Kisah keajaiban piano Yoon Yoo-seul yang menjadi buta setelah kecelakaan mobil, dan berjuang untuk mendapatkan hidupnya kembali ke jalurnya dengan bantuan Jung Cha-sik, sesama pianis yang bercita-cita tinggi dan Seo Jin-mok, mantan saingannya yang kemudian menjadi saingannya. menjadi pendukung.

We were born alone, we were also doomed to die alone. 

But on that fateful night, he didn't die alone. 

That's his biggest regret. 

If only he gets a second chance. 

He will make sure... 

His family... his comrade... would be safe... 

From that traitor...

*Modern Fiction* 

Betrayed by the most trusted person in his family, cost him his parents. They were at war against each other. Trying to win back something they believed were supposed to be theirs. He lost the game, also his life, his remaining family, friends, and comrade. All because of that traitor. 

Now that he is back. He will not fall into that death trap again. Even if he can't remember it. He won't fail. He will protect everyone. 

Alfizar looked at the face he sees every day in the mirror. "Nothing's wrong with it, but.... shouldn't my face look older?" 

Time passed by quickly and he realized that he had indeed died. But, who killed him? 

A/N:
I'm back to my 3 chaps a week after a month of updating every day. For those who worried that I won't complete this original, don't worry. I will finish this original soon, story progress 49%.

If you can use that stupid time-turner thing to save buckbeak and serious from being killed why can’t you turn back to the time where my parents weren’t dead and help them????!!!!!!

Harry was furious at why no one could use that time turner to help his parents escape from Voldemort.

USBa Charger Tang Jian: As for the owner of this house, he's snoring a lot right now, and I'm sure the sound we make when we fall to the ground will be overshadowed by his snoring.

USBa Charger Grace: So how do we get down there?

USBa Charger Beverly: It's about 50 centimeters from the ground, but it's only five centimeters from the top of the bedside table, so we can jump to the top first.

USBa Charger Simon: And on the cabinet, there are two data lines, one USB a data line, one USB c data line, we can tie these two data lines together, fix one end to the lamp, then measure the distance, and after we jump, there's still five centimeters between us and the ground, so we're going to bungee jumping next.

Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, these four USB a-chargers are doing it in total disregard of the feelings of USB c-data line Turner and USB a-data line Cheng Ming, which has led to opposition from these two data lines.

USBc Data Line Turner: You're acting so recklessly.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: There is no doubt that we are two tough data wires.

USBc Data Line Turner: So there's no question that in the process of being used as a bungee jumping rope by you, it doesn't matter to us.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: But I don't like it!

USBc Data Line Turner: But I will only oppose you verbally.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: Because we know that the best punishment for you is to let you do this.

USBc Data Line Turner: We had anticipated what the outcome would be.

USBa Data Line Cheng Ming: The result is that you're going to be in the trash can, and you're going to be in the trash can very quickly, and most likely, even tonight, you're going to be in the trash can.

Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, these four USB a chargers, through the way of bungee jumping, in the absence of a lot of noise, very smoothly came to the ground, in fact, they don't need so much trouble, can jump directly to the ground, but that will make a lot of noise. Even so, their plans were discovered because the lamp on the bedside table was on.

Desk light Owen: I seldom turn on the lights, except when I'm reluctant, but today, I'm breaking this routine, you know why? Because of you four restless guys.

Desk light Owen: What do you want? Want to bungee jump, so tie a data line to me? Didn't you ever think that if I were to be dragged off the bedside table and fall to the ground, I would be shattered, that you would want to involve the innocent in order to satisfy a little desire within you, and that I could say that you four are uneasy and kind-hearted creatures?

Desk light Owen: Get back in the drawer, right now! And I will be tied to the USB C data line to the solution! I am thinking of you, because if I keep the lights on, it means that Yola, the owner of the house, will come to me as soon as he wakes up, and he will see you escaping from the drawer.

Desk light Owen: Do you think you can leave this bedroom before he wakes up? Even if you could get out of this bedroom, you must know that there are four very frightening creatures in the living room, three, to be exact, because the big one of them is quite decent, but even one of them can play you around. So, hurry back to this drawer under me, NOW!  

The threat of Owen's lamp worked, and Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly and Simon did not go any further toward the bedroom door. They turned back the way they had come, and were very careful, so Owen turned off the lamp. However, when it heard the noise again and wanted to turn on the light again, it could not turn on the light. The four USB a chargers moved their hands and feet on the plug-in board connected to it, pressed the power switch on it, and turned off the power. As a result, Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, and Simon, the four USB a chargers, have been condemned by their affected Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan for their rash behavior.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: Don't worry, I won't complain about you, Because I think you did the right thing, Even at night, when you turn off the electrical appliances, you should turn off the power that connects them at the same time, because I can't guarantee that everything will be all right. I have a deep understanding of the current. I know that the current with a voltage of more than 110 volts is terrible, so I'll give you a wake-up call and get out of this bedroom and this house.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: It's best to get to the main road, and when you get to the main road, you'll have the courage to get to the middle of the main road, so that when a few tons, even a dozen tons, dozens of tons of vehicles pass by, you'll be crushed and crushed in that instant.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: You know why I said that? This is because, you have to admit, you are the waste, and the best place to go is the waste disposal station.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: But when you're sent to the waste disposal station, you're also sent to the pulverizer and crushed, so I remind you, right now, to the main road. Go, go now!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: You can tell from my words how much I don't like you!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: I'd love to see you out of this house myself, if I could, because I don't want to work with you anymore, and there have been a lot of plug-in board fires because of working with you old chargers, and then it's bad luck.

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: Let's face it, I don't want to be the next bad guy!

Plug-in board Fang Xiuyuan: So any charger or plug I want to work with is new!

When Owen couldn't reproduce the mess, Tang Jian, Grace, Beverly, Simon, the four USB chargers, left the bedroom without a hitch, because the bedroom door was open all the time, but when they arrived in the living room, Liu Peng, the smart TV set that was still playing TV, suddenly blossomed. What was the matter? Just then, Mukang, the router next to Liu Peng, laughed.

