfiction that I've written here in web novel. I'm sorry if the Story is shitty and other things like that. If you're looking for a decent story, this isn't the Fanfiction for you. 

Suggestions on how to write a good fanfiction is welcome. I may ended up in the hospital if comments on how I suck on writing fanfiction continues. Well, it was painful for my heart to read but I will bear with writing and try to update everyday. 


Story clues:

Act 1: Harry Potter- 'Surviving' as Ron Weasley

Act 2: Naruto- I'm just an Oblivious Civilian.. I'm not seeing Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke so close together and so OP!

Act 3: High School Dxd- I don't care what happened... The hell why is there two Protagonist fighting for the Harem?! 

Act 4: Fairy Tail- Sorry I've never heard of you.. 
Act 5: Assassination Classroom + (spoiler crossover) - I thought that everything would happen like it was supposed to be but the system pulled a Mafia! 

Act 6: Swort Art- There was a Random NPC.. 

Act 7: Fate....

Harry's life consisted of a series of unlikely events. Faced with basilisks, Dark Lords, and killing curses, the only certainty to be had was that he would never be normal. So while Harry had dared to hope that once Voldemort was defeated, peace would follow, it was inevitable that the opposite turned out to be the case.

The idea of Pureblood Superiority did not die alongside Voldemort. The Death Eaters remained in control of the Ministry and, in the chaos following the Dark Lord's defeat, managed to free those who had been captured during the battle at Hogwarts. They quickly made their power felt, passing dozens of laws supporting purebloods and suppressing Muggle rights. The Death Eater regime met with little resistance from the public; their bigoted beliefs were popular and had gained legitimacy over the previous year. Those who would have protested had already been silenced. Only a handful of witches and wizards joined the Order in fighting back, but those who did were vilified, hunted down and even killed by the Ministry.

Harry, his friends, the DA, and the Order found themselves alone in their fight against an entire society. There was simply no way for them to win; for three years after Voldemort's death they continued their futile struggle, losing too many good people with nothing to show for it. The Death Eaters' control over the Ministry was unshakeable, Hogwarts was a school for the Dark Arts, and there were only a handful of Muggleborns in Britain left alive.

After the capture and execution of eleven Order members, among them Neville Longbottom and George Weasley, the small group of survivors finally admitted to themselves what had been obvious for years - they had lost the war. The remaining Order and DA members, along with their families, decided to leave Britain and restart their lives far away from the memories of death and bloodshed. They scattered across the globe, no more than a handful going to any one place as a precaution against their locations being discovered. Seamus, Dean and Ginny picked Canada; Andromeda took Teddy and moved to Romania with Charlie Weasley (a pairing which raised a few eyebrows); and Arthur and Molly decided to travel to Brazil for a second honeymoon and to recover from losing yet another of their sons. Eventually Harry, Hermione and Ron were the only ones left on British soil.

"Sure you don't want to come with us, mate?" Ron asked again. "Maybe you and Ginny could-"

"No, Ron." Harry shook his head. His relationship with Ginny was over for good and while he would miss Ron and Hermione, he was firm on not going to Australia with them to join the search for Hermione's parents.

"I just don't get why not," Ron said.

"It's not too late to change your mind, you know," Hermione added.

Harry sighed. "I told you. The Death Eaters won't stop hunting me and I don't want my presence putting you two in danger." That wasn't his only reason, but it was the one he thought they'd accept.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione lunged forward and smothered him in a hug. "You never change, do you?"

"Well, I'm taller than when we first met," Harry joked as he hugged her back.

Ron snorted. "Not by much. You're still a midget compared to me."

The three friends grinned at each other. The nature of their friendship may have changed over the years - an inevitable result of fighting a war and Ron and Hermione starting a relationship - but some things stayed the same.

"Take care of yourself, Harry," Hermione said fretfully, no doubt picturing all the trouble Harry could get into if left to his own devices. "Oh dear, maybe we should stay…"

Ron groaned and rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

"I'll be fine," Harry said. "You should go, Hermione. Find your parents, settle down, marry Ron and have a dozen red-haired children."

