Luna has been accepted into Witchcraft Academy, the school for gifted and talented witches. She is excited for all the adventures she's going to have, but unaware of what else is to come. Join her on her journey, as she makes new friends, discovers her true powers, and finds that her true love isn't all that far away.

“Have you ever felt completely bored out of your life?”


“Have you ever doubted the reason for your existence? Your purpose?”


“Is there a tiny spark of curiosity inside that boredom? Wanting to explore? Wanting to know more?”


“That's me? Just a fun loving guy bored to death in the most literal manner. I lived an uneventful life as an orphan. Studied hard, got a job but never married. I guess sudden heart attack leaves you no chance to think about the future. One of the things you should know about me though, I am a very humble person.”


“If you compare me to the regular tramsmigrators of the legends then you might be mistaken. After all, what abilities does a salesman could offer in a world filled with magic, right?”


“You have been warned. If you still want to read, follow my adventure where I embrace the romantic adventures of every fantasising males and females. The adventure of a Hunter.”

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I do not own the cover.

Ron and the others presented the new method before Pollux and unsurprisingly, he was surprised. Just thinking of the implications if the kids actually managed to do it, it was enough for him to be shocked and surprised for a while. ``You kids have to stop giving me so many surprises all time. It' not good for my old body to be shocked all the time.'' Listening to Pollux's words, the kids just smiled and laughed at his antics. They all knew how proud Pollux was of them. Even if they were one of the kids who joined later, no one was ever ignored or mistreated in Pollux's presence. After getting a little bit of direction from Pollux, the kids went back to their schedule, wake up, exercise and then converge at the previously decided House. There they practiced their Potions, Alchemy, Runes and Spell casting abilities. They and their families knew how big of an advantage the Runic Tressures made by Ron were and they did not want to waste it. Besides Ron, who had started learning basically since he was born. The others weren't something to look over as well, the eldest three, Bill, Charlie and Percy could all cast Wandless and Chantless Magic and the others were getting better every day. They could all now make Third Year Potions without the safety measures and could even make some High Level Alchemical, Runic and Magical Treasures without any help.

Everyone of course specialised in particular areas but they never let the other areas fall behind. Besides studying normal Magical Subjects, they also learnt about Wizard Etiquette and History while also learning to duel with and without Magic. All of these different lessons were spread across the week and gave them time to focus on making the products for their shop and work on the Werewolf Animagus Project. A few months passed and whilst they made progress, they weren't close to a proper result. ``Ahhhh! The testing of all these different methods takes so long! Why can't we just get one result that works right then and there?!!'' ``Exactly! Why do we come up with so many methods all at once?! If we know something isn't' going to work, why do we still test it?!'' ``I can't wait for this to be over.''. Hearing the frustrated shouts of the three youngest kids in the room, the others just smiled and went back to testing the different Potion recipes and combinations of spells and materials. Luna, Ginny and Astoria were young but the environment they had grown up in made them much more mature than other kids their age. 

They grew up surrounded by hard working and genius people and none of them were slackers despite their young age. Although they were shouting in frustration a minute ago, they were back on the table, looking through books, trying to come up with another Recipe or Combination to try. It wasn't just them who was frustrated by the lack of success, they were geniuses who hadn't seen failure for a long, long time. But their grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts were all there for them, in success and failure. Another reason they kept going back to try each and every method they could think of was the fact that they weren't doing it for fame or money, they were doing it for family. They all knew how amazing and talented Remus was but that talent was buried beneath the fact he was a Werewolf. They all hated how Remus felt unworthy of his status and how they literally had to force him to go and meet his father. Although the meetings became frequent after Lyall Lupin became a member of the Grandparent club, it was even harder to see Remus beat himself up. The Wolfsana Potion helped this situation immensely but it did not cure it and thus, the kids persevered. After another few weeks of trial and error, Hogwarts Holidays came around and Bill and Percy joined the kids once again. 

After hearing about their adventures at Hogwarts like how they helped the school deal with the Boggart Issue, the kids didn't think too much about it. They already knew about the Cursed Vaults at Hogwarts and unlike the original timeline, Dumbledore only held one position in this one, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was able to deal with most of the situations very quickly. Not to mention, he had help from the Ministry and several Wizard Families. After hearing them tell their adventures, Harry excitedly said, ``We already know most of that stuff! We should be discussing where we go for the holidays this time!'' everyone was excited about once again going around Europe, vising the different properties owned by their families and just having a good time. And they had plenty of good times but they were still working on their project. And with Bill and Charlie joining them, they had another two minds to source ideas from. But most of their time was still spent playing around the Mansions and Villas while going around the Magical and non-Magical Markets around the areas. 

Every time they visited a new area, they always went to the local equivalents of Diagon Alley and they would always find new and interesting books, Ingredients and Materials. Each and every one of which almost always gave them a few ideas about the Werewolf Cure and even other projects they had going on at the side. 

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Having been bullied almost his whole life, Ray's only solace had been his Mother and books. but one day, the bullies took things too far and he died. On his deathbed he had two wishes, for his Mother to be happy and for him to have the strength to be happy in his next life. somehow, both his wishes came true.