Router Mukang: Hehe! Look what scared you!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: You scared the hell out of me, too!

Router Mukang: Is it that mysterious? This isn't the first time I've lost my network!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: But this is the first time you've deliberately disconnected!

Router Mukang: How do you know this is the first time I've deliberately disconnected!

Smart TV series Liu Peng: Is it because of you that I have been unable to connect to the Internet many times before? Shall I take the initiative to disconnect from the network and let Yola know that the router next to me should be laid off? Shall I?

Router Mukang: Who's afraid of who?

Smart TV series Liu Peng: Yes! Who's afraid of who!

Aria pouted in displeasure, "I almost thought I could break somebody's teeth. Tsk."
Many wanted to puke blood hearing her complain but Alan responded seriously, "I will teach you if you want to learn."
Isla couldn't take them to behave like others were invisible so cut in thinking they would continue to flirt, "President Morgan, why am I here to meet this person?"
Nathan had to reply seeing Alan giving her indifferent look and Aria giggling seeing her still act which made Isla go green. "Ms.Turner, don't you know why you are here? Or how about we release some of the proofs to media directly?"
It wasn't difficult for Isla Turner and Toby Lewis to understand the underlying threat but the cops had no idea.
Aria sternly spoke looking at Nathan, "We shouldn't release those to media as she is under Morgan Entertainment. It would be a probl... Ahh... Alan..."
Aria punched Alan for twisting her ear when she spoke about the company.
It was common between both of them and Nathan had seen them many times. To the rest, they didn't know what had just happened which made Aria give dirty look to Alan who had a faint smile at her only.
Nathan glanced at bewildered ones and sighed, "Young Madam President, don't worry about the company. We will not let it affect."
Alan had ordered him to call her 'Young madam' when Aria had fought with him in front of Nathan to attend an economic conference with him. Aria had threatened Nathan to beat if he doesn't call her Ms. or President.
So to be on good terms with both Presidents, he was addressing her as Young Madam President which made Aria give up.
The chief, deputy chief, and the captain understood why Alan was heartless on Toby Lewis.
Aria nodded at Nathan as a response. "Why are we here then? Are you going to test your all fighting skills on him? I heard you are a black belt in many forms."
Many were speechless whereas Alan started unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and folded as he leisurely said, "If that's what you want, then I'll."
Aria's lips twitched. 'Livid prince, For your kind information, I was kidding to scare Toby Lewis.' She unfolded and buttoned back glaring at Alan.
Nathan wanted to roll his eyes seeing Alan's lips which were upwards seeing Aria.
When cops were still in a stupor, Isla was provoked enough till that. Breathing heavily in rage, she almost reached Aria's hair to grab but...
'Crack'
"Ahhhh...."
A sudden loud shriek scared Aria who jerked next to Alan before looking behind to see Isla who was crying aloud because a guard had unceremoniously twisted her hand which dislocated her hand.
The cops behaved like there wasn't anybody crying. Alan held Aria behind him before facing Isla, "Shhhhh!"
Not only Isla, everyone went to silence and were ready to hear him.
"Just for the try, you got yourself a dislocated arm. What do you think I'll do for each of the things you tried on my girl?"
His voice was piercingly cold which made her quiver involuntarily.
When Alan took a step ahead, Isla was hell frightened and slipped back falling on the floor clumsily.
Alan smirked, "Count your days."
Excluding Nathan, nobody knew what he was up to. Nathan had warned President Turner when Isla had created a fuss in school which he didn't hear and didn't control Isla Turner. 
So Alan had prepared much proof to close down half of the Turner empire and other businesses would be facing huge competition from every single company which would completely ruin the pride of the family leaving Isla on the road.
Alan turned and led Aria out who had numerous questions which Alan wouldn't answer. She didn't even know yet why they didn't write a complaint against Toby and why he was detained without her complaint.
When they returned, Aria went to the perfume's laboratory to develop a perfume which she had smelled before fainting in the Miller villa.
Alan continued his work and he had to visit the laboratory to get Aria to take her home but he was dumbfounded to see all the employees in the lab laughing with her even after working time instead of leaving.
His light cough made everyone go mute excluding Aria who skipped next to him holding three small perfume bottles. "Try... Try... Try..."
Alan resignedly smelled as Aria sprayed on a testing strip and made him try. It had sandalwood perfectly blended with lavender and other light fresh floral smell. He liked it and heard her say that the smell was similar to what she had smelled before fainting.
Then he tried the next one which was jasmine blended with lavender and the other one was vanilla blended with lavender.
He asked the testing department to work on it before taking her out.
Aria who played with testing strips in the car again made him try the same strips. It smelled rose fragrance after two hours in his villa.
Alan never cared about the development of perfumes. He was greatly impressed by his Little President.
Since Alan works after dinner, she asked him to work and she cooked. Both had dinner and Aria cleaned the kitchen kicking Alan out to finish his work.
When Aria showered, he redressed the wound before letting her sleep. Before he exited the bathroom, Aria was fast asleep.
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Alan sent her to school from the next day but didn't let her go to the Morgan mansion till her scrapes cleared which just left a mark which was still healing.
Aria who noticed the mark when she wore a backless romper, changed again before going down to play with Eva, Rian, and Noah on weekend. Alan and Isaac sat near the pool watching them.
Alan worked as he asked, "When is the next movie shoot beginning?"
Isaac replied leisurely, "Two weeks later..." Then he flirted, "Why? Are you already missing me?"
Alan merely glanced at him, "Aria's birthday in three weeks."
Isaac knew Alan disliked celebrating his birthday and others' birthday so he was surprised to hear. "How can you only care about your little wife and ignore your sexy hubby? So biased."
Alan glanced at the four who were weirdly posing for pictures in front of the camera on the tripod and they would laugh seeing the picture. "I want my little wife."
Isaac burst into laughter knowing how much Alan was changed.
The one who never cared about a girl and love was so much in love with a girl that he was changing himself for her happiness.
Isaac continued to tease him till Alan changed the topic about him, "So what do you think about Ms.Miller?"


