In the World of Harry Potter as a Metamorphmagus and my own House inputted into the Harry Potter world. Unique magic to my House not originally in Harry Potter, And some powers from other places.

I DONOT OWN HARRY POTTER

The first year chapters will be similar to Death's Champion which is an Harry Potter Fanfiction. Harry travels to an Au where Neville is the Boy Who Lived

Obviously, many basic magic theories and foundations in the world of Harry Potter were similar to those in Diablo 2.
In fact, the two classes that used magic in Diablo had more official names. The necromancers were also called wizards while sorceresses were called witches (In the original version, there were only sorceresses and no sorcerers).
Although the two worlds had lots of differences, the basics and foundations were similar.
Even the materials for making magic wands were similar. In Diablo, necromancers usually used yew wands. Likewise, in Harry potter, yew wood was the main material in many magic wands.
Clearly, people had found that these two worlds were structured on the same system, which was why Jun Yangzi and the other artifact masters tried to obtain inspirations about the basic magic theories by watching this movie.
The amazing fantasy world, which was totally different from that of Diablo, was an extra bonus for them, let alone the fact that they could learn a lot of basic knowledge of magic and alchemy while enjoying the movie.
"Look! They fly by riding on brooms! Hahaha! It's funny!"
"Sir, how come people fly this way." While walking behind Mr. Fang, Jiang Xiaoyue burst into laughter.
All in all, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone gave them a cheerful and lively mood. Harry Potter's journey to Hogwarts to study magic with friends and the many adventures in this fantasy world were fun to watch. Even when Harry Potter fought Professor Quirrell, who was controlled by Voldemort, the viewers felt anxious but not depressed.
In their eyes, although the wizards and witches also used spiritual spells, could fly, and had long lifespans, they were not like cultivators.
While the cultivators aimed at going beyond their limit and achieving Dao, the wizard and witches were more like scholars who aimed to expand their knowledge and better understand the truth of the world by increasing their lifespan.
That was why they had schools, professors, and researchers. They also had different departments and houses with different systems of knowledge.
The whole movie didn't make them show any extremely powerful strength, but it wasn't important. Since they had deep knowledge, the items and things that they were researching greatly benefited these powerful cultivators; that was enough,
While they were expectant of young Harry Potter's growth, they wondered what other magical things would appear. For example, at the beginning of the movie, the old headmaster seemed to have used a spell that achieved teleportation. If the Philosopher's Stone could extend one's life and even give people eternal life, they wondered if the stone could be created in the real world.
After finishing the movie, they were all eager to watch the sequels.
Without them noticing it, the pleasant tour in the fantasy world ended in cheers and laughter, and many people felt like their moods were lifted.
"How was it?"
"Is the movie good?"
The moment they finished watching the movie, they found many questions in [Mr. Fang's Group Tour] group chat in QQ. Obviously, the others estimated that they would be done by this time and now came out with questions.
Liu Ningyun: [Were you all watching it? Can you tell us how it is? 😁]
Mo Xian: [The name alone sounds weird. Is it good?]
Song Qingfeng: [While the shop owner was out watching the movie, I took this opportunity to play the King of Fighters (Akita Inu's fawning smile). It's cool.]
Nalan Hongwu, [Can anyone tell me about it? I plan to watch it later.]
Huangpu Tao was a bit late today, and he was puzzled while he read these messages. What is it? What are you talking about? What is good?
"…"
Seeing the messages jumping in the group chat, the people who had just finished watching the movie were surprised. "So many messages?"
[This movie is super fun! 😁 There is a spiritual spell which can turn any object into a pig. There are also a group of wizards who fly on brooms. It's super fun! (Husky's cute face)] Jiang Xiaoyue posted her comment soon.
[There are many interesting spiritual spells!] Yuexin added, [I highly recommend it.]
[Anyway, I didn't see any powerful spiritual spells yet, but their study and understanding on some of the things are deeper than ours.] Xue Daolv's comment was to the point. [If you want to try it, you won't be disappointed.]
[Superb! It's super fun!] Ye Xiaoye was the most active one in the group chat.
Jun Yangzi: [I recommend this movie to all the artifact masters who are studying runewords and magic instillation and cultivators who want to dive deeper into the magic system. There are lots of fundamental stuff, and it's explained in detail.]
Of course, it was detailed. After all, the professors taught the knowledge in the classroom!
[Anyone who's interested in longevity can watch it.] Ning Bi joined the fun. [It's said that the Philosopher's Stone can give people permanent youth.]
[It doesn't mean you won't die though.] Mr. Fang gave them a friendly reminder. [They can still be killed. 🤣]
[They have such a thing?!] Nalan Hongwu had cold sweat on him. [Is there anyone who is going to study it? I want to extend my life by dozens of years longer…]
Mr. Fang: "…"
[The movie doesn't explain the creation process of the Sorcerer's Stone.] Su Tianji reminded them. [Besides, it needs unicorn's blood. Since we don't have this creature in our world, I'm afraid that we can't make it.]
[Ugh…]
[Can we use horned horses?] Someone asked tentatively.
[Sad. I'm concerned for this species in our world.]
Jun Yangzi: [We can still try it. The unicorn blood can extend life, but anyone who touches it will be cursed. Obviously, the Sorcerer's Stone doesn't curse people, so I guess it wasn't made of unicorn blood.]
Mo Xian: [After hearing your discussion, I have the urge to watch it…]
Ruan Ning: [I recommend people to watch it, if you don't want to be turned into a pig.]
"Master." Liu Ningyun was helping her master, the Xichi Spiritual Master, to level up, and she asked, "Should we go and watch Harry Potter?"
"Harry what?!" The Xichi Spiritual Master looked baffled. Obviously, her age made it hard for her to catch up to the new things. Jade Dynasty was easy to understand for her since that world was similar to the real world.
"It's about a wonderful world of magic," Liu Ningyun explained.
"Really?"
"Master, should we go and watch Harry Potter together?" Mo Xian asked her at this moment.
"Master, should we go and watch Harry Potter?" another disciple asked.
"…"
"Why are you all asking me to watch Harry Potter?" Nonplussed, the Xichi Spiritual Master was pulled to watch the movie by her disciples…
Meanwhile, some cultivators who had just finished the movie held onto small sticks that they took from the counter. "Transfiguration!"
Nothing happened.