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Bohr wore a long scholar robe, along with his self-invented gold-rimmed glasses, a special alchemy artifact, as he rode a carriage in a merchant team that he had employed. He was following the merchants back to Gracchus. After almost two months, he was finally back to his own kingdom.
Bohr had fallen in love with his fellow apprentice of the tower, Catherine. Though Catherine was a few years younger than him, from the moment Bohr met her on SS Eternity, he had fallen for her.
Therefore, when SS Eternity reached Mara Kingdom, Bohr snuck off the ship. Immediately, with the backdrop of the setting sun, he knelt on one knee and confessed his love romantically, even using witchcraft fireworks.
However, it was completely useless. The outcome proved that, unless affection was 100% confirmed on both sides, there was only one sort of conclusion for such love confessions.
Bohr, who had gathered all of his courage for the event, was promptly placed in the dreaded friend zone by Catherine, who said that she merely respected him as a good man and an elder brother. Then, she stated that he could visit her any time in Mara Kingdom.
Aye, it was a tragic tale; poor Bohr was completely depressed and stranded in Mara Kingdom. SS Eternity had long departed, so Bohr had to spend many months journeying over rough roads to return to his own hometown.
Bohr got off the carriage with four suitcases when he arrived at the city of Masta by the Mesmer River. The suitcases contained the books that Bohr had copied and his own notes, as well as some spellcasting materials and his medical tonics.
These things were very rare in the normal human world. They had required his wits to create and manufacture. In fact, some of the specialized equipment was completely impossible to make in the human world.
Hence, before their departure, each of the apprentices had carried many large suitcases and exchanged a lot of notes and materials. They had also used their accumulated points to exchange some experiment equipment. However, some of the more advanced equipment required an astronomical amount of points to obtain.
Even Bohr, who often came up with new techniques and discoveries, did not manage to obtain enough points through the library to exchange any of those equipment, so he could only look at them. He would only be able to freely use the equipment if he returned to the wizard tower as a mentor.
Bohr alighted as the carriage approached the city gate, amid the bustling merchants that were heading towards the market by the south of the city. After Bohr bid them farewell, he went towards his old residence, the house by the Mesmer River.
The beautiful Mesmer River wound its way around the city, with channels that nurtured all of Masta. When Bohr was assaulted by the pure, clear sight of the river again, he could not help but be captured by its charm.
After five years away, the city of Masta had changed greatly. The people on the roads were unfamiliar, and even the familiar people Bohr occasionally encountered seemed to have aged many years. Though five years was not too long, it was enough to change teens into adults who had already married and had kids.
"Bohr? Are you Bohr?"
Occasionally, Bohr would recognize some acquaintances on the road, and every single one of them would exclaim in surprise. Other than the changes to his appearance, Bohr's temperament was also completely different from the rest of the city, which attracted everyone's attention. Even the children walking past were staring at him, while many of the young women were pointing at him furtively. Whenever they saw that Bohr had observed their glances, they would immediately walk away, blushing.
After five years of residence within the wizard tower, Bohr was already completely used to being around those handsome and beautiful. Even the ethereal beauty of the elves and Mr. Anthony was quite common.
When wizards wished to identify one another, it was much easier to read the waves of each other's mind power, since each person's mind power fluctuations were unique. This was far more precise than relying on one's outer appearance.
As such, Bohr had never paid much attention to his own appearance. However, when he returned to the human world, it was different. After attracting the attention of the public, Bohr felt out of place. At this instant, Bohr realized that over the last few years, a gulf had been created between him and ordinary people. Now, he was a completely different existence.
His old house was already in a state of extreme disrepair and all the rooms were covered in dust. After cleaning up, Bohr rested for a few days. Then, he opened a clinic in Masta again. Bohr wanted to fulfill the dream of his father and grandfather, which was to make history as a doctor who spread the true art of medicine and become a name that would be remembered throughout the ages.
Compared to the old him, Bohr's understanding and mastery over the human body had improved drastically. In the wizard tower, the dozens of students had created varieties after varieties of the Body Modification Technique, and developed many uses for the variants.
The medical knowledge that was taught in the tower also gave them a deep understanding of the structure of the human body, including its components and the causes of diseases. Even if Bohr did not use his mind power and witchcraft, he could easily find a way to cure common illnesses.
Therefore, almost all of Bohr's patients were completely cured after his treatment. Even the patients diagnosed with fatal diseases were returned from the brink of death under Bohr's watch. After a few such cases, especially after Bohr cured a high noble of Gracchus, his reputation quickly soared.
Everyday, the stream of patients at the clinic was near endless. Some even traveled thousands of miles to the city of Masta just to see Bohr. The sheer number was overwhelming and Bohr was too busy to do anything else. Hence, he had to build a larger clinic in Masta and find a few medic apprentices to pass on his medical knowledge.
Nevertheless, Bohr knew that he could still only help a certain number of people. Only a minority could be fully healed. Even though Bohr had lowered the fees to the absolute minimum, the ingredients, equipment, tonics and labor were all very expensive. Moreover, the medicine used to cure rare diseases was not cheap. Thus, Bohr could not save all of his patients.
Bohr decided to write a medical encyclopedia, with specialized knowledge on the human body and the causes of diseases. It would also include the causes and preventions of common illnesses, as well as their treatment methods. Then, he would share this book with doctors in the world.
This was an act that was centuries before its time. Its impact on the field of medicine and the community of doctors was immeasurable.
Medicine, at this time, was not a science, but rather a type of theology. Most of the doctors were even partially frauds. The scholarly pursuit of medicine was mixed with large amounts of guesswork regarding the gods, and was completely unsystematized. For example, there was not even a medical anthology that could allow people to understand and cure various diseases.
Even if there were, these books were usually closely guarded by doctors as lineage secrets which would never be passed around. As such, the development of medicine was extremely slow and difficult. Bohr had felt this frustration from his personal experience in the past.
These were the reasons why Bohr had decided to write his own introductory anthology. The contents would not be too difficult, and there would be no mention of witchcraft. Yet, this type of systematic approach to understanding and treating illnesses was sure to create a huge impact in the world. Bohr decided to name the book after his own family name, calling it the "Kelermo Medical Coding."
Just like Kelermo, the other wizard apprentices had settled down in their homelands. Some of those with the passion for power and wealth quickly developed, changing the societies around them.
For those who kept lower profiles, such as Bohr, even though they did not actively do much, they still deeply impacted the world through their actions subconsciously. This was because the knowledge and power they held were completely beyond the level of the current world.
Every one of them was like a butterfly in the Amazon forest. With just a tiny flap of their wings, they would eventually create a huge storm in the world.


By accident, Lu Zhiyu found the entrance to a low-dimensional world, and thus began a totally different journey!

Free to control everything in the low-dimensional game, Lu Zhiyu felt like a gamemaster, and even God.


"It's okay. They are not going to come here again." Syrme explained calmly.

"Did they leave the country? It is because of you?" Alex asked, curiously.

"Let's just say that they are not going to come, and leave it at that."

"Okay... I guess I trust you for now." Alex said slowly.

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"Now, try to say 'Lumos'" Syrme said to Evelyn.