"You jerk! How dare you? Just because you are my guardian and I have nobody to ask, did you think, you can take advantage of me? I thought you stand on high morals..."

Rian turned Aria towards him not quietly understanding what was going on. Amelia and Rowan were in the same state.

"Arrie! What happened? Did brother do something? Why are you angered so much?" He sounded very concerned.

Alan leaned on his room door frame thinking what would be her answer.

...

Aria's mouth was wide open in shock. 'Sh*t! This man really has a mental illness. How can he forget so soon?'

It vexed her more and wrung her hand to punch but Alan held her hand twirled her before pressing her back on him.

"Young Miss Cooper! Mind your hand." He said loudly and whispered, "If you wanted more, you should have asked me."

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One beautiful afternoon, as the sun slowly descended into the night, an enormous beast that looked like a silver falcon with dragon whiskers could be seen soaring over the fertile grasslands. Its eyes glowed with a scarlet light, and its wingspan was close to 100 meters when spread out. These enormous wings were only slightly longer than the falcon beast's body. Standing on the head of this mighty bird beast was a robust middle-aged man with a handsome face and regal white attire. Twenty meters behind him, seated elegantly in a luxury sedan on the back, this creature was a beautiful woman and an adorable little boy. Sitting in the boy's lap was an even cuter baby girl.

"Mother, this Midnight Falconian is so super fast! We should reach the school in no time, right?" this adorable little boy was named Kasino Shreya Riot, but his mother called him Lucky. Due to this fact, even Kasino rarely introduced himself as anything other than Lucky Riot.

"Be still, little Luck," cautioned his mother, Kiya Prozen, while grabbing her baby girl and making her giggle endlessly. She knew that her son was growing anxious and would surely be bouncing all over the sedan momentarily, so she secured her youngest early. "Thoth Academy is an institution that's recognized throughout the continent. Only the schools and sects back home in the capital can compete with a school like Thoth. Of course, universities are on a different level. "You be good while you're gone from mama, you understand? You're going to be very far away from me for a long time. There is no one in these lower realms that understands transfer magic, so we will have to wait on your father to build an array for us to travel here easily."

"Transfer magic… the stuff you told me that I couldn't know about until I turned 15? Oh and he is NOT my father, mom," Lucky Riot frowned as he spoke and wore a disgusted face. However, his playful and child-like look quickly returned, "Besides, why would he waste so much just to help me? He won't do this."

"This… Kasino, do not speak of or to your step-father like this again," Kiya frowned at her son's words. However, in her heart, she knew he was right. Merely, she was powerless to change anything. Sending her son and daughter off to boarding schools was all she could do for now. She knew that her kids were in danger if they stayed too long and their talents were exposed prematurely. Luckily, such a thing as sending kids off for martial practice and education was commonplace in this new world.

"Who are you, brat, to say what I will and won't do?" Marc Raizen only glanced back before responding. This punk, Kasino, was really starting to bug him lately. Who wanted to be his father? Admittedly, Marc never liked the twerp in the first place. He had always punished him with manual labor for the smallest grievance to entertain himself. Unwittingly he had made the brat quite resilient over the years and more aggressive to boot. However, that pride of a dragon only made Marc dislike the boy more. This trait was markedly different from the scheming nature of boy's contriving father.

If having a happy and active Kiya wasn't so vital to him, he simply wouldn't have spared this seed of his nemesis. Luckily, the boy didn't even seem to have anything special about his mystic conduits. Thus, Marc Raizen had grown a lot less concerned about him. Even if Marc later discovered Kasino carried a special bloodline, at least he didn't inherit his mother's talent. "I will help you, wholeheartedly, without a doubt. I'll secure a location for building the magic transfer array once we return."

Lucky Riot didn't buy it for a minute. Lucky knew in his heart that this guy hated him the moment his baby sister was born. Chevy Raizen was doted on so heavily by her father, Marc, that it made Lucky feel sick. Marc had never been even a third as kind to Lucky's older sister, Meri Riot.

"You're five years old today, Lucky. Today, you will take the first step to become strong." Kiya Prozen suddenly spoke very seriously, "Do not forget what you told mother, okay? You want to be the strongest in the entire world and protect mommy and your sisters, right?"

"Yes!" Little Lucky responded with fire in his eyes.

"Then work hard. I'm counting on you, my little man." Kiya smiled sweetly while nuzzling her face on her sons, making him giggle.

"Mom, how far is Nibiru City from Phu?" Lucky Riot was used to referring to his sister by her middle name, as she referred to himself in the same manner. His mother obviously knew of who he was speaking.

"It would take your sister two months to get here if she regularly traveled unless she flew on a beast similar to this Midnight Falconian with rank three lifeblood. However, she would likely need a beast with rank four lifeblood to match this speed," murmured Lucky's mother in deep thought. "Well, she's around that far anyway."

Lucky frowned as he complained to his mother, "Mom, why couldn't I just go with Phu? I don't want to be alone."

"Oh, baby," Kiya Prozen cradled her son's little face and secretly erected a soundproof magic bubble around their heads. "Do not ever forget how much your mother and your sisters love you, little Luck. I needed to get you away… far away. The further, the better. The people in Phu's sect can't protect you but…"

Kiya looked at the approaching dome in the distance. Inside the azure dome was an incredibly fancy city, with towering buildings and flying cars. All manners of beasts, people, and caravans were seen traveling to and fro that direction.

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Ten years later, Nibiru City, Thoth High School - Classroom 357

In the center of the vast city was a great academy that had a white water river channel running through the middle. The buildings of the academy were all regal and futuristic, constructed from all kinds of mysterious ores that sparkled and shined. Hovercrafts and wondrous technology littered the campus. On the other side of the river, in a spacious classroom, there were dozens of students seated in the lotus position while meditating. It was like a room full of Buddhist monks seeking enlightenment. There were nearly invisible lights swirling all around their bodies, making the surroundings appear somewhat magical.

"No slacking off! You're entering your third year in a week! In a mere two years, you all will graduate, and what's after that? If you have not become an acolyte by your fifth year, then there will no place for you outside of this city's walls! No sects or universities will want anything to do with you unless you're an acolyte or peak level warrior! As a warrior, maybe you can spend your life guarding some noble brat with more talent than yourself. However, those powerful creatures beyond the county walls will still tear you to pieces if you aren't well prepared."