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.

"Ahh!!!!!" was the first word that came out of Hua Ming when she fell into a black abyss, a second after she got into a car accident, expecting to get all her bones broken, she started to drift off into the darkness.


"HELLO!!!" she yelled across the dark space, but all of a sudden, a bright light started to cut through the "thicc" darkness
(author: I like the word THICC OK!!, don't judge).


 "ACK, where's the light coming from?!", Hua Ming squinted her eyes to get a better look of where the light was coming from, but she was very startled when she saw the figure emerging from the light, it seemed to be an old man in a white robe, "are you God?!"Hua Ming bursted out in a sceptical voice(AUTHOR: so anyone an "atheist"🤔⚛️?).


 There was then a long moment of awkward-silence, Ming Hua mind: gosh, I wanna run away from this old man, the old man spoke up "so, would you like to transmigrated into my novel?"(author: excuse me! this is MY novel*cough*💢).

 the old man coughed and said in a sorta-similar voice in which Hagrid(from Harry Potter)  told Harry Potter that he was a wizard, Ming Hua mind:did this old man just TRY to make a reference to Harry Potter(author: sorry to all those who aren't Harry Potter fans, sorry... NOT sorry, cause I'm a Harry Potter fan 😜), "Ming Hua you have a choice to make.

Hua Ming 'er is the nerd of transmigration, but when she gets transmigrated as the female lead, not only does she refuse her role from the god of the other world, but she also gains the attention of the badass 21st-century-assasin-typical-transmigration-
 female lead . Fangirling with her crusade of beasts was the type of destiny fated for our nerdy MC. To top it all off, Hua Ming has gotten a great deal of eye candy, so much that she might have cavities. But who will she end up with? pfft, this isn't just about romance, it's about our new born, cliche troupe.

1: When Things Go Wrong (May 24, 2003 to May 27, 2003)


Fudge was a complete moron, a raving mad lunatic. It was utterly insane of him to bring the magical mirror to Hogwarts before getting the obviously enchanted mirror passed for inspection against dangerous curses by the Aurors. In one of his idiotic ideas, he had brought the mirror to Hogwarts to find out the secret of its purpose. He was sure Dumbledore could help divulge the knowledge, and the other professors certainly could help.


The real reason was that the only known person that had the ability to speak parseltongue was Harry. It only made logical sense to Fudge's miniscule intelligence that Harry would help to translate the words of the hissing guardian that was entwined with powerful charms around the frame of the mirror. To Fudge, this was a suitable excuse to reveal the mirror's existence to the rest of the world.


Which was a foolish intention if Fudge's suspicions of what the mirror was turned out to be true, that it was an avenue into the future. It was possibly an invaluable tool against Voldemort, and to bring this to the awareness of the Dark Lord was foolhardy. What in the world was Fudge thinking? Yet, he had somehow managed to convince Dumbledore to let Harry examine it and discover the secrets of the mirror. However, he had allowed Dumbledore to believe that the mirror was safe since the Aurors had checked it, just that they hadn't done it thoroughly. Fudge hadn't given them the chance to before taking the mirror away.


Besides, Fudge could be a convincing bastard at times. His arguments were solid. If the mirror could be made to see the future with Voldemort instead of utterly random possibilities, then they'd have the upper hand. Taking in the consideration that the Aurors had checked the mirror, Dumbledore had consented to allow Harry to check the mirror and interpret whatever the hissing snake guardian was saying.


That had been the big mistake. A terrible mistake because as soon as Harry stood in front of the mirror, the mirror had begun to glow with an unmistakable aura that spoke of immense power. The guardian snake had then begun to hiss and those in the room found themselves blocked off when they tried to approach Harry. When the hissing was over, the snake leapt out of the mirror's frame and pulled Harry in.