"Well if you insist…" Hermione gave him a wobbly smile and dried her eyes. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," Harry said. "Good luck, both of you. Name your first son after me, yeah?"

Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder. "That's a promise, mate."

Moments later Ron and Hermione disapparated, leaving Harry standing alone in the entrance hall of the Order headquarters.

If he were brutally honest with himself, Harry knew there was nothing left for him here in Britain. Yet he couldn't bring himself to leave it all behind. How had it come to this? How had everything gone wrong? How had he fulfilled the Prophecy, but lost the war? He obsessed over every wrong decision and missed opportunity, trying to find answers.

Surely he or Dumbledore or someone could have chosen a different path and prevented such a terrible outcome. Surely there was something he could still do, some way to keep fighting, some strategy he'd overlooked. That was the real reason Harry had decided not to join his friends - for him the war wasn't over yet. He simply couldn't imagine happily living his life somewhere far away, complete with a wife, children and a white picket fence, while Voldemort's followers ruled Britain.

Instead he had decided to stay in Grimmauld Place and to wait for any chance of bringing down the Ministry. His self-imposed isolation was mostly spent practicing spells he found in the Black library and drinking too much – while always hearing Hermione's voice in his head nagging him to put down the firewhisky and sober up. The loneliness and sheer tedium were almost too much to take, but forays into the muggle world kept him sane and gave him a sense of purpose. That was one thing he could still do – save as many Muggleborns as possible.

He kept watch for any rumours of magic and occasionally managed to find young children who had yet to be identified and arrested by Snatchers for the ludicrous crime of 'stealing magic'. Harry visited the families and got them out of the country, either through honest persuasion or the use of compulsion spells. Each life saved renewed his determination to stay.

The news he managed to get from stolen copies of the Daily Prophet suggested that the Ministry had abandoned its search for the so-called criminal Order members. The bounty on Harry's head was cut in half and then halved again, with the Death Eaters seemingly deciding that he was no longer important. Harry even began entertaining the idea that he might manage to survive long enough to see Ron, Hermione and his other friends again one day.

Which was what made the attack, when it came, so very unexpected.

Harry didn't know who killed him. All he heard was a voice crying out "Avada Kedavra" while his back was turned, not giving him enough time to even draw the Elder Wand from his pocket. Nor did he have any idea how his attacker had found him as travelled in the crowded Muggle underground. The truth behind his murder would have to remain yet another unsolved mystery it seemed, as upon opening his eyes he found himself lying flat on his back in the middle of a ghostly Kings Cross Station. He was dead - again.

Harry scrambled to his feet and cautiously looked around. Thick fog swirled through the platform, making it hard to see anything, but after a while he spotted a small figure approaching through the white mist. It wasn't Dumbledore this time, perhaps because Harry - unfairly or otherwise - blamed most of the war's disastrous outcome on his old Headmaster. Instead he found himself faced with an over-excited House-Elf.

"Oh Harry Potter, sir! You has arrived!" Dobby exclaimed loudly, his voice echoing along the empty platform. "Dobby is so glad to be seeing the great and noble Harry Potter once again!"

"Er… hello, Dobby," Harry said, staring down at the small being he hadn't seen in over three years. The elf was just as he remembered him, wearing mismatched socks, a yellow and purple striped scarf around his neck, and a bright red tea-cosy as a hat. Overwhelmed with affection for the odd being, Harry knelt down on the hard tiled floor and hugged him. "Thanks, Dobby," Harry said. "Thank you so much for everything."

"No need to be thanking Dobby, Harry Potter sir!" The elf's ears flapped wildly as he bounced on his toes. "Dobby is proud of having protected sir and his Grangy and Wheezy."

Harry slowly stood back up. "You're a great friend, Dobby."

Death seemed to have calmed the elf somewhat, since Harry's words didn't cause him to burst into tears of happiness. His already manic smile became even wider and his bouncing more energetic, but he otherwise contained himself. "Dobby is not having much time, Harry Potter! Dobby must be giving you a message before you is leaving."

