[No system, no time travel, occasional nonsense, not invincible writing, you can use a little brain, original characters and some private settings]
"Do you know how the Ministry of Magic enslaves you? 24 Hours! Work 24 hours a day! We don't even have a minute to rest! No one cares! We will perish!" Said the young man, standing on the high platform, like a savior guarded by stars.
At this time, in the eyes of Squib and Half-Blood, he was not a Dark Lord, but a burning flame, a light in the dark night.
Blakes: "Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings. I am just a weak scholar. What kind of Dark Lord? I don't know, don't understand, don't know. Be careful, I will sue you for slander!"
Everyone: "…………"
Voldemort: "At that time, I was eating bread and singing, and suddenly someone rushed in and wanted to dissect me! Is there any royal law? Is there any law~! I need help from the Ministry of Magic! Where are the Aurors? Aurors come quickly! There is a pervert!"
Dumbledore: "I originally thought Tom was the waterloo of my educational career until I met Blakes..."
Blakes: "Hey!"
The introduction is weak, please move the text.
(This is a rewrite of my Thunderbirds. Some readers want me to continue updating that one, but I feel that the writing in that book is not very good, so I might as well rewrite it. There are many plots and settings that I want to change. Thank you all for your support and love. Hantan will always love you.)
Come on, keep writing