It was only when Harry had completely disappeared that whatever had been blocking them the potential rescuers was removed, causing them to stumble to the mirror with absolute shock written all over their features. For Dumbledore to be gobsmacked was terrible as it had caused the usual twinkle in his merry blue eyes to dull with the realization that his golden Gryffindor boy was gone.


It was no surprise to anyone there when Dumbledore turned to Fudge and declared in a voice that rang with power, "FUDGE! You did not tell me everything." There was a heavy pause in the air as he continued, "I knew that there was something that you were keeping from me, but I thought that it was not a matter of security as much as I thought it was some secret of the mirror that you knew that only Harry could decipher. Never would I think that the Minister of Magic would not make sure the mirror was safe before asking a student to examine it!"


Dumbledore was furious; he was so angry in fact that he was making perfect sense. It took all the pomp and dignity of his position to keep Fudge rooted where he was and not running for his life. It wasn't that he feared that the Headmaster would end his existence, but the Weasley boy and the Granger girl were looking murderously at him. After all these years of struggling to keep their best friend safe, the Ministry of Magic got rid of the Boy Who Lived with more ease than Voldemort could breathe!


"I think it would be wise for you to leave," McGonagall stated with a calm that relaxed Fudge slightly until he saw the blazing anger in her eyes. The Gryffindor Head of House might be one of the fairest and strictest professors at Hogwarts but she did have a soft spot where Harry Potter was concerned. "There is nothing you can do to help us here anymore and your presence will only remind us of what disaster you have caused."


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Vigilance you lack, Harry Potter Oh what folly you have fallen in


Little did you know what now will take place


Dementers may be your worst fear


Even they are kind compared to what will come


Mirror, mirror on the wall, what nightmare awaits


Ominous, certainly, and dreadful indeed


Reality is reality in alternate dimensions


There is a reason behind every action.


That was what the snake had hissed out in parseltongue before it had leapt from the frame of the mirror and wrapped itself around Harry's waist and dragged him into the mirror. The fall into the mirror seemed to take forever until he slammed into the ground painfully. It took him a while to get his bearings, but when he did he found he was in the same room that he'd been in previously, Dumbledore's private study.


For a moment, the blind panic he felt slowly ebbed away when he saw a familiar figure cloaked in purple with a long white beard that gave him a grandfatherly look. Oh good, Dumbledore was here. Before he could even ask what was going on, the Headmaster caused his terror to rise up again to the heights it'd been previously, "Who in the world are you and where did you come from?"


There was no twinkling glint in his mentor's eyes and what was even worse, a wand was being pointed at him menacingly and a very annoyed phoenix that had just awoken form a nap was staring down at him. It was then that Harry frantically went back to the words that the serpent had hissed at him before he'd been sucked into the mirror. Several keywords stood out to him: folly, fallen, nightmares, ominous, dreadful, and most of all, alternate dimensions. What the fuck had he gotten into?


"Answer me!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his voice not harsh but demanding.


Harry decided that it'd be best to be truthful. "I am Harry Potter," he answered gently and carefully. "The son of James Potter and Lily Evans," he added as an afterthought since there didn't seem to be an response from Dumbledore. "I attend school..."


"You are not Harry Potter," Dumbledore responded sharply, shaking his head vehemently. "You cannot be Harry Potter because Harry Potter died fourteen years ago at the hands of Lord Voldemort with his parents."


"I am!" Harry cried out desperately, moving closer to the older man while trying to convince him of what he was saying was the truth. What seemed odd to him was that Fawkes had stopped staring hard at him, instead the phoenix closed his eyes and went back to the nap that Harry had interrupted. "Look at me! I am the image of my father, James Potter. Everyone says that I look exactly like my father and that I have my mother's eyes!"


"But you died fourteen years ago," the Headmaster replied but there was a thread of uncertainty in his voice. As he took a closer look at the young boy that had appeared to have fallen into his private study out of nowhere, it was uncanny the resemblance he bore to the deceased James Potter. The blazing emerald of his eyes clearly came from his beautiful mother, Lily Evans. Indeed if Harry Potter had survived, this was exactly how he pictured their son to be.


"I did die in this place," Harry murmured in a softly awed voice, "but I didn't die in my world." It made sense now. Everything clicked together. Alternate dimension was an alternate reality, what happened in a different universe coexisting next to his own. Nightmare, nightmare because he'd died here and if he had died... that meant Lord Voldemort had lived. Nightmare indeed! "I don't know what Voldemort did, but he removed me from my universe and placed me here."


From the puzzled expression on Dumbledore's face, Harry quickly explained his theory on what he thought happened. Then he repeated what the snake had hissed at him and as he did, he knew that Voldemort was behind the entire thing because Dumbledore had keenly pointed out the first letter of every word spelled out V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T. With a heavy sigh Harry remarked, "I never thought alternative dimensions existed."


"Neither did I," Dumbledore chirped in unnecessarily, doing nothing to cheer up the poor boy displaced from his true home. "So in one dimension, you survived Voldemort's killing curse?" Harry nodded. "Interesting," he remarked, "but how?"