"Teacher, are the mystic beasts really that strong?" one of the students asked.

"A rank one mystic beast is more powerful than your teacher, I." The man shouting was the class teacher Mr. Turner, a middle-aged man with both hands at his waist, washing the entire room full of training students in saliva as he continued to rant. "Luckily, with the first rank military-grade origin tools, even I can defeat a first rank mystic beast.

"Listen, you may have had an easy time up until now, but it's my job to turn you adolescent punks into respected acolyte scholars or fierce essence hunting mystic artists! This is the human race's age of magical evolution. To follow this path is to shape your own destiny. To travel down any other road is merely walking down the way of the snacks. That's right, I said the snacks! The nightmare beasts outside don't care about your dreams or comfort, they will eat you as soon as they see you because the refined essence energy in your flesh and blood makes them stronger. This is essence hunting!

"By the end of the year, I aim to have each of you wimps reach the sixth level of the Hardbody stage. Only students who reach the sixth level and pass all courses with at least a gold star will be promoted from juniors to the Warrior and Magi classes. However, any student who reaches the sixth level can be promoted to the next year. If you can't at least do this, I refuse to pass you, and the school refuses to house you."

The teacher was confident all the students knew by now their academic work was graded on a star scale. From the highest prism star down to gold star, silver star, all the way to the lowest bronze star. At least, a bronze star was still better than no stars.

"Am I speaking to myself?" Mr. Turner frowned as he spoke to the class.

"No, sir, Teacher!" shouted all the students in unison.

"Well, have I made myself clear?" asked Mr. Turner impatiently.

"Yes, sir, Teacher!"

"Excellent. We already reviewed the proper method of improving your origin root, developing it until it reaches the origin pool phase. Tomorrow, I expect to see some level of improvement in each of you! I will not allow any poor results in the quarterly assessment! If you can show me significant improvement, I'll recommend you for a reward. If you can produce any liquid origin from the origin root, then I will recommend you to the advanced classes. All right, class dismissed."

~Swish

To Mr. Turner's astonishment, the moment he said the word 'dismissed' the seemingly diligent class grabbed their things and vanished in a tornado of excitement. He was simply stunned. Mr. Turner should have guessed that these punks weren't seriously lost in their own reflections. Kids these days were more rebellious, but what could he do?

"Oh?" Mr. Turner was surprised to see that three students in the back of the class were truly still lost in meditation as if they hadn't noticed any commotion at all. This made him feel a little gratified. Maybe he might find a gem or two in this batch, after all. He pulled out a tablet-like device and checked the profile of the kids in front of him.

"What do we have here? A lady of House Graham? The Mayor's daughter, huh? Already a fourth level Hard Body at a mere 14 years old? This is rather nice... next," after checking a pretty girl wearing red with pigtails in her hair, Mr. Turner moved on to a strapping young lad in stylish overalls, who was clearly releasing some slight origin strength. "Oh yeah? A brat from the Sinatra house? The fifth level, Hard Body Mystic Stage?! Yeah, they ain't normal indeed, hmph."

"As for this one... tsk," Mr. Turner sneered and sucked his teeth when he saw who the final student was. He didn't even need the tablet to identify this young man. "As a teacher, I shouldn't call any students trash but come on... how could this brat even bother to stay in this school. Waste like this needs to be in mortal schools, he doesn't have the aptitude to become an Essence Hunting Mystic Artist, he shows no lifeblood traits of a Bloodline Warrior, and he doesn't even qualify to be a Magus. He can't even hope to qualify."

Mr. Turner made fun of the boy, but inwardly he thought it was indeed a pity. He had never seen another student work harder than this one! Never had there been seen another athlete give more of his heart and soul to every competition! However, no matter how much effort the kid put in, his talent... just didn't make the cut. As a result, this boy was often bullied. However, this brat was dominant of heart! He would fight back with everything he had no matter who challenged him! Whether he won or lost, he would stay on his feet and hold his head up high the entire time, unless he was knocked unconscious.

And knocking this kid out was nearly impossible.

The kids now called the boy the mad mortal and stayed far away from him.

"Second level of the Hard Body Mystic Stage, ugh. He's not even at the third level, that's the worst for this year. Sigh... well I'll begrudgingly root for you, Kasino. Fight hard!"

What is a Mystic Pharaoh?

A shining light within the most bottomless abyss?

A beacon of strength in the face of calamity?

A warrior unrestrained by the physical plane, standing united with the natural elements?

All races worship the Celestial Pharaohs as the gods among ants.

Until the day the smallest and weakest of the ants rose up in resistance!

In the Magi Era, humanity has discovered the wonders of magic! This brought humans, the race once thought to be the weakest existence, to the peak of competition with the universe's strongest races!

Unfortunately, not everyone can be in that competition. Even though Lucky Riot spent his whole life being looked down on, he still never looked down on himself. He knew he was destined to eclipse the glory of all others!

It was what Lucky was born to do.

In an age where humanity has discovered the secrets of the universe or the ability to utilize origin energy, becoming magi is the only way to earn respect! However, Lucky seems to have zero talent in cultivating! Of course, that was all before the day he punched a hole into someone's face!

"Should I yield due to someone claiming their birth is nobler than my own? No! If they say I can not have her, I will make her mine regardless! If they consider me slow, I will outpace them! If they consider me a minor character, I will outgrow them! If they say I am inferior, I will simply surpass them! Who will stop me then?"

Join Lucky as he awakens the power that sleeps within and discovers the ever-changing world of the mystics!

Harry was eating breakfast with Jasmine, Laura, and Thomas, as Kristine left earlier for the ministry.


He was in a little gloomy mood because the information he got about the artifact from Kristine after he went back to the home.


The running of 10 km was must as to ensure he wouldn't blast off due to excessive magic power, this he counties his exercises, after completing all work out he went back to Kristine's room to ask more about it.


