Harry Potter and the Wizarding Class

When Aibo came to this world and started looking through the history books, he was devastated. The books clearly stated that Merlin had helped King Arthur drive out the Roman legions with a red dragon, and that this had happened in the astonishingly late tenth century. Flip forward two pages, and the records get more and more outrageous: the great geographical discoveries in the thirteenth century, circumnavigation of the globe in the fourteenth, smallpox ravaging the land in the fifteenth, Astronomy flourishing in the sixteenth, and the Industrial Revolution in the seventeenth... Either this world was full of extraordinary talents, or transmigrators had been causing a total mess. And now it was finally my turn. I, a man from the Information Age, was going to change this era. I was going to kick the Information Age right in the butt! But when Aibo turned to the cover, it read: Third Edition, 1989 AD, printed by the Royal Library Association of Great Britain. Wonderful! Aibo happily tucked the book into his bag, brimming with inexplicable confidence and pride. Sadly, that ambition didn't last long. Just half an hour later, Aibo was unconscious in a hospital bed, as a little wooden stick reached toward him. “Rennervate!”