"Lumos!" A bright light emerged at the end of the wand.

"Yes! I made it!" Evelyn celebrated jumping through the place with a happy face. 

The 5 of them had a magical core. Which means all of them could do magic. They were born from muggle families, so that would make them muggle-born.

It has been a year since he chose to live in this place. The cave was now illuminated. Lamps were hanging in the ceiling and were mysteriously turned on in spite of being a place without electricity. There were tables, food, comfortables beds, and a lot of couches.

The bodies of the werewolves from Fenrir's pack were thrown to the sea. The only thing that was left from all the mess was news about the disappearances of the five kids. No magic was used in the fight, so the magical community didn't think these five disappearances had to do anything with them.

If Syrme remembered correctly, for the magical community to know about them they would need to put a trace in the wand they bought and in the said wand, you would need to do magic with it.

The guys were getting very comfortable living here with rest. They couldn't go to school, but they were learning on their own with a little help from the System.

Syrme travelled around the world like always, trying to get across to new kinds of magic or things to do. The Dursley family was left forgotten, probably celebrating that he's gone. Dumbledore should be searching for him by now if he didn't notice the disappearance of Syrme from Privet Drive. But Syrme made sure there weren't any traces of him left or any tracking devices in his person, so it was going to be difficult if Dumbledore wanted to find him.

Now the cave was like a safe-haven for Syrme. The kids also wanted to travel a little too, so he sometimes took one or two with him.

They, at some point, discovered what happened to the guys that kidnapped them.

Instead of being afraid of Syrme, they tried to convince him to train them.

And they made it.

Not just in magic, but also they wanted to learn martial arts and such.

Syrme created a ward in the cave which principal function was to hide the trace of magic left and hide the place from external parties. Something like a fidelius charm but more tamed.

And just like that, another year passed. 

And another one.

As time passed by, Syrme found himself loving the place and the group.

Mike was rash and a little rude, but deep down, he was a good kid.

Evelyn was timid, but if you got to know her, she always would say silly things to lighten the mood all the time.

Sebas was also very timid, but since he started adapting to his circumstances, he began to show signs of a brave cavalier gentleman.

Alex was the boss of the group. The last word in decisions. Like a big brother.

Syrme was... like a father?

Syrme was like a father... in spite of being the second youngest of them.

Mike liked to train and eat, and he was afraid of highs.

Evelyn liked to read and sing.

Sebas was getting comfortable in his joke-present suit of a mini-butler.

Alex liked to cook and clean. But he hated anything out of place and not cleaned, much to the dismay of Mike.

Every one of them had things they liked and disliked.

Syrme was more open to them. Even sometimes, Syrme brought the group to several IDs. When they asked what this mysterious power Syrme had was, he had to lie.

The few people knew about the System, the better.

Somewhere along the way, Alex decided to name the group.

The black knights.

Syrme made sure of teaching all about the wizarding world that he remembered from the books. He needed them to be prepared just in case.

And just like that, Syrme's {Home} was found.

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10-year-old Syrme was cleaning the dungeon of orcs and hobgoblins.

While he was killing some of them, he was talking to Mike and Alex about the incoming trouble in the magical world. They were already grown so they could make their desitions. If it were for Syrme, he wouldn't want to know anything that happens in the magical community of Britain. But, he also took into account of understanding about what could happen if he doesn't show up at Hogwarts. It could be different from what he read, but he didn't want to take any chances.

There are a lot of lives endangered in Hogwarts if Syrme decided to do nothing. Not only that, but he also decided, in memory of the poor Harry Potter that died in the cupboard, to end what his parents started.

That doesn't mean Syrme was prepared to go directly to the headmaster and lick his ass. He also knew from the books that Dumbledore didn't have his best intentions with Harry. A lot of manipulation and holes in the story didn't sit well with Syrme.

Dumbledore had a 'Greater Good' mentality. If it is for the greater good, some things that could be considered dubious, are right in his book. 

'The road to hell is paved with goods intentions.'

'Dumbledore wanted to end a greater evil. It's possible that with age, and a desperate attempt to end what he couldn't, he though in putting his hopes in a prophecy child whose destiny was to finish the dark lord. Harry fit the criteria perfectly. He just needed someone a little more malleable. He needed a starved and un-loved child that just found a world where he wasn't a freak.'

'The first year, it was clear the security for the Philosopher stone wasn't made for grown-ups wizards. From here, we take the conclusion that Dumbledore wanted Harry to find the stone.'

'The second year... He probably knew what it was, but decided to do nothing except for sending a sword.'

'In the third year, we get to know Sirius Black. The supposed secret-keeper from the Potters. I think Dumbledore personally knew about it because he was the one to cast the damned spell. But, like a said in the beginning, if a sane Sirius Black was to raise Harry then Harry will be more difficult to deal with.'

'A lot of things in the book didn't make any sense whatsoever. Like the punishment for staying outside after curfew.'

'The punishment was to send 11 years old kids into the forbidden forest to search about the creature that was injuring the unicorns.'

'The forbidden forest.'

'THE FORBIDDEN.'

'11 years old.'

'It doesn't make any sense.'

'No-one decided to tell Harry a lot of things about the wizarding world, or even telling him about his parents.'

'I could probably be wrong about everything and Dumbledore had nothing to do with it. But, better be prepared and vigilant than naive and manipulable.'

'If I go there and the old man decides to send me back to the Dursleys...'

'Or if he tries something that endangers my group or me...'

'I think the elder wand will look good in my hand...'

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Syrme looked again at the unopened letter in the table. Next to it, an almost plucked ugly owl tried to lift himself. He just came back from a visit to the Catholic Cathedral of Notre-Dame and decided to rent himself a flat.

"Is it already my birthday...?" Syrme asked himself, opening the letter. The owl got to stand up and flew to the window.

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr.Harry Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
The term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
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"I guess this trip will have to wait. To Diagon alley..." Syrme murmured.

"But first..." And the sound of apparition was heard.