Even before he reached, the system did some raise calculation and inform him that he could only use it once in a year to know the future as for the turning time to the past could dine normally.


He still made his way to the room to know the origin of this artifact.


Kristine was already wake up and was dressing to go to work. She blushed when Harry enters the room. Harry for a moment forget all problems when saw her shy expression. He smiled warmly which made her daze when she came out of daze Harry was already near her.



Harry was disappointed again as she didn't know either the origin of this artifact, but she knew how to use it better from her ancestor's diary. 



"At the junction of time, when you had to make choice but you are unsure about it, at that time you could use this artifact to know the future of the path you chose. Let's understand it an easy way with example. Say you are at a six-way crossroad, and you don't know which way leads to the destination you want to be. So at that time, you could activate the artifact to know which road leads to where. It would be the same as living the future, but only you would know about it. When the power of the artifact will end, you would be transferred back at the place where you activated the artifact, same as you always been, but with extra future knowledge to make a better judgment."



Harry listen to her attentively whole time when she explained it.


In short, he could do stuff in real(in the future) but no one will know other than him.


What a great artifact it is!



Harry could imagine if it would have fallen in hand of some wicked or perverted person what they might do but no one will ever know about it!



Kristine also told him that last time this was used was 400 years ago by her ancestor when the 12 Aurors were chosen.


Harry wanted to talk to her more and spend some 'quality' time with her, but they soon heard Jasmine's voice calling out, so Harry had to use the rings ability to escape.



Harry didn't know what they talked about as he had returned to his room to clean as he had rather bad smell from all exercise.



When he went to the kitchen, Kristine had already left for work, so Harry could only think about the people he is going to meet. The first was Zoe's father and the second was Felicity's brother who also was Ilvermorny's headmaster.


That is why Jasmine hadn't returned to the school as she was coming with them, and today special training will begin so she won't be late either.


Harry distinctly remember Felicity mentioning about it, as she was applying for professors job.



After lunch, Harry Jasmine and Thomas used the floo-network to reach Zoe's place.


When they reached, Zoe had already left for the ministry. Harry really wanted to meet her, but it was alright as well. He now wanted nothing more than to get all the ingredients and start potion company.



The meeting with Zoe's father went rather well as in passing Harry mentioned all other families of noble-nine had already made a magical contract with him, and the gold Harry was paying was double than the market, and more importantly her daughter had told him numbers time, so he had no reason to deny it.



Thomas and Zoe's father talked about their old time for a while. They went go on and on until Jasmine snapped and reminded him that she needed to reach school in time before the first-day start of special training.


Thomas bid his farewell with him, and walk out of his house as the school wouldn't allow the use of the floo network. So they had to Apparate outside of the school and walk through the front door.



Harry and Jasmine put their hands in the shoulder of Thomas and in the blink of the eye, the scenery in front of them changed.



When Harry opened his eyes, he was already at Mount Greylock where Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry was located. Harry was amazed by seeing such great historic building in person. 


Jasmine smiled when she saw Harry in a daze. She was like him too when she came here for the first time. She interwinds her hand with him and leads him inside, as Harry was busy admiring beauty of the place he let her lead the way.



Ilvermorny Castle is on top of the highest peak of Mount Greylock, so trio made their way through stone road.


The castle was made of granite stone. Harry could see the front doors are adorned with marble statues of Sayre and Steward on either side. 



"You know, It is concealed by several enchantments which sometimes makes the school like a wreath of misty cloud, and Muggles would never able see this magnificent castle on the peak," describe Jasmine while smiling sweetly



Harry nodded in understanding, while Thomas who was forgotten by both snorted to make his presence known. Jasmine let out her pink tongue out while Harry, as usual, ignored him. It was a simple thing if someone isn't good to me, I don't care about them, and if they treat me good, I will treat them better.




As it was enjoyable for Harry, and Jasmine felt he was in a bad mood at breakfast, so she took a long road to improve his mood. Harry indeed felt better and it was already great to have a legendary artifact. So what he could use it just once in a year? Other wouldn't have a choice at all.



Thomas came along while numbering they were late for a meeting, but Jasmine eyed him which made him stop.



They unknowingly made their way to back of the school. They were just about to return when Harry felt his wand making funny reaction on its own. It was the second time it did like this. When it did the first time, Harry got to learn the way of wand-making in ancient ways.


He became excited to know what will it be this time.


Soon he got his answer as a wand send knowledge to his brain as it was inside the ring only he knew about it.


Dragons!


Everything was about dragons. How to raise them or things need to take care to raise dragons. There were hundreds of uses of dragon's blood. It can be used in many places such as potions. And every part of the dragon was a treasure.


Harry took a deep breath to calm, as he asked the main question: what made the wand react this way?


He looks around and saw the tree at the side of the food as if to prove his doubt, the wand pointed itself towards the tree.


So, he had to find or learn something from the tree to gain all this knowledge of the dragons.



Harry sorted out everything in just a second, as he was suddenly stood still other two looked at him.



He suddenly thought of time turner. If the tree had something to do with what he wants, it can't be that easy otherwise someone had already found whatever there are supposed to be. So he decided to use legendary time turner!



It was inside the ring, as he activated golden glow shine from it. It started spinning, and Harry could tell when it will stop he will be back to the current place.


Harry smiled as he saw it already started working. He can now do whatever he wants without worrying about anything.


Harry walked to Jasmine and asked, " oh, what is this tree, I was wondering. I look unique."



"This one? It is indeed a unique tree. It is one of a kind and only one in the world, " replied Jasmine.


Harry nodded as it was indeed a weird looking tree.


It wasn't enough so he asked the all-know system, and the system didn't disappoint him.




<< Isolt, the founder of Ilvermorny, was living with her husband James here, but her aunt Gormlaith found out about her as she was anti-muggle, so she came to fight with her, but instead was defeated by William, a Pukwudgie, who killed her. After Gormlaith's die, Isolt and James buried her wand in the school grounds. She did not wish to keep the wand as it was the last reminder of her unhappy childhood. Within a year, a snakewood tree grew from the ground where it was buried. Any attempts to kill or prune it was unsuccessful, and it was kept after it was discovered that the tree contained powerful medicinal properties.>>



<<Note that Isolt and her aunt's ancestor was none other than Salazar Slytherin.>>


'Wow, that is a complicated history! So it turned out this tree is due to Salazar's wand.'


