[No System, no transmigration, occasional silliness, not an invincible protagonist story. You can use a little brainpower, and it has original characters and some original worldbuilding.]
“Do you know how the Ministry of Magic enslaves you? Twenty-four hours! We work twenty-four hours a day! We don't even get a single minute to rest! Nobody cares! We're going to perish!” the boy declared, standing on a raised platform like The Chosen One, with the stars gathered around him.
To Squibs and half-bloods, he was no Dark Lord. He was a blazing flame, a light in the darkness.
Blake: “Exceptional intelligence is humanity's greatest asset. I'm just a frail scholar. Dark Lord? Never heard of him. Don't know him, don't understand him. Watch it, or I'll sue you for slander!”
Everyone: “…”
Voldemort: “I was eating bread and singing when someone suddenly burst in and tried to dissect me! Is there any justice? Any law at all? I need help from the Ministry of Magic! Where are the Aurors? Aurors, get over here! There's a pervert!”
Dumbledore: “I used to think Tom was the great failure of my teaching career, until I met Blake...”
Blake: “Heh!”
I'm no good at writing introductions, so please head straight to the story.
(This is a rewrite of my Thunderbirds novel. Some readers wanted me to keep updating the old one, but I didn't think it was very good, so I thought I'd rewrite it instead. There were also lots of plot points and details I wanted to change. Thank you all for your support and kindness. Hantan will always love you.)
Come on, keep writing