Harry frowned. "I suppose that means I'm still not completely dead then." It was ridiculous - he'd been hit by three killing curses in his short twenty-something years of life and not a one of them had worked. Not that Harry wanted to die, of course, but he didn't like there being yet another reason for him to be considered a freak. If this was the consequence of mastering all three Hallows, Harry wished he had destroyed the things while he'd had the chance.

"Harry Potter's mind is being very much alive," Dobby told him, "but Harry Potter's body is most dead. The bad wizard is chanting nasty spells and burning it."

"Huh." Harry puzzled over Dobby's words. "They seem to have learned something from the last time, then. Does that mean I can't go back? Not that I'd be likely to live long, what with the bounty on my head and everything, but I'd like to spend more time with my friends…"

"Harry Potter cannot go back, but he cannot yet go on," Dobby said. "Harry Potter must go to a new world, where he can die properly!"

Harry was overwhelmed by what he was hearing, but understood enough to be angry at the injustice of it all. "What? Are you honestly telling me I have to be killed all over again! I've already died twice, isn't that enough?"

"Not killed!" Dobby's tennis-ball eyes grew even wider. "Never killed. Dobby is wanting Harry Potter to be safe and happy and wrinkled!"

"Wrinkled? You mean old?"

Dobby nodded enthusiastically. "Very wrinkled!"

"Well, dying of old age doesn't sound like such a bad plan," Harry said slowly, needing time to adjust to the idea. He had long ago been forced to give up such hopes, with his lightning bolt scar meaning he might as well have had a bulls-eye painted on his forehead. "But what's this about a new world? Sounds dodgy."

Dobby looked hesitant all of a sudden.

"Yes?" Harry prompted, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Considering that Dobby's idea of a good plan involved Harry's near expulsion from Hogwarts and a fifty foot drop after being knocked off a broom, any hint of caution from the elf had to be a very bad sign.

"It is being another world, Harry Potter sir, one without the great Harry Potter in it!"

"Why, what happened to me?" Harry had heard Hermione debate the existence of alternate worlds on occasion, but he'd never believed there could actually be other versions of him running around. It was a disconcerting idea and one Harry wasn't too pleased to find out was true. It meant there could be countless Harrys in innumerable worlds - he wondered if they all suffered from the same bad luck as he did.

"Harry Potter is being killed in a car crash when he is being five years old, Harry Potter sir," Dobby informed him, a sad look on his pointy face. Then he brightened up considerably. "But no Harry Potter means that Harry Potter sir can join world and live there instead!"

Apparently the Potter luck really was inescapable. Harry found it tragically ironic that his counterpart had died from what he'd grown up thinking had killed his parents. "So I'm supposed to take the place of a young me?" Harry asked after working out who all the Harry Potters mentioned were.

"Oh no, only if sir is wishing it," Dobby said. "Time is moving slower there, so Harry Potter sir is being ten years old when he arrives – as old as Harry Potter is being if he had lived - and can become anybody he wishes. No one is suspecting sir, since other Harry Potter is dying many years before."

"So I'll be starting Hogwarts and everything, but I don't actually have to tell people I'm Harry Potter," Harry checked. Dobby nodded eagerly, clasping his bony hands together in delight. "Back to the year nineteen ninety one, a proper fresh start…" Harry couldn't help but be tempted by the prospect. "No more Boy-Who-Lived or Undesirable Number One…"

"Then Harry Potter is accepting?"

Harry frowned and held up a hand to stop Dobby saying anything more. "Hang on a moment. If I can accept, doesn't that mean I can decline?"

"If Harry Potter is saying no then he is staying as a ghost forever and ever and ever!" Dobby looked distraught at the very idea. "Harry Potter sir is never going Onwards, never going on his next great adventure!"

"Oh," Harry said. The thought of never joining all those who had died – his friends, family, Sirius – was a most unwelcome one. No matter how unsure he felt over travelling to a strange and unfamiliar world, he knew it had to be the better choice. "There has to be some catch, though. I mean, what's wrong with the world I'll be sent to? I'm sure there's something."