[ Stats ]

Lvl: 57
EXP: 1,800,000/2,910,000
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-Name: Harry Potter
-True Name: Syrme
-Race: Human
-Age: 11 years
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-Strenght: 60
-Vitality: 120
-Dexterity: 270
-Intelligence: 240
-Wisdom: 296
-Charisma: 151
-Luck: 100
Points unassigned: 40
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Origin: Dreams, Knowledge.
Magic Circuits: 30C->30B
Magical Core: B->A
Magical Trigger: Here I dream, here I learn.
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Skills:
-???: ???
-Death Wisdom: A
-ID: Create/Escape: C->A
-Spellcasting: A->S
-Speech: B->A+
-Instinct: C->B
-Occlumency: B->A+
-Thought acceleration: A++
-Memory Partition: C->B
-Paranza Corta: B->S+
-Reinforcement: C->A
-Northern ITF Taekwondo: C->A
-Renewal Taekwondo: B->A++
-Memory Manipulation: C->B
-Apparition: B->A
-Mana Burst (Lightning): D->B
-Mind's Eye (False): D->C
-Champuru Kendo (Mix): D->B
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{ID: Create/Escape: C->A}
Creating and escaping a dimensional space around you that depending on the level of the skill, it introduces more things and beings into the said dimension. Warning: Someone with enough space awareness could discover the dimension.

{Spellcating: A->S}
This skill consists of the proficiency of spellcasting either by voice or by thought. For this skill is necessary to have a magical core or magical circuits in the caster. For any skill with the requisite of magecraft is needs a magical trigger, also known as an aria. 

{Speech: B->A+}
Conversation understanding, speech managing, and Skills related to voice are improved.

{Instinct: C->B}
Rare Skill that only comes with experience. The user has a better intuition about what is going on around you. When it comes to following a path, you 'feel' if something could go wrong.

{Occlumency: B->A+}
The practice of the mind. More organised thoughts. Creation of mindscape and protection of the mind. Occlumency is the art of one's mind.

{Thought acceleration: A->A++}
With the need for the magical trigger. The thought of caster is accelerated for the amount of time the caster wishes. Warning: Using this skill for a long period could cause migraines.

{Memory Partition: C->B}
It is the ability to partition their thoughts to form multiple independent thought processes. While normal people can only have a single "room" in their brain and focus on one thought, partitioning adds partitions to the one room to create multiple rooms.

{Paranza Corta: B->S+}
Style of blade/knife fighting of Italian origin. Paranza Corta centre itself around blocking strikes and responding with counter attacks of quick stabbing motions in very delicate zones of the body. Jugular vein, kidney, eye, carotid artery, brachial artery, wrists, heart, lungs, liver, femur artery, etc.

{Reinforcement: C->A}
Purpose of pushing a basis to the utmost limit. It is the foundation of all Magecraft that enhance the existence of the target by pouring Magical Energy. Success requires a good grasp of the inner structure to fill openings with Magical Energy. Reinforcing the purpose of existence would be increasing the sharpness of a knife, the nourishment of food, or in the case of a living creature, physical strength, and durability.

{Northern ITF Taekwondo: C->A}
Art developed in modern North Korea. This type of Taekwondo is derived from ITF Taekwondo which favours straight, fast attacks and, unlike WTF Taekwondo, allows all forms of fighting without protection.

{Renewal Taekwondo: B->A++}
Art developed in modern South Korea. It is emphasised in strong, linear kicks like its base WTF Taekwondo. Some skills are directly linked with WTF Taekwondo.

{Memory Manipulation: C->B}
It is an alteration of the mind's records to make a person forget about a specific event. Effectiveness is limited by the number of deviations between what the target remembers and what the people around them remember. Basic spell of magecraft.

{Apparition: B->A}
Method to travel used by the wizarding world. This is accomplished by having the user focus on the desired location in their mind and then purposely disappearing from that spot to reappear at the location the user envisioned.

{Mana Burst (Lightning): D->B}
Is the increase in performance caused by infusing one's weapons and body with Magical Energy and instantly expelling it. Simply put, recreating the effect of a jet burst by expending large amounts of Magical Energy. Variation with lightning.

{Mind's Eye (False): D->C}
It is a natural talent to foresee/sense and avoid danger based on an innate 6th sense, intuition, or prescience. The accuracy of this instinct can be augmented by experience. The ability also grants the effect of offering resistance against penalties caused by visual obstructions.

{Champuru Kendo (Mix): D->B}
Unorthodox Kenjutsu style based on breakdancing. Taking bits and pieces from all forms of martial arts and making up the rest on-the-go as he fights his opponents, making the fighter generally unpredictable in a fight. There's a second blade mixed in this style when the situation arises.
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Syrme was a teen with a lot of dreams and a good life. But his life ended earlier than he thought, and with him, his dreams.

Or maybe not.

MC is transmigrated into the body of Harry Potter.

Felix Bain was a smart little boy who grew up to be very helpful to his father Mr. Donavon Bain. The two lived on the outskirts of London in the jungle area in a small log-house. Mr. Donavon was a farmer and an upright person. Although his conduct was still questionable. He'd drink liquor every day, and heavily, at times. Despite that, he would still be able to work properly and was more focused than when he was sober.

Felix was home-schooled by Donavon since Donavon didn't believe in the schooling system of present times.

"Bunch of fogy folks brainwashing the imagination out of little kids!" Donavon once said before spitting heatedly. Felix had asked him about schools on one day when Donavon himself had started the topic of how the society functions and about its important institutions.

"You don't need to go there. I'll teach you everything you need to know." Donavon said looking at him from the corner of his eyes while frowning. His own experiences at schools perhaps weren't good enough to make him send his child there.

Other than learning basic language and other things, Felix would spend rest of the time in helping out with the chores. He'd clean the log house and he'd help cook food while learning about cooking at the same time.

Now, Mr. Bain wasn't a chef-level ideal cook but being self-dependent confirmed his knowledge regarding normal cooking. They'd often eat what they grew in the field. Potatoes, tomatoes, berries and some wild fruits from the jungle. Even the flour was home-made and Mr.Donavon made sure that Felix wrestled with the crude stone flour maker with his own two little hands for some time before he takes over most of the job himself. By the age of 10 Felix was strong enough to grind it all by himself. 

Other chores included pruning the vegetation, planting, taking care of the field, chopping wood and bringing water.

