Not developed
No one takes good care of me
There is no 'influence' from inexplicably irrelevant people
I am who I am
just me
I am the absolute devil!
You can think of this as a fake HP fanfic. I don't want my son to work hard to climb up just to become a village chief...
I can't accept the setting where I went to school to scheming with hundreds of brats, and one noble out of every four people got into Slytherin.
Just think that I prostituted HP's world framework. In fact, I really don't want to write this as a fan.