"It is being similar to sir's old world. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still lurking and Professor Trelawney is still telling future, but Harry Potter will also be seeing many differences. Dobby is not allowed to tell, Dobby must be keeping secrets. Dobby is sorry!"

"That's all right," Harry said hurriedly, seeing that the elf was on the verge of busting into tears. He might not know exactly what mess he'd just got himself into, but he'd figure things out as he always did. "At least I know for sure it's not all going to be sunshine and roses. It'll give me a chance to prepare."

"So Harry Potter sir is saying yes?" Dobby nervously fiddled with the ends of his multi-coloured scarf. "Harry Potter must hurry, almost being no time left to decide."

"Well… all right, I suppose I'll accept," Harry said after a long pause. He'd wanted a chance to win the war and a new world would give him that – there was nothing left for him here. "So long as you promise me that the next time I die, I'll stay dead."

The elf nodded solemnly. "Dobby is promising."

"Well then, I suppose this is good bye for now." Harry smiled down at his small friend. "Take care of yourself, Dobby."

"Good bye, Harry Potter," Dobby said, and snapped his fingers. With a loud crack that echoed down the empty platform, Harry disappeared. His last thought was that Dumbledore had been right about one thing - death really was the next great adventure.

not my novel I uploaded it here so I can listen to it on the audiobook feature all credit goes to the original author