It took a while, but Harry finally was able to explain the shortened version of his life story. How he'd somehow managed to survive the Avada Kedavra Curse, how it'd somehow rebounded off of himself- leaving him a distinctive lightning scar and how it all but killed Voldemort. Then he discussed how he grew up with his only remaining relatives, his mother's muggle sister.


Eventually, he got to how he came to Hogwarts and how the Dark Lord was resurrected in his fourth year... and sometime near the end of his fifth year after numerous Death Eater random attacks, he'd been sent here by Voldemort. It was clear that the random attacks weren't going to kill the Boy Who Lived so it was obvious that the next best option was to send Harry away to another dimension.


"My goodness," Dumbledore remarked when Harry had finished his tale, "that is quite a story. Sadly, the case in this world is not the same as it is in your world. There you were the Boy Who Lived that managed to disable Voldemort when he was at his strongest, but here you were just another one of the long list of casualties."


"What happened then?" asked Harry with solemnity.


Dumbledore sighed and Harry noticed that this Dumbledore had wrinkles not of mirth and jollity but of weariness and toil. This Dumbledore didn't look like he had the positive outlook that was sure that the side of light would be victor in this war of good and evil not like his Dumbledore. "Lord Voldemort was not stopped and the Ministry of Magic crumbled under the well planned onslaught of Death Eaters. There is no public form of resistance, he controls the government."


"But what of the Order?" Harry inquired, knowing that there were many parallels in this world and betting that the Order of the Phoenix was one of them. "What of that?"


"You know of it?" Dumbledore queried in response, a hint of surprise showing. When Harry nodded with serious affirmation, the Headmaster managed to smile vaguely. "It exists," he murmured softly. "It is the only resistance that is left here. France also has a taskforce similar to ours, an underground resistance. The only true power that stands against Voldemort is the Americas. They do what they can to aid us, but even they are more on the defensive. Here, Voldemort has won."


This was his worst nightmare. It was far worse than he'd even imagined. But then if Voldemort had overtaken all of Europe, then why was Albus Dumbledore still residing here as Headmaster of Hogwarts when he was the only wizard that the Dark Lord feared? "If it is that bad, then why are you still here? Why does Voldemort allow you to stay?"


Dumbledore sighed tiredly, the lines that aged his face only becoming more prominent. "He allows me to stay because he does not think I am a threat to him anymore. What resistance I can mount is nearly like a fly buzzing around him, almost nothing. What it is, is merely a mild irritation. And somehow, he has yet to learn of the Order. What little we do keeps some hope left, as little as it is. But it is small enough that Voldemort doesn't pay more than a modicum of attention, focusing instead on taking over the Americas."


A moment of silence passed through the room when Harry raised his head up and glanced at the Headmaster with very concerned eyes. "What am I going to do about returning to my home? What am I going to do until I can go back? What if I can't..." His voice trailed off, the words becoming too painful to say... that he'd never get home again.


"We will try to find a way," Dumbledore said in a steady and sure voice. "Until then, you are a Hogwarts student there and you will be one here. It is good to have a student that I know I can trust." Harry was about to ask how Dumbledore knew that he could be trusted, but the Headmaster answered him before he could inquire, "Fawkes would never resumed sleeping if he did not feel I was in a safe presence, which is why I allowed you to tell me your story."


"I cannot use my name," he remarked.


"Of course not," Dumbledore agreed. "You bear an uncanny resemblance to James Potter, anything similar will arise suspicion. Hmm... a new name is needed. No Evans, no James, and definitely no Harry or Potter. Any similarities will arouse attention. Is there any name that you ever wanted when you were a child? A favorite name that you wished you'd been named?" Harry shrugged, he'd never thought about ever being called anything besides Harry.


"I suppose then I will have to name you then," Dumbledore reflected thoughtfully. "I suppose for a surname we could use Biggerstaff. It sort of alludes to your great presence, then again we don't exactly want that." Again, the Headmaster seemed to lose himself to his thoughts on renaming Harry Potter. "Sebastian Ethan Biggerstaff." The grin that spread over Dumbledore's lips was infectious. "Your initials are S.E.B. Aren't I clever? Seb is S.E.B.!"


Merlin, Harry thought with no more alarm then normal for him concerning Dumbledore's astonishing ability to amuse himself with the oddest of oddities, no matter what he always finds a way to entertain himself. Even in this world, in some of the grimmest of circumstances he was still glad that Dumbledore still had his sense of humor. If he didn't have a reason to smile, then all hope would be erased. After all despite all the wackiness that was Dumbledore, he was still the only wizard that Lord Voldemort had ever feared. And even though the Dark Lord had conquered Europe, Dumbledore still led a resistance against him- no things weren't hopeless yet.


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Hours had passed and the only clue they had about Harry Potter's whereabouts were the ancient runes that covered the mirror after whatever spell on the mirror had done its purpose and dissipated. All the professors in the school had examined the mirror for half an hour each and they had no better advice to offer than Dumbledore's initial suggestion that they find the key to the runes that appeared on the mirror.