The father and son duo were poor but proud. They had all the best of things nature provided around them. They worked hard all year long and lived a self-dependent life.  Every season, Mr. Donavon would take the extra crops from his field to the city to sell it off at the vegetable market and buy some necessities from the money he earned… Necessities such as liquor; the variety of it… The stronger the liquor, the better it was. Some light ones too, for drinking during meals. A barrel full of brandy, his favorite since the day he saw that magical white glowing boar…

Such days were the only ones when Felix would go outside the jungle and into the city with his father and learn about the modern world. Donavon would make sure to take a round of the city and show him around. Felix was very curious about the video games once and wanted one too.

"We don't have a TV son." Mr. Donavon replied. "Heck we don't even need one. No time, no electricity supply, no signals either. Is it really worth all the trouble bringing all that technology over? Isn't riding those deer more fun than just squatting down fidgeting with a remote all day?" Felix didn't have an answer. It was indeed true. He had grown up in nature. The living animals and birds that he saw and played with everyday seemed better than the small rocket drawings firing small white orbs at other cool rocket drawings. And those musical sounds and oh, a level up!! Felix' eyes glittered as he saw the other kid trying out the video game in the shop. But then he shook his head and decided to follow after his father.

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*Chirp Chirp* Birds were chirruping as a cool wind blew through the forest, swaying the thicket of tree branches and bringing a fragrant smell of the wild. Felix took a deep breath and looked at the thick log of wood before him. He lifted his axe up and swung it down.

*Crash!!* *Stokk!!* *Creakk* numerous sounds echoed as he tried to chop down the log but after 10 minutes the axe slipped off his shaking hands and Felix sat down on the ground panting. His arms were numb and his shoulders were sore.

"Haha! A tough one, isn't it?" Mr. Donavon shouted with zeal. "It's the whole thick trunk of a tree I cut down for ya. Take a breather then get back on it. I want it all chopped up to pieces in 2 days."

"..."

Truth is… sometimes Felix just felt like crying. His father would bring one tough thing after another to push on him to deal with. Example: the whole thick trunk of a huge tree. Felix glanced at his father's arms… they were muscular and he had chopped down the whole tree and into pieces leaving this trunk area, size of his own height to deal with, for him.

Felix sighed. "I wished I was strong like him. Then again, I wish this damned trunk would just…arrgh!" Felix picked up his axe and swung again in frustration. Sitting down wasn't going to finish the chores. He had to do it himself. Felix didn't know what exactly frustrated him though. That trunk or his lack of strength, or his father's strange wild life… or this mundane world…? He didn't know what it was but perhaps for once in life, he'd like to experience a different style of living. Perhaps go into the city and live there for a week. Even a day would be fine. And no, not the crops selling and purchasing liquor kind of living, but 'actually' living there. Maybe try those magical video games, or those funny looking toys, perhaps go to a school like other kids. Make friends…He had had no friends in the jungle. He wondered what sort of life it would be. He didn't know. He hadn't lived it.

*Clangg!!!* The axe shook greatly and slipped off of his little hands as the solid tough trunk refused to let the axe blade sink in.

"Arrgh!" Felix for the first time in a long while was angry. He was frustrated and in that spur of the moment, he growled in anger glaring at the tree trunk.

*Boom!!* Suddenly the thick tree trunk exploded without light or smoke. It just exploded and splattered everywhere into small pieces.

"..!!!!!" Felix was stunned. "What just happened?" He was gawking at the scene in front of him. The same went for Mr. Donavon.

Mr. Donavon stared at the splintered wood and then at his son and then at his liquor bottle. He decided to chug it all down in one breath thinking he must not be high enough and was seeing strange things again. Without a word, he left to go inside the log house to grab more bottles of liquor and drank a lot of those.

"..." Unlike Donavon, Felix wasn't able to delude himself into thinking that this wasn't real. The thick trunk of the tree had really exploded and he wondered if his anger caused it? He was confused and curious and the only person he could ask questions from was drinking continuously trying to deny the truth.

Felix ultimately sighed and shook his head. This situation wasn't the first of its kind. There were other occasions when he once saw a centaur in the jungle and once the pebbles around him had started to float when he was throwing them in the lake for fun. When he asked about it to his father, Mr. Donavon had stared at him for long before saying, "You are underage to be drinking. Just wait a few more years and try to ignore such things in the meantime."

Felix sighed repeatedly. This explosion…this was just too bizarre. "I wish someone would explain things to me." He muttered.

At that time, suddenly, jungle echoed with the sound of an engine. The sound was amplified by the terrain causing even Mr. Donavon to come out looking for the source of it. And then, to his horrors he saw a motorcycle FLYING in the sky, coming towards their log-house.

"Dad…can motorcycles fly?" Felix asked in astonishment. His black eyes were glinting with excitement.

"No way in hell son." Mr. Donavon replied mortally staring at the rider of the motorcycle who seemed like half a GIANT! The motorcycle landed and drove into the porch before parking near the duo. The giant came down from the bike and strode towards them. 

The half giant of a man had a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard. His eyes were glinting like black beetles as he smiled towards the two and looked kindly at young Felix.

"Hello, Mr. Muggle…" the giant began to talk but he was gestured to stop by Mr. Donavon who then quickly gulped down the whole bottle of brandy. Then he uncorked the other two bottles as well that he had brought out from the log house and chugged them down at the speed which astonished both Felix and the giant man. 

Then with his face ruddy and his eyes swollen, Mr. Donavon stared daggers at the giant man before him only to find him still standing there. He cursed inaudibly under his breath. He had hoped that everything was just another strange thing that would disappear after some liquor but the reality was finally staring back at him, refusing to go away.

"Sigh.  Who are you? How is that motorcycle able to fly? What business do you have here?" He asked composing himself. The more drunk Mr. Donavon was, the more composed he actually became.

"Glad yeh asked." The giant man said with a grin. "Little me's Hagrid. I am the keeper of the keys and grounds at Hogwarts."

"…the what and where?" Felix asked. 

"Gamekeeper you can say…" Hagrid replied nicely. "At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The only one in the whole of Great Britain. The school for training young wizards."