The month before hogwarts was quite hectic for Harry. During this month Harry visited Diagon Alley several times under disguise. At first he visited Gringotts and made an appointment with the senior Potter accounts manager Griphook. During this visit he learned that the Potter family has two main vaults and his trust vault is filled yearly by taking money from these two vaults. He also learned that the Potter family has shares in many muggle and magical businesses all around the world. Due to this the Potter family has a steady income rate. Harry also learned that his parents have a will which he will be eligible to hear on his twelfth birthday. Unfortunately Harry cannot take anything out of his main vault unless it is stipulated in his parents will. He will also have to wait till his seventeenth birthday to claim lordship of his house. This was rather unfortunate as Harry was looking forward to reading the Potter family grimoire. As one of the most ancient and noble houses in magical Britain the Potter family was a goldmine of magical knowledge. The Potter family also has several properties and estates all around the world. Main of which is the Potter castle located in Scotland and a private island in the Pacific. Both the island and the castle are unplottable and the castle is under heavy wards. While these wards may not be as strong as the ones at hogwarts they are strong enough to hold off a full scale attack until the inhabitants can retreat to safety. Currently Harry was sitting in his room and preparing to summon the Potter families head elf.
Harry : Charles!
There was a pop sound and then stood before Harry a well groomed elf wearing a butlers uniform with the Potters crest on it. Charles bowed in front of Harry and said in a respectful tone,
Charles : Head elf of The most ancient and noble house of Potter greets young master Harry Potter. How can I serve you milord.
Harry : Greetings Charles can you please tell me how many elves are currently under the service of the Potter family and the current situation of the Potter estates.
Charles : Certainly milord. There are currently 50 house elves including myself in the service of the Potter family. The Potter estates are all being managed by the house elves and I am personally overseeing the maintenance of Potter castle.
Harry : Don't house elves need to bond with a wizard to sustain themselves ? How are all of you alive for all of these years.
Charles : We Potter elves are bonded to the family milord. We  are automatically bonded to the head of house or the last heir which is you.
Harry : How come you never came to ensure whether or not I was safe for all of these years ?
Charles : I am truly very sorry milord. I tried every possible method to find but you were hidden under very strong blood wards. The only reason I could find you today was due to the reason that you called me by name.
Harry : It's not your fault so no need to blame yourself. And please call me Harry.
Charles : Thank you for your kindness milord. But I'm afraid that I can never allow myself to call you by your name. My dignity as the head elf will not allow it.
Harry : *sigh* Very well call me sir then if you must. I have some tasks for you Charles. First of all I need you to assign a personal house elf to me. 
Charles snaps his fingers and another elf pops into my room wearing the same butler uniform as Charles but the crest on his uniform is located on the sleeve of his left arm while Charles has it on the breast pocket. 
Charles : This is Duffy sir, he will take care of your personal needs.
I turn to Duffy and say, 
Harry : It's nice to meet you Duffy I'm Harry Potter.
Duffy jumps excitedly and says,
Duffy : It is my honour to be the personal elf of Harry Potter sir. I will not let you down sir.
I smile and nod. Then I turn to Charles and say,
Harry : Secondly Charles I need you to make this room bigger and more comfortable and also put some locks in place so that no muggle can enter this room without my permission even while I'm away.
Charles : It shall be done overnight sir.
Harry : Thank you Charles, that will be all for now. You can take your leave. If anything urgent arises than you can find me in hogwarts.
Charles gives me another bow and leaves with a pop. I turn to Duffy and address him 
Harry : Duffy do you have any way to conceal yourself.
Duffy gives me a nod and says,
Duffy : Don't worry Harry Potter sir. Duffy will only be seen when you want him to .
Harry : Excellent Duffy. Can you please bring me some snacks for now.
-Scene Break -
The day before the start of term Harry approaches uncle Vernon and asks him to take me to Kings Cross Station. He just gives him a stiff nod and doesn't say anything. The next day Harry's carrying his trunk and Hedwig's cage in a trolley and arrive in front of the barrier dividing platforms nine and ten. The Dursley's are wondering how Harry intends to get onto platform nine and three - quarters. Harry doesn't say anything to them and breaks into a run. Just as he was about to crash into the barrier he disappeared from view. The Dursley's just stood still with shocked faces until Vernon finally said,
Vernon: Nutters the lot of them.
- Scene Break -
A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts' Express, eleven o'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
Harry boarded the train and kept walking until he found an empty compartment. He placed his trunk above and place Hedwig's cage in the seat beside him and thought about his plans in hogwarts. Harry wasn't going to be the meek and shy Harry Potter from canon. He was going to stand out and use his fame when the need arises. He also decided that he wasn't going to befriend Ron. He didn't have time for jealous parts with inferiority complexes. He was going to have to use a wait and see approach with Hermione though. Harry was brought out of his thoughts when a girl with brown hair and a cheery smile stuck her head into his cabin and asked if she and her friend could sit here. Harry gave a nod and she entered the cabin behind her entered the most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen. She had long wavy blonde hair and shining blue eyes. On her face was a mask of indifference but in her eyes Harry could see the excitement every child has when going to hogwarts for the first time. All in all she had a Ice - queen aura around her. Harry already knew who these two were but not wanting to give himself away he introduced himself. He turned to Daphne and said,
Harry : Hello. My name is Harry Potter.
Daphne's mask slipped for a moment at the revelation but she quickly slipped it back on with practiced ease. She took my offered hand and said ,
Daphne : Daphne Greengrass.
Harry brought her hand to his face and kissed her knuckles with his lips in a formal greeting and said, 
Harry : Pleasure to meet you Ms. Greengrass.
Daphne blushed a bit and Harry couldn't honestly blame her. Currently Harry looked very cute. His hair was cut in a way that while not as wild as in canon it still looked like it was in the wind a while ago. Harry had also visited a magical optician on one of his trips to Diagon Alley and he had managed fix his eyesight. So currently Harry gave of an aura of confidence wearing white trainers, blue jeans, a white shirt and a black leather jacket and his emerald green eyes in sight for all to see.
He then turned to her friend Tracy Davies and greeted her in the same way. Afterwards he sat back down in his seat and initiated conversation with the two. After a few minutes of polite full conversation Tracy finally asked the question that had obviously been plaguing her mind this whole time,
Tracy : If you don't mind me asking Harry where have you been this whole time.
Harry just smiled calmly and said ,
Harry : I don't mind Tracy. As for the answer to your question I was raised by my relatives in the muggle world.
Both Tracy and Daphne looked shocked at that but recovered quickly. They then continued to talk as the train left the station for their home for the years to come.