It was a stroke of brilliant luck that Hermione Granger remembered reading up on something similar to those ancient runes only a fortnight ago, though it was a step in the right direction they still had more steps to take to discover where the mirror had taken the Boy Who Lived. It took days of searching in the Restricted Section of the Library to hunt down the book that coded for the ancient runes. It was with tedious work that both Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape worked in tandem to translate the message with tedious care along with the assistance of Hermione and Ron.


Meanwhile, the Headmaster was kept busy with hundreds of owls that were sent with inquiries on where Harry Potter had disappeared to. With this he agreed with Cornelius Fudge, that it would not be a good idea to cause the Wizarding World to go into a panic now that their Boy Who Lived had disappeared. It was with great reluctance that Dumbledore granted the Daily Prophet an interview where he stated vaguely that Harry Potter had been taken abroad somewhere to study with colleagues of his.


That didn't stop the rumors that said Harry Potter might be dead, but it did decreased some of the public anxiety. It did nothing to stop their fervent worrying. While it had taken them a long time to translate out the runes, it hadn't taken the professors at Hogwarts long to figure out that whatever spell that had been used to trigger the properties of the mirror had had a dark magic signature that had been keyed to Harry Potter's magical signature.


Once the message on the mirror was finally translated out enough to make sense, everything became much more clearer. There was no doubt that the person behind the dark magic that had pulled Harry Potter into the mirror had to be Lord Voldemort. There was no one else that was strong enough to pull the spell off to target one particular person nor was there anyone that had enough power to activate a mirror that had not been used in over a thousand years.


Oh mirror, mirror that shelters reality


Let the onlooker seek what must be found


Different yes, but look and see


The alternate truth and do not drown


Death there be death here


There is no salvation without cooperation


One side must open the other must search where


To find the link that is their connection.


Working day and night, it had taken them two months to make the runes comprehensible. Now that they'd figured it out, they now knew that they were the ones that had to open the mirror that was locked. And they had found out that wherever Harry had gone, he had to be searching for a way back too or else their efforts were in vain. It didn't help that once they'd had the epiphany that alternate truth was alternate reality, they'd discover that there were thousands of alternate dimensions that were coexisting together at the same time.


However were they suppose to open the mirror to the right reality for Harry?

"I fought and killed a basilisk in my second year. Someone opened the chamber of secrets and it was petrifying students. It petrified my friend and my other friends' sister was taken in to the chamber so I went to get her out" he said looking at the floor. "I got bit by the snake as I stabbed it and Fawkes, that's Dumbledore's phoenix, cried into the wound" he finished breathily.

Arcturus shook his head. "It seems we have much more to discuss Mr Potter" he said. "How did you find the chamber" he asked.

"We spoke to moaning Myrtle in the second floor bathroom. She was killed by the basilisk the last time it was opened in there so we figured the entrance was there. It was using the plumbing to get around the school" he said.

"Hmm" Arcturus mused. "And how did a 12 year old enter the chamber when many more experienced wizards have failed to even find the entrance" he asked even more curiously.

"You have to be a parselmouth to open it" Harry replied quietly.

Arcturus coughed in surprise but schooled his features again quickly. "So you're a parselmouth?" he asked quietly.

"Yes" Harry answered ashamed. "Dumbledore says that I got the ability from Voldemort when he hit me with the curse the first time and it backfired" he explained.

"There have been parselmouths' in the Black line but not for several hundred years" Arcturus explained firmly. "We are related to the Slytherins by blood but very distantly now. We married into a lower branch of the family centuries ago so it may be a blood trait. Your magic has changed and I am guessing if that ability came from Riddle then it will no longer be there" he said looking questioningly at the goblin who had been very quiet for the past few minutes.

He shook himself from his stupor before answering.

"I believe that would be the case. Any traits both positive and negative would have been removed along with the… essence left behind" he sighed noticing a look he was given by Arcturus. "There is only one way to find out" he stated summoning a small adder. "Speak" he added to Harry.

Harry looked at the snake and gulped before clearing his throat to speak. "Hello there friend" he hissed.

" A ssspeaker" the snake replied. "You have the ssscent of the great one about you. How may I ssserve?" the snake finished questioning Harry.

"I jussst needed to know if I could ssstill ssspeak to snakesss" he began. "My magic hasss changed and I wasn't sssure if I could anymore" he finished.

The snake shook its head looking amused. "Silly human thiss iss a part of your magic only thossse from the sssnake line can ssspeak it but even in the line it is rare now, too much mating with your own kind hasss soiled the magic" it finished eliciting some laughter from Harry.

"What did it say" asked the goblin.

"It said it is my own magic but…" he stammered.

"But?" asked Arcturus impatiently.

Harry steeled himself before replying.

"He said that it is very rare now even in the Black bloodline because of continuous imbreeding, it has corrupted the magic" he muttered, stifling his laughter.

Arcturus looked murderously towards the snake before vanishing it with a simple wave of his wand.

"Well that explains it" he said. "It's your own magic. I'm guessing your father marrying your mother removed any impurities from both bloodlines and awoken the dormant magic. It will be a significant advantage for you when in battle just not against Riddle. I will get the parselmagic books from the Black vault while we are here" he finished nodding his head.