Harry while in reality walked near a tree with Jasmine, but when he wanted to go near it, he saw a Pukwudgie coming out from the back of the tree.


"What the hell you guys doing here?? Shouted the rude Pukwudgie.



Jasmine might be used to their rude behavior, so she shows her tongue and made a cute expression, " We were taking a stroll so no need to mind us." She then took Harry and left. And Thomas was left behind with Pukwudgie which was awkward for him so he ran after the duo.



Harry was now singing a merry song as his decision to activate the legendary time Turner was right, as it turns out someone was there already and there might be more to the security. 


This could be avoided when Harry would act on reality. It has become possible because of Harry's new ability liquid luck!


When he saw the tree and wanted to go there as soon as possible, the ability kick in and stopped him so he knew the problem was ahead, and so he activated the artifact. He knew there was going to special yearly training in the school, so might as well he join the fun.


Thomas, who was running from behind, looked quite comical, finally reached with the duo, and so trio made their way to the headmaster's office.



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Next chapter: joining the school!

He was reborn as Harry Potter, but at the wrong time. That wasn't the only problem. As time passed, he found that it wasn't the same world as Harry Potter which he knew from the novel.

One of the biggest differences was polygamy in the Wizarding world, but well it is great since he has a harem system. It's like "Favorite food and doctor recommended it when ill." 

Join the journey of Harry, a young wizard who embark on the road of friendship, passion, and love, to become the Harem Lord!

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First Arc: The Boy Who Lived
Second Arc: Ilvermorny(american wizarding school)



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Underground Garage Shelter, W.A.R.T.S

Sia releases a slow breath out her nose and tries to gather her thoughts before beginning to speak again. "ExplorerTech Industries." Her interrogators step back to drop into their chairs, eyes ever watchful and interest clearly peaked. "What…do you know…about them?"
Sia hopes that things go as planned. Maybe she can get through this. No one has mentioned her resemblance to herself and Ika is one of the few people that could clearly identify her. They continue to refer to her as Marcus, her cover is intact, but for how long? The only other people who had contact with her were Eli, Turner, and those Wanderers. Who seem to be missing. 'Were they killed at the river?'
She ignores that thought and moves onto the next. Hopefully, they're on the road to understanding she isn't a threat, but even if she convinces them not to kill her, she needs their cooperation, their manpower, and resources. If ExplorerTech Industries has no meaning to them, how can she convince them that they're a threat? What do these people cherish more than anything? What could ExplorerTech take from them?
"What do we know about them?" He shakes his head. "This is where you tell us what you know. All of it. Not the other way around. Why do they matter?" The interrogator has a hand raised to rub his temple. His companion has a hand resting on her leg, an index finger tapping at her knee as she waits for the prisoner to continue.
Sia bites her lower lip, and wiggles against the floor, struggling to prop herself up into a sitting position. It takes a few moments, and her interrogators don't raise a hand to help her, watching her every move with a look of distrust in their eyes. 
Sia doesn't meet their eyes. The fresh burn of embarrassment and shame settling in at the damp feel of her underwear rubbing against her skin. A sad sniff forces her to cough, the stench that clings to her is hellish. It'll probably mask the smell of piss. A glance at her filthy torn pants eases the embarrassment a bit- all the mud and filth she's crawled through has covered her with a way to disguise her...accident. 
She leans her head back to avoid another whiff of herself and ignores the moist fabric...tries to ignore it, before finally managing to sit up. Testing the patience of her interrogators doesn't seem like a good idea, so she starts again. "They matter. They….Their scientists have a habit of torturing people."
"You mean the Underling. What does that have to do with us?" The male interrogator shrugs and shakes his head. "Underling are no friends of ours. Where are you from?"

'Dammit.' Sia is from a time when Underling, righteous pacifist sea dwellers, were an ally to all of mankind. There were people who disliked their secrecy and a few groups that petitioned for transparency and expeditions to illuminate the mysterious kingdoms under the sea. To learn their secrets, their weaknesses, and all about the incredible technology they've been steadfast in denying humans access to. But overall, people trusted them.
The nervous twitch of her lips barely registers as a smile. "I'm from here." 
From what Sia has learned from traveling with the Wanderers and mercenaries, something shifted in the relations between Underling society and Cinalia. The Underling attacked and destroyed much of the country, along with the coasts of several of Cinalia's allies. The rest of the world scrambled to defend themselves and return fire, but none of the Wanderers knew of the success of any of those efforts. 
The Underling vanished from all known contact posts and were never seen again. A ceasefire was ordered when they could no longer locate their aquatic enemy. Officially, the war ended in a stalemate, but the human participants knew no real damage had been done to the other side and no armistice had been signed. If the sea dwellers rose up to attack once more, how would mankind retaliate? 
Sia never heard the reason for why the Underling began their attacks, but most don't care to speculate over the exact reason. They annihilated millions of Cinalians without warning, the reason why will never be sufficient enough to calm the incandescent rage the survivors have against the species as a whole. All hate the sea and fear it. 
'Fuck. Shit. Fuck!' She didn't factor any of that into her hurriedly made plans. Why the hell would they put their necks out for an unknown Underling? They wouldn't...she's failed again...revealed too much. Sia rapidly blinks, but her body is frozen in terror. Being a Savage is one thing, but being an Underling sympathizer? What do they do to them? Is it worse than execution?
'Sia...Maybe I can be of service to you?' A calm port in a storm. Sia's annoyed by how blank her mind has gone. What could the fish say to sway the sharks from biting? She's doomed, and in the end, he's doomed as well. They're doomed. Sia doesn't reply.