This a story where a prodigy from Earth gets transmigrated this to Harry Potter and fucks up canon according to his wishes. #OP MC # NO HAREM # HARRY X DAPHNE.

"Why did you attack Harry with a bludger?" asked Evan
"What do you mean by that Evan!"
Harry became angry once more, "Were you trying to kill me with the bludger?"
"I would never kill sir!" said Dobby, "Dobby was trying to save Harry Potter's life, you are better hurt than staying here."
"Dobby wanted to hurt you enough so you would go back home!" said Dobby with a little fear, "But Dobby failed, Harry Potter's friend attacked Dobby with a spell, so Dobby had to suspend the magic."
"Luckily Evan attacked you." said Harry angrily, "Otherwise, I would most likely be sent home."
"I wish Harry Potter knew!" said Dobby with tears rolling down his face on to his tattered pillowcase, "I wish he knew how much he meant to our humble, enslaved race in the wizarding world! Before the one who must not be named was defeated, we house-elves were treated like pests!"
Evan listened to Dobby and the tragedy that house elves are, he felt awful, he also saw Hermione's brow become even more wrinkled.
"Of course, they still mistreat us." said Dobby as he wiped his tears on his pillowcase, "But on the whole, our lives have improved greatly since Harry Potter defeated the one who must not be named. This was the light in the dark for the ones who thought the dark days would never end, Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope within the dark."
"But is this any way to repay your benefactor?"
"Harry Potter doesn't understand, terrible things are about to transpire. Dobby can't leave Harry Potter here because history will repeat itself since the Chamber of Secrets is open once more…."
"You said the Chamber of Secrets?" shouted Harry and Hermione in unison.
Then Dobby apparated to a desk and begun fiercely inflicting pain on to himself, but Evan soon stopped Dobby's self-harm.
"Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby, Very bad Dobby" muttered Dobby
"How much do you know about what's in the Chamber of Secrets?" asked Hermione eagerly.
"Why am I in danger, I am not Muggle-born?" asked Harry
"Dobby cannot say anymore, don't ask more, don't overthink it!" stammered Dobby
"In short, people are plotting things, things that will put Harry Potter and his friends in danger, Harry Potter must not stay here. Please go home, Harry Potter! Go home, Harry Potter! You must not meddle in this matter; they are too dangerous!"
"Who opened the Chamber of Secrets?  Who's plotting the conspiracy?"
"I cannot say more, I absolutely cannot say more" Screamed Dobby loudly, "Go home, Harry Potter, Go Home Harry Potter,"
"I can't go, I'll stay here and not go anywhere. Two of my best friends are Muggle-born, Evan, and Hermione, and if the Chamber of secrets is really open then they will…."
"Harry Potter is willing to risk his life for his friends! How noble, how brave!" Cried Dobby with sadness and joy but he must make Harry and his friends go home.
Evan suddenly had a bad feeling, he saw that Dobby stretched out his finger, everything in the classroom trembled.
"What are you doing, Dobby?" said Evan as he pulled out his wand
"Harry Potter and his friends must be sent home, even if Dobby is punished, I do not care!" said Dobby as he waved his fingers forward causing the tables and chairs to shoot out at the three.
It was truly spectacular; it was like arrows raining down on them. Harry and Hermione were petrified, they didn't understand how a pitiful and humble, little house elf became so terrifying.
"Protego!"
Evan's wand shot out a red light and hit a table that was flying toward them causing it to bounce backward and crash.
"Don't just stand there, this is serious!"
After hearing Evan, Harry and Hermione pulled out their wand and started casting spells.
But this didn't work, over eighty chairs and tables were under Dobby's control, they were surrounded by them, the three young wizards casting spells didn't even manage to open a gap so they could not rush out.
A few seconds later, the three people were pushed tightly together, gasping for breath, casting so many spells were taking its toll on them, they looked like they had just run a marathon.
"Dobby stop, you are going to kill us," begged Hermione
"Harry Potter must leave Hogwarts, and there is no alternative to this," said Dobby as he stared at them with his big eyes, "Promise, sir, promise you will leave, or you will be hurt and sent home."
Evan never thought Dobby's request would be so lethal. There was no doubt in his mind when Harry refused, the table and chairs would fly over and hit them in the next second.
If you get hit, it is not as simple as being hurt.
"He's crazy, what should we do?"
"This is the Defence against the Dark arts classroom, maybe Professor Lockhart will hear the sound and come running to help us," said Hermione with great anticipation.
"I would rather Snape!"
"Please, go home, Harry Potter. You cannot stay at Hogwarts this year because of the plot," said Dobby once more in a shrill voice.
"Damn it, who orchestrated this plot? Who let this Crazy house elf out?" gasped Harry
Evan had a bright idea and shouted, "It's Malfoy, it's Lucious Malfoy who sent you, right?"
All the tables and chairs fell to the ground with a bang, Evan's words seemed to have frightened Dobby.
"Do not mention the name of master, Dobby revealed the secret of master's family, Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby!"
Dobby picked up a chair and started to intensely beat himself with it and disappeared from the three's sight.
Evan, Harry, and Hermione looked at each other before they hurriedly ran out of Defence of the Dark arts classroom before Dobby had the chance to come back.