"..." Mr. Donavon stared at Hagrid and then at the motorcycle which was parked behind him. If it wasn't for him seeing the flying motorcycle earlier, he wouldn't have believed a word Hagrid said.

"The magic is real?" He asked frowning. "There is even a magic school?"

"Yeah!"  Hagrid replied with a smug smile. "Magic's as real as hippogriffs an' dragons. Hogwarts' the best school out there. And I've come te deliver this invitation letter for yeh young'ne." Hagrid said before fumbling into his long overcoat and took out an envelope. "Yeh boy Felix been invited to study in Hogwarts. His name's been down ever since he was born. Kids like him get letter like this when they turn eleven. Today's yer eleventh birthday, isn't it boy?"

"!!!!"

There was a lingering silence. Mr. Bain and Felix were processing what they had been just informed of.  Magic…Hogwarts…birthday?

"Damn it!" Mr. Donavon cursed under his breath again glancing sideways at his son. Today was Felix's birthday indeed. But they never made a big deal out of birthdays. Surely, Mr. Bain would cook a delicacy at night for Felix on his birthdays, but there was no celebration. They lived simply through and through.

"It is my birthday." Felix said blinking his black eyes that matched with Hagrid's in color.

"WELL HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" Hagrid shouted and patted Felix on the shoulder which shook Felix to his knees.

"T…thank you mister Hagrid." Felix replied.

"Ah…Jus' call me Hagrid." He said smiling. "Now, go ahead and read your letter Felix." Saying so, he handed out the envelope. The envelope was yellowish in color and was addressed to him in green characters. Felix tore it open and took out the letter and read.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Felix, 

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. 

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. 

Yours sincerely, 

Minerva McGonagall, 

Deputy Headmistress


Hagrid smiled. He knew the content of the letter. It was the same every time, sent to every new student. While Felix read the letter, Hagrid turned to Mr. Donavon, sensing his intense gaze.

"So, you expect me to send my son to a magic school? We are simple people you know. But strange things like magic…"

"It's strange to yeh cuz yeh didn't try ta implore it." Hagrid said. I saw whatcha did. Drinkin' that liquor ta shake off things yeh find strange. Yeh always been doin' that?" Hagrid shook his head. Someth's needa stared at in the eye instead of runnin' away from." Then Hagrid looked in Felix's direction. "Yer boy got the magic in 'im. He'll be a great wizard I tell yeh. Don't hold 'im back." Saying so, Hagrid cleared his throat to bid goodbyes.

"Well, I gottah go deliver another letter for another boy. Harry Potter. Will be takin' him to Diagon Alley in main london to buy his stationary an' things tomorrow… Yeh can meet me at the muggle station of rail tomorrow morning. We can get both Harry and you get done with yer things. List is written down the letter." Saying so, he turned and rode on his magic motorcycle. "Alright… see yeh later."

And then Hagrid flew off in the motorcycle leaving behind a dazed father and son duo.

That day, Mr. Donavon decided to switch from brandy to whiskey.

During the 1st Wizard War, many wizards died, including the famous James and Lily Potter. Their son Harry Potter survived and was hidden away to his muggle relatives family. But he wasn't the only boy that survived during those times.
 There was yet another boy, the one whose origin was unknown and he also got lost in the muggle world only to reappear as a young wizard who wanted to become the best flame wizard. Follow his journey into the Hogwarts and thereafter as he grows along side Harry, Harmione and Ron.

``oh! Is that Wizard Chess? I haven't seen one of those in real life, may I join you?'' Jack, Harry and Ron all looked up at the girl who was standing their cabin's entrance and were wondering whether they should let her join. But, Jack had always been the biggest Ron-Hermione shipper so he didn't take any time and asked her to join, ``Yes, we would love to have you. Hello, my name is Jack, These are my friends, Ron and Harry.'' Both of them waved at her and smiled and she introduced herself as well, ``Hello, My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger. Pardon Me! But are you really Harry Potter?! I mean I have read about you but I have never seen a picture or anything.'' It didn't take long for her to enter her Library Mode and Jack could see both Ron and Harry were starting to get annoyed. In the books, Harry was a newcomer to world of Magic but with Jack's interference, he was a Wizard capable of taking on a Third Year Hogwarts Student maybe higher and Ron was similar, with his Phantom, the Golden Lion, he had immense Strength alongside great Mana Capacities. 

So Hermione was just reciting most of the stuff they already knew and Jack had to step in, for her own sake, ``Hermione, we'll have plenty of time to discuss books at Hogwarts, tell us about yourself.'' Jack's question stumped Hermione, most of the time people just got up and left without even making excuses. She knew she was a chatterbox and it was the reason for her not making any friends so she was surprised when someone didn't ask her to leave but asked her about herself. So she stopped reciting books and talked about herself, ``Well, my parents are Muggle and I am the first in the family to have magic. When I received the ` Beginners Guide for Wizards and Witches', I immediately told my parents and they were thrilled when I asked them to take me to Diagon Alley Shopping Mall. It was surprisingly modern but I read in a book about recent reforms, they say it was a genius from a William's Family..'' She went on to list her experiences encountering the Wizarding World for the first time and how a certain genius had made it more accommodating and less messy. But she didn't notice, Harry and Ron struggling to control their laughter while Jack's face was almost completely red. When she finally noticed, she worriedly asked, ``Are you okay?! Hey you friend's face is red and you are laughing!'' hearing her shout the two looked at Jack's face one more time before completely bursting into laughter.

``Hahha! Jack, come on please can I tell her? Please Man!'' Harry was begging while Ron was still trying to stop laughing at his friend's embarrassed face. ``What! What do you have to tell me?!'' looking at Hermione's frustrated face and not wanting her to burst a blood vessel, Jack nodded to Harry while thinking in his head, `Ron, you better be grateful, you basta*d'. when Hermione finally finished hearing that the genius she had been describing was sitting right in front of her, she grew red in the face but luckily the Ron here wasn't a idiot like in the first couple of books. ``Hermione, you don't have to be embarrassed. There was no way you could have known. Now, the one who should be embarrassed is Mr. Genius Jack Williams, Hahha'' this time even Hermione joined in the joke and started to laugh but Jack wasn't sad, he was happy. Looking at the three laughing, Jack let go of his embarrassment and laughed as well. The rest of the trip was mostly uneventful and the four enjoyed themselves eating candy (Except Hermione, Dentist Parents) and asking each other questions like their interests, hobbies, what house they might end up in etc. 

