[Harry Potter] The Transmigration of a Good-for-Nothing Priest

This is the tearful history of a heroine who was utterly useless at playing a priest in WOW, then transmigrates into a world of magic.

This is the story of a good-for-nothing who transmigrates into HP with her gaming skills, but cannot “use them flexibly.”

This is the tragic tale of a transmigrating girl who worships The Chosen One and wants to team up to fight the snake-faced Demon King, only to discover that she was born nearly a century before the Demon King, and may even be off to meet Merlin before she ever gets to meet The Chosen One.

Girl: Albus, you're hurt? Let me heal you!

Five seconds later

Albus Dumbledore was still bleeding profusely. Gellert Grindelwald watched, the veins on his forehead throbbing and the corner of his mouth twitching, as the little bug who had been half-dead five seconds earlier happily flew away...

In short, this is the story of a girl who transmigrates into the magical world she loves, hoping to “accomplish something great.” She has plenty of skills, but can't use her golden finger or become a Mary Sue. All she can do is raise children under the title of the wife of the greatest white wizard of the century, and gaze affectionately with her orange-peel face at The Chosen One, who could be her great-great-grandson.

The heroine is a loyal Gryffindor; the author is a loyal Slytherin (what a confusing sentence), so there's no bias...

Pairing: Albus Dumbledore (lamenting the lack of an Albus/OC romance; supporters of AD/GG, please move along...)

Note: 1. Since my previous story is still unfinished, even I don't trust my track record for finishing what I start…

2. If you spot anything illogical, unreasonable, or seriously contrary to canon, please point it out, lore enthusiasts! Thank you!

3. Reasonable criticism is welcome. Personal attacks are not, and readers fighting among themselves is discouraged!