Disclaimer I did not create or own this novel I have helped smooth out some of the translation but this story was created by 喵星人家的汪

I am only putting this on here because I enjoyed it myself and thought others might want to give it a read as well.

His heart being pierced open?
Burned to death with Fiendfyre?
Ivan couldn't help but shudder thinking about the tragic experience that might happen if someone knew, so he started trying hard to retrieve the memory of the original body.
He didn't know if it was because of the reincarnation or something else, but the memories seemed to be shattered and hidden in the depths of his mind, letting Ivan want to break his head on the table.
"Damn it, if only I could remember more memories," Ivan muttered to himself with a headache. It seems that before the end of the semester, he must learn to fix his mind with Occlumency, and then find a way to use the pensieve in the principal's office to sort his memories, otherwise, it is very likely to get help. In other words, Ivan doesn't even know where his home is now...
There is no one who can help him.
"Harry Potter!"
Just as Ivan was thinking about how to get into the forbidden area in the library and learn to control his mind, Professor McGonagall's high voice drew Ivan's attention back to the sorting ceremony.
It's not just Ivan. At this moment, all the wizards and professors turned their eyes to the stage, like a repeat of when Ivan took the stage, but obviously, Ivan's little specialty is naturally incomparable with the prestige of the savior.
As a thin and cramped little wizard with glasses came onto the stage, there was warm applause from below, and the third-year Gryffindors next to Ivan were all red with their neck to their face, staring fiercely. Looking at the forehead that was covered by a little hair, they seemed to expect to see the lightning-bolt scar.
"Harry Potter? Is she talking about Harry Potter?"
"My mother said he defeated the Dark Lord when he was born!"
"I wish he could be assigned to Gryffindor!"
Ivan also followed the crowd and applauded from his seat, otherwise, it would be too unorthodox.
Of course, Ivan also thinks that this is the glory that Harry deserves. After all, Harry's miserable life of being bullied in childhood stems from the death of his parents.
Had it not been for the protection magic that Lily Potter launched at the expense of her life, that caused the mighty Voldemort to lose his power, the magic world does not know how many more people would have died...
When they heard that Harry Potter was about to enter Gryffindor, the wizards in the seats got more excited. The Weasley twins hugged each other in excitement and shouted. "Potter! We got Potter!" The applause from Slytherin was much lighter.
Especially the Slytherin head of the house who was leaning on the front row, after hearing the Sorting Hat say that Harry had refused to enter Slytherin, his complexion was a bit unpleasant.
Ivan silently saw everything in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, knowing that it was because Harry's savior's aura was still there. After a while, everyone discovered that apart from the title, Harry Potter was just an ordinary little wizard, I'm afraid I don't care so much.
Ivan murmured in his heart, but raised his eyes and glanced at Dumbledore, who was looking at Harry with a smile, and suddenly felt that the Slytherin head's concern was right. After all, the Headmaster helped the savior a lot, and the others didn't say anything. At least the House Cup Slytherin this year could not even think about it.
Seeing Harry walking down the stage, Gryffindor's prefect Percy Weasley could not wait to shake hands with Harry that almost the moment Harry stepped off the stage he ran towards him. Most People have also vacated their positions next to each other one after another, seemingly wishing to have a good chat with the savior.
Even George and Fred ran to join in the fun, and Ivan's side suddenly became empty.