When the train was coming to an halt, Hermione noticed that they hadn't changed into Robes, she worriedly asked them in a hurried voice ``Why haven't you guys changed into your Robes? Oh God! I am sorry, I didn't mean to keep you from changing..'' looking at her going into a spiral, the three clicked their fingers and said, `Multicorfors' and their everyday clothes changed into Hogwarts Style Robes. ``Hermione, don't worry about things so much. Relax okay.'' Looking at Ron talking to Hermione, Jack wiped a non-existent tear from his eye and said in his heart, `They grow up so fast'. When the Train came to a halt, they all got off and were greeted by the sight of a Gentle herding kids, ``First Years, this way. Come on, come on, First years this way.'' Following his directions, the group of four made their way towards Hagrid. Hagrid saw them approach and waved towards Harry and Jack who waved back, ``Who's he?'' Hermione asked Ron who told her his best guess, ``I think that's Hagrid, the Groundkeeper of Hogwarts. Jack and Harry met him at Diagon Alley a few days back.'' Once the First Years had gathered around Hagrid, he brought them to the lake side and told them to get on the boats, ``Four at a time, Four at a time. Don't worry, there's plenty of space.''

When everyone was on the boats, Hagrid said the words, ``Onwards!'' and the boats started to move themselves. When the castle came into sight, everyone including Jack was shocked at the grandeur and magnificence the castle exuded. Jack's Magic Sharingan activated itself under his emotions and he saw that the castle and its surrounding were covered in enchantments, traps and spells. Anyone who wished to intrude this place was either stupid or stupidly strong. Even with his Magic Sharingan, Jack wasn't able to see inside of the castle. The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was worthy of its name. When the party of students got off the boats, they were brought to the staircase where McGonagall was waiting for them. 

``Thank you Hagrid, I'll take it from here.'' McGonagall was amazing, she said the words in such kindness but when she turned to the students, her face became strict and no one, no one was not afraid of her at this moment. She went through her speech and left to get everything ready in the Great Hall. ``So it's true then, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.'' The words sounded like they were praising Harry but the tone felt like person wanted him to thank him for the words. Draco cam forward and introduced himself and his lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle but this time no one snickered. In fact, Ron ignored him and continued to talk with Hermione and Jack was more interested in them than `Draco Malfoy'. Harry did a superficial greeting and was clearly wanting to be left alone but Draco is going to be Draco. `` I would recommend coming with us Harry, there are some people in the Wizarding World you might not want to associate with.'' Jack, Hermione and Ron all sighed at the same time, even though they ignored him, the pric* still came after them. they still chose to ingnore him but Harry had had enough of him, ``I think you should leave now before you are unable to.''

Draco was a arrogant pric* and  couldn't take the insult and chose to bring out his Phantom, a Naga, a XXX level being and threaten Harry with it, ``You better say sorry Potter, before I beat you up so bad your filthy friends would have to carry you out of here.'' Draco had just finished his sentence when he felt suffocated, Jack, Harry and Ron hadn't released their Phantoms but just their pressure and Draco was on his knees struggling to breathe. ``Humph! You don't even have the determination to do a little exercise to awaken your Phantom and you dare say we are not worth associating with.'' The trio had XXXXX level Phantoms and the pressure of a single one was enough to destroy Malfoy but Jack knew McGonagall would arrive soon so he took back the pressure and signalled for the two to do the same. Crabbe and Goyle took Draco back to the side while he hatefully glared at the group who just smiled at him.

Jack Smith had lived his life to the fullest and was content with it. That was until he was given the choice to reincarnate into a world of his choice, a chance to become a God.

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Amara with a tray of brownies that she just made heading to the backyard. There she heard bits of conversation between her father, mother and Uncle Josh. Even though she only heard bits of it, she understands the core information. First, she won't be attending Uncle Josh's school, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; second, she will be attending wizarding school somewhere near London named Hogwarts because of her father's job; third, she can't leave to London with her parents; and last, Uncle Josh will be the one helping her to buy school supplies and guide her through how to get to school there.
'So Uncle Josh will be the one who helps me buying supplies and go to Hogwarts. To be honest I'm disappointed that I can't study in Ilvermorny because Uncle's story of his school days is so awesome. Well it's better than nothing,' thought Amara.
Even though she heard the 'slightly' secret conversation, she doesn't pretend to not hear it, instead, she is running fast to them to ask a question. Of course, she was careful enough to not make the brownies fall.
"Is it true that I will not attend Ilvermorny like Uncle Josh?"
"It is true darling, your father's job had been moved over to London. If you study in Ilvermorny it will be too far and I also your father don't want that to happen." Her mother answered her question.
Amara pouts and asking again, "Are Hogwarts or something is like Ilvermorny at all? Because all I know about wizardry school is only from Uncle Josh and it was only about Ilvermorny and a bit about Castelobruxo that is in Brazil."
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the British wizardry school, located in the Scottish Highlands, Amara. They also have houses just like Ilvermorny," this time Joshua answered her. 
"Here I have bought you a book called Hogwarts: A History. I think it will introduce you to Hogwarts as a first-year."
Amara reads the author's name is Bathilda Bagshot and it was a new printed edition, also the synopsis reads as the following: "Do you want to know the secret of Hogwarts? This book contains all the necessary information that you need and also don't. Though it was your choice to read it or not I will give you one trivia fact, the ceiling of the Great Hall is bewitched to look like the outside sky. Do you want to read it now?" 
'What a strange introduction to a book, but I have to say it makes me curious.' Amara's thoughts on the book.
"Thanks, Uncle Josh."
"You all right, Amy? I'm sorry you can't attend Ilvermorny," Alexander apologized as he knows how much of anticipation that his daughter had to attend Ilvermorny.
"It's okay, Papa. I know you can't help as your job required you to move to London," she replied. "When are we going to buy supplies, Uncle Josh?"
"How about when you're exactly eleven? And in the meantime, you can read that book and other old books from my school, though maybe they're a little different from what Hogwarts is using now."
"It's a promise then if you lie you have to buy me a pet," grinning Amara.
"All right, little Amy."
==========
Right on June 13, Joshua came to guide Amara in buying her school supplies. Joshua also brought a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts to Amara. The letter is pastel yellow and uses purple wax seals in the form of a lion, snake, badger, and eagle. The front letter being addressed to Ms. A. Hill and her house address and bedroom. It reads as follow:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall 

Dear Ms. Hill, 
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. 
The term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. 