"You're from here? And where is that exactly? What settlement are you from?"
"You say you aren't a Savage... and you don't act like any that we've seen, but what would possess you to partner with Underling? What are they paying you?"
"You said they gave you a device. Where is it?"
"Who else is on this mission of yours?"
"Do you know a woman named Sia?"
Sia can't halt the shock from forcing her mouth slack with disbelief. 'Have all the idiots died and left the smart to inherit the earth? It can't be that obvious.' It doesn't matter. She has to keep talking or it's truly the end.  She uses the look of honest surprise and her mind works double time fabricating a backstory for her male persona and the settlement he's attached to. 
"Wow...Did she tell you her real name?" A sheepish grin spreads across Sia's face. If this is her last hurrah, she should go all in.  "We were hoping she didn't make a big impression on you guys."
The interrogators share a look and a short laugh. "She's done more than that. She's been an absolute delight." The woman's words are dripping with sarcasm. 
"Were you traveling with her before we captured you?"
'Before you accidentally crashed into me you mean, stumbled upon me, before I allowed you to take me in...and screwed myself over.' She doesn't correct them. "We didn't know River City was destroyed and we didn't know what we would find in Coldstone, but we were able to make contact with a ...valuable ally. The Underling I'm looking for is alive. We know who took him."
They momentarily ignore the information about the Underling. "Will she be joining you?"
'She's already here.' Sia smirks. She keeps the taut, tight grip of fear in her chest out of sync with her movements, staying relaxed and fluid. She nods her head toward the exit. "She's more useful out there than in here. We didn't know how friendly you'd be if you saw her again." She flashes an awkward look around the empty tunnel entrance. "Actually, I imagined it'd be something like this."
"Are all your people like this?"
"Like this?"
The woman gestures to her own neck. 
Sia touches her neck. "Umm."
"Are you and the woman the only mutated ones?" The man asks.
"N—Yes? It's only Sia and me." '—Myself and I.' She shrugs. "We were the first to volunteer. That was a part of the deal. In exchange for their help, we would complete this task. This is all they care about at the moment."
"What kind of aid have they given you?"
"What do you think? All the things people need to thrive in this sort of world. Why else would we be desperate to please those freaks." Sia puts up a confident front, giving an "I know what I'm talking about, so move this thing along" type of look. She takes a moment to meet each of their gazes before continuing. "I don't know how you've all fared out here, but we've needed the outside help for a while. After a few years, we'd sucked the surrounding areas dry with our scavenging parties. The land isn't ready to bare any fruit or vegetables. We were about ready to give up until they came. And that's how these things work. We didn't have a choice, and when ExplorerTech comes knocking you won't either. Only difference is we know our allies won't grab anyone while their sleeping. They don't need to test and torture…things actually work at sea." Sia ends her speech with a nod. Please believe me. The thought keeps replaying inside her mind. 'Please.'
That gives the interrogators pause but not for long. "You mentioned a device? Is that how they mutated you?"
'Don't speak of that.' Dernel advises with a whisper of thought. Sia grimaces at the command but concedes to the logic behind it. If she reveals too much, she will talk herself into a hole, an even deeper one. "There isn't much to say about it. I'm not mutated, I'm just...more."
The interrogators glance at each other for another moment of silent communication before the woman continues. "How do we know you weren't experimented on and changed? What kind of contact have you had with the Underling?"
'Intimate contact.'
"Not much. Everyone met for the deal. I was given the device and told where to start the search. We headed out the next day."
The interrogators are silent, then rise from their seats. Sia attempts to stop the flinch that works up her spine. They walk away a short distance to speak to each other. She tries to stay calm, slow breaths in, slow exhales out. She rubs her temple onto her shoulder, to wipe away the nervous sweat, but disguises the motion as a need to itch the side of her face and nose. 
When they return to their seats, the man starts it. "They give you anything to back up any of your claims?"
Sia pauses. "Proof, you mean?"
"Yeah, proof. Evidence." A pause, then. "How about you let us get a look at that device of yours."
'You can't do that.' Dernel is panicking now.
'I'm not an idiot! I know that.' Sia almost scoffs at the panicked Underling.
"I can't do that." Sia is reluctant to say it. If they decide to search her, a hand through her hair would easily reveal something fishy. "But I can prove it. You've seen me heal." But Savages can heal just as well, she would need something extraordinary to prove the device was superior technology, something no one else has their hands on. "Ask me something I shouldn't know about you that's on your public records, or I can..." Sia bounces with excitement at an idea and gestures with her head toward the outside. "I know! Place someone or something outside. Far away...far enough you know that I couldn't possibly know what they're doing. Not in a million years, with no radio or phone. Ask me what I see. I'll tell you exactly what they do. I'll prove it to you!"
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While they set up the test, a middle-aged man stirs on a thin cot. His mop of rust colored hair moves against the cloth filled pillow. He struggles out of the comforting grasp of the medicated rest the doctor has kept him under. His eyelids are heavy and he can only open them a tiny bit before the light from outside irritates him. The medwing entrance is open, letting in the bright glow of the afternoon sun's rays into the dim room. A sheet is propped up over the glass door, making it impossible for it to do its job of blocking the light.
The clink of glassware and the sliding of wooden drawers draws his attention from the doorway to the shelves and desks along the side wall. A tall, dark skinned man is rushing around picking up items and shoving them into a brown satchel.
"Nar…Nard." It tastes like cotton covered in muck was shoved into his mouth as he slept. He coughs to clear up some space for air and speech, but it makes him feel even worse. "Wha—" He struggles to say anymore.
Nard opens and shuts another drawer after pulling out an unnecessary amount of gauze bandage rolls. He slams the drawer closed and his eyes frantically search the labels of the containers on the shelf for a recognizable name. His frantic movements jerk to a stop when he hears one of the patients cough. It's a deep cough with a slight wheeze when they try to breathe in.  He whirls around, closes the satchel, then crosses the room. 
A quick flick of his eyes shows him the child in the other bed is still unconscious. When he reaches his comrade's bedside, he sets down the bag and places a hand on the man's shoulder. He puts a knee on the cot and tries to sit the man up. "Turner, aaiy calm down. It's alright."