Ivan didn't mean to join in the fun. He was enjoying the big meal in front of him without regard to anything. They all said that the food in Britain was authentic black cuisine, but the food at Hogwarts was unexpectedly good. Ivan thinks this may be related to the fact that Hogwarts food is cocked by house elves, rather than British wizards.
Vaguely, Ivan seemed to feel someone staring at him, and when he looked up, he saw Dumbledore staring at him with his bright silver eyes.
Ivan didn't have the slightest stage fright, and after smiling at Dumbledore pretending to be well-behaved and shy, he put a large piece of cake into his mouth in one bite and swallowed it.
Maybe it's because Ivan is full of food, or maybe just on a whim Dumbeldore smiled back, and then the greatest wizard of the time turned his gaze to other places.
After the Sorting Ceremony was over, there was still plenty of time for the wizards to eat. Ivan ate enough to no longer eat anything, and Dumbledore waved his wand to remove the leftovers.
The food filled with food disappeared without a trace, just as it had suddenly appeared before.
This magic the upper-year wizard had seen it many times and they have long become familiar with it, but for Ivan, who has really experienced magic for the first time, it is still very new.
Dumbledore stood up slowly at this time, everyone's eyes also focused on the stage following Dumbledore's actions.
"Ha, since we are all fed and drunk, let me say a few more words. I am going to post a few starts of the semester announcements."
Dumbledore's voice echoed in the hall, his eyes swept over the new students standing under the stage, and then he looked at Brother Weasley.
"New students should pay special attention, the woods on the school ground is strictly prohibited for students to enter. I think this point should also be kept in mind by some senior students."
"Our caretaker, Mr. Filch, wants me to remind you that you are not allowed to use magic in the hallway between classes."
"The Quidditch trials will be conducted in the second week..."
After briefly emphasizing the rules that exist in each semester, Dumbledore paused briefly and raised his tone again.
"Finally, I must warn you that people who do not want to die tragically should not go to the third-floor corridor on the right-wing this year!"
Ivan couldn't help but complain about Dumbledore's fishing remarks after listening.
Dumbeldore said how dangerous it was, but didn't reveal other news, or even why you couldn't go there, with a mysterious look. How could this make some wizards who are full of curiosity to bear it?
Sure enough, Dumbledore's stern warning didn't seem to have had its due effect. A few new students even laughed indifferently, but the senior students showed serious expressions.
Of course, this does not include the two Weasley brothers. The two are discussing something secretly. Ivan guessed that they might go to the corridor, which could make everyone look tragic, to take a look.
It's just that Ivan felt that before that, Dumbledore would talk to them in person in advance, or let caretaker Filch focus on them, lest they do something...

Others who reincarnated and went to  Hogwarts were reincarnated into babies and were well prepared, but sadly  Ivan reincarnated directly to the venue of the sorting ceremony.

He has learned black magic before? His home in a dark magic shop in Knockoff Alley? His mother is an evil dark wizard?

Ivan was worried that his identity will be exposed when he returned home in the future, or that he would be skinned and boned, he gained the ability to fuse with the blood of a magical creature.

Why did Dumbledore get help from the Phoenix so often? What is the truth behind Voldemort’s snake-like face?

The shadow of the unicorn that transforms from dreams to reality, the pupil of the petrified basilisk, the power of the phoenix that controls flames… In the process of collecting blood, a different magical world has been revealed in front of Ivan.
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