Yours sincerely, 
Deputy Headmaster
Filius Flitwick 
And in the second paper there is a list of all school necessities:
UNIFORM 
First-year students will require: 
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings) 
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags. 

COURSE BOOKS 
All students should have a copy of each of the following: 
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk 
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot 
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling 
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch 
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore 
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger 
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander 
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble 

OTHER EQUIPMENT 
1 wand 
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) 
1 set glass or crystal phials 
1 telescope 
1 set brass scales 
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad. 
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely, 
Michelle Redtwig
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions 

After reading the letter Amara scrunched up her forehead. 
"Really? it's been ages since Mir-phone is invented. Why do they still need an owl for this kind of work? Owls nowadays are only for being pets and package delivery to the local place that doesn't cost as much as Floo Express Delivery. Is this school not up to date?" Amara said with one eyebrow up in question.
"Well, maybe that's their unique way of communication," grinning Joshua.
"...." Amara can only stare blankly at her uncle.
==========
A few moments later Amara and her uncle are on the car heading to Dragonite Mall, a central market for all wizarding folk in America. It is an equivalent to Diagon Alley in Britain. Unlike Diagon Alley, Dragonite Mall is like a mall for No-Maj in common. The only difference is inside the have an extended charm for so many shops and also they pay with American wizarding folk currency, Dragot, and Sprink. Dragot currency has 3 types, which are 1 Dragot, ½ Dragot, and ¼ Dragot. 1 Dragot equals to 100 Sprink, ½ Dragot equals to 50 Sprink and ¼ Dragot equals to 25 Sprink.

Amara is a muggle-born witch from America who had to decline an offer to study at Ilvermorny because of her father's work moving to London. For a reason that is she could not be far from her parents, Amara had to study at Hogwarts instead. Amara's uncle is a wizard so Amara has been introduced to the thing named magic since she was a child. How was Amara's adventure at Hogwarts when everything felt new but familiar at the same time? The cover is not mine to take credit for.

Jun Wu Xie couldn't help but think of Elder Luo's 'hobby' - the art of witchcraft.
 
In her previous life, Jun Wu Xie had heard of certain ethnic groups in certain places, which were proficient at using this sort of strange and magical art. At that time, Jun Wu Xie was kept in a cage all day, and all she could do daily was to read books, thus having read several books on this subject.
Those books, however, only described the weirdness of this particular subject, but the basis and principle of it was not explained.
Jun Wu Xie remembered that when she was a little old, that demon had also whispered and mumbled about the magic of witchcraft in private, and he had even wanted to uncover the mystery in it, but the result was a failure. At that time, that person brought home among other things, many of these creatures with very strong toxicity.
Seeing everything in Elder Luo's house, Jun Wu Xie just knew exactly what the uses were for those things.
 
Elder Luo was busy with what she had on hand, and she naturally did not notice Jun Wu Xie peeping from outside. After a while, she filled the liquid in the copper pot into small bottles, and turned away.
Following the direction where Elder Luo was headed, Jun Wu Xie noticed that on the wall behind Elder Luo, there was a thin woman who had been tortured. The woman's face was haggard, and her four limbs shackled tightly to the wall. Her eyes were full of terror and panic. As Elder Luo approached with each step, the terror in her eyes became more and more obvious, as if she would fall apart in the next second.
"What's with such a horrible look on your face? For ordinary people like you, to have the honour of coming to our Sacred Maiden Tribe is a great glory. And you can, up to now, contribute to the legacy of our Sacred Maiden Tribe, this is such a huge blessing that you should be grateful, and not fearful." Elder Luo took a bottle of freshly prepared bewitched water as she stared laughingly at the scared and shivering woman.
She was obviously laughing, but the tone, if anyone heard it, contained indescribable horror.
The woman was already terribly frightened as she looked beseechingly at the devil approaching her. She kept shaking her head and trying to repel the approach of Elder Luo. Her chapped lips spread open but there was no sound coming from her throat. Her voice seemed as if it was blocked by someone. 
Elder Luo didn't seem to see the woman's horror. She walked to the woman's side and looked up and down at the woman's skinny bones, her eyes were as cold as examining a dead object, not a person.
"If it weren't for my witchcraft which has helped you maintain your beautiful face, you will be old and faint. This youth spell is a treasure that only my Sacred Maiden Tribe possesses. To have been used by an outsider like you, you really got a great bargain. It is only natural that you have to return the favour for my tribe." Elder Luo reached her hand out, smiling, as she forced open the trembling woman's mouth. With immense fear shining in the woman's eyes, the bottle of potion was poured into the woman's mouth…. 
The potion entered her mouth and flowed into her stomach, and after just a moment, the woman tensed up as if she had a cramp all over her body. Her blood vessels suddenly protruded all over her fair skin, and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked like she was going to explode in the next second. 
As the initiator, Elder Luo just used a pair of unemotional eyes to record the woman's reaction little by little.


She was a peerless genius in the 24th Century – all she needed was a silver needle and she could practically bring anyone back from the dead.

After an explosion, she crossed over into a strange world; everyone calls her “Miss.” The previous “Miss” before had no contractual spirit, was weak and incompetent, and even the fiancé comes over with a new love and bullies her?

Now that she has taken over, who dares to act so presumptuously around her? With needles in hand, the world is for her to own! Wherever she goes, miracles follow! However, she saved a pest. What was she thinking when she saved that man. His stunning demeanor and impeccable face is a huge contrast to his cruel actions. He tries all ways to win her over.

This is an interesting cross over story with some magic, romance and a black bellied miss as the main character.

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