"What became of the basilisk Mr Potter" the goblin asked inquisitively.

"It's still in the chamber" he answered. "Only me and Voldemort can get in there".

"How big was it 20 feet? 30 feet?" he questioned.

Harry though for a moment before answering. "I would say it was closer to 70 feet" he replied nonchalantly.

Both Arcturus and the goblin shared a similar look before the older man addressed Harry.

"Are you sure about that Potter?" he asked sceptically.

"Yes" Harry replied heatedly. "Take my memory if you don't believe me" he finished crossing his arms.

The goblin shrugged at the older man who placed his wand at Harry's temple. "

Think of being in the chamber and fighting the basilisk" he demanded.

Harry did as he was told and felt the memory being pulled from the side of his head. He watched as the goblin summoned a pensieve and the two disappeared into it after Arcturus added the memory to the basin.

They both emerged several minutes later wearing similar expressions of shock. Arcturus looked at Harry with something he could only describe as pride.

"Just like your grandfather" he said proudly. "There was some luck there Potter but you definitely have skill" he added looking at Harry more intently.

"Yes Mr Potter that was very impressive" the goblin chimed in. "I would like to negotiate a price for the carcass of the basilisk as you killed it it is rightfully yours" he finished completely in business mode.

"I have no idea how valuable that would be" Harry said sheepishly.

"The last whole basilisk sold for around 3 million galleons but that was some 400 years ago" the goblin said frowning. "The parts from that snake are still in circulation and I imagine a fresher specimen would garner much interest especially one of this size. I can confidently offer you 8 million galleons for it, it is a very fair price and that added to the current value of your vaults would make you a very wealthy wizard Mr Potter. You will be able to live a very comfortable life as will many more Potter generations without having to ever be employed" he finished.

Harry looked towards Arcturus who simply shrugged his shoulders at the boy.

"That seems fair". Harry answered. "I don't know what I would do with a big snake corpse anyway".

"Excellent" the goblin replied clapping his hands together. "We can arrange a visit to collect the beast" he concluded.

"Can we go down to our vaults now?" Arcturus asked. "We are somewhat pressed for time" he pointed out.

"Of course" the goblin replied. "I will take you down personally".

The trip down to the vaults was exactly how Harry remembered. The cart on the single winding track was as exhilarating as his first journey. The only difference was the depth in which they travelled. Harry realised they must have made their way to the lowest point in the bowels of the underground cavern, it must have been miles below the surface.

They came to a stop outside a vault that was simply eerie. The door was a huge slab of oak decorated with an intricate obsidian pattern around the hinges and iron fixtures. In the centre of the door was a crest which Harry assumed belonged to the black family. It was faded considerably to the point of that the details could not be seen very well, demonstrating its age. Below the crest were to words; Toujours Pur.

"Vault number 13" Barchoke announced at their arrival.

"Come Potter" Arcturus said. "You have enough Black blood to enter" he stated confidently.

As they approached the door the older man gently stroked his family crest lovingly but with a mournful look on his face. He swallowed hard and his impassive mask was back in place. He removed his wand from his sleeve and placed it against the crest. The door glowed a gentle orange and then blue before a series of locks could be heard unfastening.

The door opened slowly revealing a room that seemed endless in size. Harry was taken aback by the amount of wealth on display but couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in the room.

"Do not touch anything" Arcturus instructed. "There are things in here that will take your life before you can blink and they are the more pleasant items" he finished seriously.


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Hey guys, so basically this is what happened. Some of you guys might know, but a Harry Potter fanfic contest has been released. I can't put Harry Potter and the Fourth Member in so I decided to create a new fanfic for Harry Potter. Yay decision-making. It's going to be a character with similar background to my other character with a system. I'm going to try to upload as much as I can until the contest is over. I'm going to upload 2 chaps a week for this week so don't you guys worry about that. All I'm saying is that I hope you guys can support the new fanfic as well. Thanks! Give spirit stones to that one plz!!!

Chris tried hacking his favorite game, but once he successfully hacked it, a frown appeared and then he passed out. When he came back to life, he realized he obtained a hacking system.

Next day, Alexander arrived in his throne room  and send a kingdom wide announcement, " I have some use for the realm gate so it will be unavailable for public use for quite some time. I will give you all six hours to finish the transfer of all the important materials and items, after that the realm gate will disconnect from the origin verse." 


He then cut off the transmission and called Tobby. Tobby, besides being the head elf of Alexander, was also the intermediatory between the commander of elven spies and Alexander. Alexander had ordered the commander of elven spies, not to directly meet him as he was on a very important mission. The commander and his trusted aids, were spying on the elven race of the Martial Spirit World. Alexander wanted to know if the world tree of the elven race of cultivation world was similar to the mother tree of magical world, or not. 


After initial investigation, it was found that the world tree gave birth to the elves in cultivation world and also produced a special dew for the elven race which was essential for their initial cultivation. The elves were capable of  reproducing themselves but the rate of reproduction was very low so they rarely reproduced and depended on the world tree for increasing their racial numbers. The elves were ordered to collect genetic samples of the elves of cultivation world and the world tree. Alexander wanted to know how the world tree produced elves. 


