A civil war breaks out in the wizarding world every hundred years.
When the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters were fighting fiercely, the Trelawny family, a famous prophecy family, made a new statement.
"The one who defeats the Dark Lord is at hand... The Dark Lord will never have peace..."
The son of the Potter family came into being.
Order of the Phoenix: Albus, we must protect Harry Potter closely and train him to become a qualified savior.
Dumbledore: No, no, my son, we should raise him to be a perfect bride... He will not only be the future leader of the Order of the Phoenix... But also the future queen of the Death Eaters...
Order of the Phoenix: ...
Voldemort: Damn old bee, Avada, Avada, Avada dada...
Severus: Potter, with your head stuffed with splendens and your IQ comparable to that of a troll, didn't you tell you that technology that can't even cut potion ingredients perfectly can actually create extremely delicious dishes to capture His Majesty's stomach and intestines, thereby gaining the favor of the Dark Lord and successfully completing the important task of the marriage between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters? !
Potter: Hey, hey, Sev, it's so hard...
Petunia: Come on, Harry, baby, tilt your head back ten more degrees, open your green eyes a little wider, and make your voice softer fifteen degrees, okay, baby, it's perfect~~ It makes people want to rub it into their arms and love it~~
Rita Skeeter: A bleak and tearful life story is the best way to bring people closer together. It's perfect...
Lucius: Hahaha...