Turner throws out a hand to grasp the other man's forearm and stops him from moving him, an electric shock jolts up his leg. Tears leak out his eyes as he wrestles with his next breath. "I—" His breathing calms down and the coughing stutters to nothing. "I'm...I'm okay," Nard frowns in sympathy at the hoarse voice. "Wat...water."
Nard stands fully, casts a look around the room, and spots the pot on a side table between the two occupied cots. There are three short cups beside the metal pot and a rag is hanging off of it. Nard grabs a cup, checks the bottom for any contents, sees nothing alarming, but just to be sure— he blows into it. The cup is dipped into the pot of lukewarm water then he hurries to the other side of the bed. 
Turner hums a thanks and loosely grips Nard's wrist while he holds it against his cracked lips. There is a moment of satisfaction between the two. One satisfied that the other is alive and the other satisfied that the condition of their throat has improved substantially. Turner's ear twitches at the loud slamming of car doors outside the small medwing. He finishes drinking from the cup and fully opens his eyes.
Nard pulls away when he sees Turner has finished drinking. The cup is placed next to the flattened pillow, he taps it to slip it underneath and keep it from sliding off the cot. 
Turner's forehead creases and he lifts a brow before raising a hand to gesture at the doorway. "What's...up?" His jovial personality is weighed down by a slate of disorientation usually coupled with medical accidents, but is tripled by waking up in the middle of a turbulent situation. "Are we under attack?"
Nard bends down to pick up the brown satchel that is stuffed with supplies. He shakes his head and looks over his shoulder. "Nothing that bad, we're just about to go on an outing. Big news. We found a little wasteman with a lot of loot while you been napping. It's fishy, so Ika wants us prepared. You good?"
Turner looks warily at the blanket covering his lower extremities and squeezes a hand into a fist. Nard frowns and knocks his knee into the cot's metal frame. It creaks and Turner is shook out of his inner thoughts. "You good, man?"
Turner's smile is thin and shaky. "I'm good. Go on, I don't want to keep you." 
Nard doesn't go right away. He adjusts the shoulder strap of the bag and watches Turner, then glances out at the people running around doing tasks. He swivels his eyes from the doorway to his injured pal and back again, then sighs. 
Turner rolls his eyes. "Go on, I'll go back to sleep. I'm exhausted." Turner lays back against the flat pillow. He closes his eyes and pretends to get comfortable for a moment, wincing at the pain the movement brings him. He forces out a weak yawn and waits.
Nard stands at his bedside for several long seconds and Turner almost thinks the man will stay before he takes a few loud steps toward the door. There is a rustle of fabric before the squeaking of the glass doors signals the man's full retreat outside. Turner releases a heavy sigh and opens his eyes. Nard has let down the shade cloth to block the sunlight and closed the doors. 
Turner sits up a bit, moaning as he shifts and looks around the room for any signs. Signs that Priya has visited him, something...maybe a note. The corner of his mouth quirks up as he thinks of what she might write on a tiny slip of paper. After a short search, and no note in sight, he drops back against the pillow and knocks the cup to the ground. The clatter is loud and irritating, and he whispers a little "Sorry" to the small boy in the bed beside his. 
He grips the side of the cot and leans down to grab the cup...but it's out of reach. He grasps for it one more time ignoring the cot's groans, but his legs move a bit too far to the right and force him to still. He backpedals with his hand on the ground, pushes up on the side of the mattress, and lies back, breathing out a sigh of relief that he didn't fall over. A layer of sweat trails down the back of his neck and forehead, another thing to complain about to Priya when she finally gets her beautiful ass up to visit him. If she ever does.
He chuckles. He looks at the dark featureless ceiling and chuckles. A car door slams and several vehicles ride out. The chuckle dies out and he's left with silence. 
'I've really screwed up this time.'
He would have asked Nard about Priya, but he already knew what the conversation would be. Him, the pitiful invalid, reaching for his friend's arm, asking about the woman that owns his heart and Nard shuffling by the bedside, close-mouthed. "Women, man, just give her time." Nard would reply.
 It would result in the same sulking later, but maybe...maybe she wasn't here. Maybe she's just busy. She went on an outing, she didn't know he woke up, she still cares.
Turner can barely look down at his leg, can't bear to look beneath the blankets and see what that spider has done to him. He knows it's bad. He's probably been hopped on more drugs than would usually be allowed in the world before...and he knows it's bad. And now he might lose his only chance with the most wonderful woman. Someone you wouldn't even dare to dream about before. 
It wouldn't be smart to take on a liability like him. He's seen how people view his boss's brother, Dennis. Dennis, the one who started this whole settlement, who'd never ask anything of anyone that he wouldn't sacrifice himself. Who is stuck with sending his younger brother out into the world, without him to watch his back, since the accident. Except he isn't in higher management like Dennis, he doesn't have any skills outside of his training. He's a dud. That's all he'd be, a weak invalid with no place. Useless.
He'd seen that woman fight with the best and worst and come out with no more than a split lip and a slight limp. "And here I am," He grumbles.
He stares up at the ceiling as tears leak out the corner of his eyes and places his forearm over his face to shield it from view. His lips are a tight line trying to hold all sounds at bay. A wet sniffle escapes him before he rubs his forearm over his eyes and grunts.
'Is it selfish to want a chance even now?' He chuckles darkly. 'Before, this was awful shit, but people got through it. Families got closer. It showed how loyal your woman truly was, how loving. But now, big guy...if she tosses you aside that's good on her. Common sense.' His breath hiccups, his chest feels tight. 'But I'd do it all again...I wouldn't stop protecting my people for some dumb leg.' He struggles to take a deep breath after admitting that fact. The fact that his leg is forever altered. Gone.
"We're ready to survive, but that only works if we're together." He mutters that under his breath, words he remembers Dennis uttering in the old days when W.A.R.T.S was a couple of survivors and a broken-down truck. He grasps the sheet with a trembling hand and squeezes his eyes shut. "That only works if we work together."
'Priya, please don't...' He blinks at the ceiling, tears spilling from his flooded eyes. 'Please. give me a chance.' 

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Being transported 16 years into a dystopian future wasn’t included in the job description for the janitorial staff at ExplorerTech Industries, but that’s exactly what’s happened to Sia.

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