It was quite regretful that the mother tree was destroyed in the prime world of Harry Potter Universe, this led to the destruction of mother tree present in all the universes. The destruction was final but the time was not. There were worlds where the mother tree were present but they were governed by magic gods. Alexander was all ready to fight it out with them and take the entire mother tree forcefully but the thought of attracting powerful foes haulted his thoughts. The laws of the kingdom were more than a advancement requirement. They will be a safety net around his kingdom, which will protect his kingdom from invasion from cosmic entities. 


The laws governing the existence suppressed any otherworldly entity to the level of the strongest person residing in the invaded universe, if the entity was more powerful. Moreover, the cosmic entities cannot enter a universe without fulfilling certain conditions. That's why they choose powerful mortals as their champions and send them to their targeted universe. The gifts and wishes given on reincarnation were just a means to placate the free employees. These reincarnators unknowingly conquered universes for their masters while braving dangers. How this all worked, Alexander didn't knew. That's why the development of the laws of his kingdom were so important. The world with weak laws were immediately conquered or consumed when passing the threshold. 


The way to strengthen the laws for a king was to conquer stronger worlds. Right now, he was going to a version of a Harry Potter world where he had seen a preserved  seed of mother tree being destroyed during a Hogsmeade raid conducted by Death Eaters before the birth of Harry Potter. He was going to that timeline, where the seed was not destroyed yet. Initially, he was not able to recognise the seed because it was kept in a container but the light emitted from the destruction of seed, was similar to the light emitted on destruction of the mother tree. When he was filtering through countless worlds of Harry Potter, in search for the mother tree, he was looking for remains of the tree itself or any young sapling that had survived through the annulls of time.


 The reason he didn't look for any seeds was because, the seeds were extremely fragile and 99.9% of them died within hours of being extracted from the fruit. The process of growing a sapling out of the seed was also very difficult. In that incident, the seeds were the first to be destroyed. Normal human eyes were not able to see it but Alexander was a dragon. He was able to see it and investigated all the versions of that world and found that there was a still three preserved seeds present in that version. The seeds were preserved because an ancient magi stole those seeds from the elves and preserved them in circular cases. The Magi was killed by the ancient elves for his deed but they were not able to recover the seeds. The elves ultimately gave up on the seeds as at that time, they had thousands of seeds with them. Moreover, the seeds were also ownerless. 


Those three seeds later on came into hands of a treasure hunter wizard and he had come to Hogwarts to consult Dumbledore. In 99.9% of the worlds,  the man was killed in the raid and his belongings were burned in cursed flames by Death Eaters. Alexander was going to a world where the raid had not happened yet. Alexander sensed several powerful presences shifting near him. He looked up saw small cloaked figures appearing before his throne. The figures bowed towards him and then stood in attention. These were the top elven spies of his kingdom which were deployed to monitor the elven race of The Martial Spirit World. He had called them here as they were going to accompany him to The Harry Potter World.  This will be their last trip to any Harry Potter World as they have already got everything of value from the previously conquered world other than the mother tree.  It's been six hundred years since Harry Potter World was conquered by him. 



Alexander transferred all the knowledge about the mother tree and the retrieval operation. He watched as the elven spies stood even straighter than before and now, had a very determined aura around them. Alexander spoke up, " I don't have to tell you the importance of this operation to the elven race. This is our only chance to get the seeds. If this fails, we will have to wait for hundreds of thousands of years for the laws to completely develop so that we could wage war with the god of magic of Harry Potter World. We are capable of defeating them in our current situation but we are vunerable right now. Our laws are not fully developed. You have read the files about The Desolate Era and the consequences of an enemy integrating with the world laws. We cannot allow this so this is a very important mission. We will move in six hours. I will have Carter and his men move in the light which you will move in the shadows. Your aim is to recover the seeds unharmed at all costs, even if you have to kill anyone. Go, prepare yourselves." The elves nodded and shifted away. 

Alexander also entered meditation to center himself for upcoming task as this mission required control. He cannot even flare his aura in fear of damaging the seeds but once the seeds were recovered, he would conquer that world.


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Irwin calmed down his mood, following his parents entered the house.

The first thing he saw was Mr. Vernon Dursley in bow ties and dinner jackets. And a blond boy- Dudley was as large as a pig.

"Good evening!"

"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Mason." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"Thank you, child!" Irwin's mother pulled Irwin who hid behind and introduced to Dudley. "This is our little Irwin. He will also enter Smeltings Academy this year. Please show consideration for him."

"This is my pleasure, Madam!"Seeing that Dudley seemed to give him a hug, Irwin took half a step back quickly to avoid Dudley. Irwin followed his parents entered the living room, gazing around quietly.

The room was clearly cleared for today's party.

 there was strong fragrance from the kitchen nearby. On top of the fridge stood tonight's pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven. 

However, these are not what Irwin wanted to look for. Similar to what mentioned in the book, nothing can be seen in this house related to Harry Potter. It is clear that the Dursley couple did not want other to know their special nephew.

The corners of Irwin's mouth curve up: the poor child may be quietly hiding in the small room upstairs. He would not make a sound, pretending that he was not at home.

Thinking of this, he felt that he needed to do something.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dursley." Irwin interrupted the dumb jokes of a Japanese golfer he was talking about. "You know, I don't often visit people's homes. I'm very curious about everything here. If you don't mind, I want to let Dudley walk around with me before dinner."

"No problem, let Dudley accompany you to his room and look at his new game." It seems that Vernon had considered the age of Irwin could not understand the jokes that they were talking, Vernon Dursley readily agreed, "Go to play, children. When the meal starts, I will let Petunia call you."

Dudley was reluctant to leave the living room with Irwin. According to the plan, he should stay and continue to get in some good compliments to the Masons instead of hanging around with a child at home.

In particular, he had to restrain himself and leave a good impression. This was really a difficult task for Dudley.

They went to the second floor.  While listening to Dudley's introduction of his newly purchased game console, Irwin looked at a small room at the end of the corridor curiously, which door was closed tightly.

"Where is it?"

"Nothing. It is the room of my cousin. He is not at home now."

Dudley's expression was somewhat unnatural. "We still hurry to my room. I'll show something to you..."

When his words were not finished, he was interrupted by a loud bang in the small room. The next second, he couldn't help to stop and saw the boy next to him stepped forward and opened the door.

Irwin opened the door. He saw a boy who had a similar height to him standing in front of the wardrobe under dim lighting.  

The boy was small, with a pair of bright green eyes, dark hair and matted hair, and a thin, lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

The boy was small and skinny for his age. He had a dark and matted hair and bright green eyes. There was also a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

Harry Potter looked surprised. He had just hidden the house Elfish  Dobby and the door was opened. Surprisingly, it wasn't Uncle Vernon, but a boy he had never seen.

"Good evening, you must be the cousin of Dudley. I'm Irwin Mason. Nice to meet you!"

Irwin stretched out his right hand, filled with joy. Finally meet you, Harry Potter.

"Hel... lo, My name is Harry Potter and I am very happy to meet you.'' Harry hesitated but still stretched out his hand and holding Irwin's hand.

If he was correct, it should be the rich builder's child visiting today. Harry was not sure whether he should contact him. According to Vernon's arrangements, he should stay quiet in the room and pretend he was not there.

Harry had heard Vernon's talk for a full two weeks for the importance of that dinner today. If it messed, he could not imagine how difficult it would be for his next day.

Dudley who stood outside the room was urging the boy named Irwin to leave here quickly. Although it was a bad feeling, Harry had to admit that it was the only thing he had agreed with Dudley that summer. Especially there is a  house-elf that was not suitable for Muggles to see.

Irwin seems not hear the warning. His attention completely shifted to the birdcage next to the window. There was a snowy white owl inside.

"It is a pure white owl. It's really cool!" Irwin turned to Harry and asked, "What's it called?"

"Hedwig, she's my pet." Harry quietly closed the open door of the wardrobe.

"I also want a pet like this, but my mother is afraid of birds." Irwin turned and looked at Hedwig. "Can I feed her?"

"No problem, but I don't have any food." Harry sighed. Uncle Vernon refused to let Hedwig forage for food. In fact, since that summer vacation, Harry has been saving some of his dinners to feed it.

"What does she eat? I saw a lot of food from the kitchen downstairs..."

"Irwin, my mother called us to have dinner!" While Irvin's words had not been finished yet, he was interrupted by Dudley. He seemed to finally have the courage to walk into Harry's room and saved Irwin. 

"Okay, I think I can come over after dinner."

Irwin followed Dudley two steps and saw that Harry wasn't moving. He asked, "Harry, don't you come with us?"

"I... I will not go, I have eaten dinner!"

Harry's stomach growled, but he was certain that Aunt Petunia would not be happy to see him at the table.

"Let's go, you can get dessert." Irwin stepped forward and pulled Harry's arm. "Then we can get something together and feed Hedwig. She looks so hungry. "

"You can't do this. He can't eat with us." Dudley quickly stopped Irwin.

"Why? Is he not your cousin?"

"Yes, but..." Dudley tried to find words and explained to Irwin. "He is different from us. He is a freak."

"Freak?!" Evan frowned. Harry, who was watching him, was also very agitated and forgot to keep the door of the wardrobe closing.

The next second, a little green monster emerged from the wardrobe. It had two large bat-like ears and a pair of green eyes were as large as tennis balls.

Dobby, the house-elf. Irwin immediately guessed who it was, but he couldn't imagine the house-elf would be so ugly.

"How dare you insult the great Harry Potter in front of Dobby!" Dobby screamed as soon as he jumped out of the wardrobe.

No one had any awareness at that moment, it extended his right index finger, pointing at Dudley.


Suddenly there was a flash of pale green light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Irwin saw a curly pig's tail poking through a hole in his trousers

Poor Dudley, after being added a pig's tail by Hagrid last year, he suffered the same destiny that year.

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