Harry Potter: You Are the White Dark Lord

Only when I got into the game did I realize that Duan Keng Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu was very good at imaginative writing. Guan Wuni and A'er could expand a lot of plots outside the original work, and it involved the reincarnation of the series. Everything was very interesting. I really want to see Wu Ni and A'er become the principal (at least Very influential to the future wizards in the magic world and with high political status), Ash became the White Devil, and together with others, Shafiq killed everyone jpg and became the top 0P in the magic world. I am a native dog and I want to see other people talk about the Shafiq family in awe. I beg the author to at least give an outline (crying)

I decided to produce my own food. [Transformed] If the author doesn't like it, please delete it. 54 Fourth floor corridor You paused for a second. Quirrell's back has disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and the hem of his black robe swept the edge of the stone steps, like a snake escaping in a hurry. His walking posture was strange, with his right shoulder slightly lower than his left shoulder, as if he was deliberately balancing some weight—or, in other words, avoiding some sight. You should have gone back to the auditorium. Shaw, Barr, and Vance are still waiting there. They will ask you what happened in Snape's office, you will tell them about the health potion, and then it will be business as usual: dinner, Room of Requirement, practice spells, and bed in the dormitory. But you didn't turn around. You took a step up the stairs. No plan, no thought in advance about how to explain himself if he was discovered, not even an invisibility cloak. You just want to see where he goes. See what a man possessed by Voldemort would do in Hogwarts at night. This is stupid. You know. But you keep going up. On the right side of the corridor on the fourth floor is the forbidden corridor - Vance said that the three-headed dog Luwei was guarding behind that door, and the magic stone was hidden under the trap door. Quirrell's target should be there, because at this moment his figure is moving towards the end of the corridor. You stopped at the corner, leaning against the wall, with only half of your eyes exposed. Quirrell stopped before the door. He didn't try to open the door or take out his wand. He just stood there, his back to you, his shoulders rising slightly. The large scarf on his head cast a twisted shadow in the dim candlelight, as if there was another head breathing on the back of his head. After a few seconds, he turned and left. You immediately retreated behind the corner, holding your breath and listening to his footsteps fade away. He didn't turn back, but went around to another place at the other end of the corridor. You stood there for a long time until you were sure that the surroundings were completely quiet. Then you walk to that door. The wooden door was closed tightly, and a faint warm light shone through the crack of the door, perhaps from the torch behind the door, or perhaps from the breath of the three-headed dog. You didn't reach out to touch the door handle, you just stood in front of the door and looked at the wood grain on the door panel that had been worn away by time. You can't use a broomstick, you can't touch plants, you can't make potions. But the door does not resist you. You take a step back and turn around to leave. As you walked down the stairs, you finally understood where that urge came from. Not curiosity or a desire for adventure. It's pure, cold calculation. If you want to be like Dumbledore, you just have to imitate him: gentle, fair, wise, treating everyone as pawns and children. But if you want to become a stronger White Devil than Dumbledore—— You need to understand Voldemort. You need to know why a person would choose the path of the Dark Lord, and then go in the completely opposite direction at the same fork. So you followed Quirrell. No plan, no preparation, but not impulsive either. The voices of Mr. Filch and Mrs. Norris came from the end of the corridor. You quickened your pace, and you happened to pass by a floating ghost as you turned down the next flight of stairs. The translucent, silver-speckled face faces you sideways, and the hem of his robe drags across the stone steps. Barrow the Bloody. He didn't seem to see you and walked straight through the wall beside you. But you noticed that the direction he disappeared from was not the Slytherin common room, but - again towards Ravenclaw Tower. This is the second time. You keep this in mind and continue downstairs. When the door of the auditorium was opened, dinner was almost over. Si Hao was sitting at the end of the Slytherin table. When he saw you coming in, he put down the knife and fork in his hand. You nodded slightly at him, indicating that everything was okay. Vance cast a questioning look from Hufflepuff, and Barr leaned half over the Gryffindor table to wave at you. They're making sure you're okay. You smiled at them. The curvature of the corners of his mouth was slight, but enough to reassure them. When he sat back down next to Si Hao, he didn't ask anything, he just pushed a plate of untouched barbecue in front of you. "Eat first," he said, "and then we'll talk about it." You pick up your fork. You didn't mention Quirrell's matter for now, but you knew you would have to talk about it sooner or later. And Si Hao had already read something from your silence, and he just chose to wait for you to take the initiative to speak. This is good. You also need time to collect your thoughts.

I don't want to permanently stop updating. Is there any similar article recommendation in the comment section? I really need qaq.

Can I pay you to come back and finish it? It's easy to talk about money. I'll just work hard and earn money from now on. [Crying] [Crying] [Crying]

If you don't plan to write it anymore, could you please send me an outline? At least tell me what Severn's prophecy is about, and what is the ending planned by these people.

Teacher... I will always rape you... Forever...

I feel that this book has become a knot in my heart. I have been waiting for a year, but the result is that the update is permanently suspended. Until now, I have read five or six times.

I obviously said that there will be more [Cracked] [Cracked] Do you know how hard I have been waiting for this year [Resolved] How about posting a rough ending [Resolved] [Resolved]

Liar, you clearly said that the first bid will be completed and it will be updated slowly [crying]

Madam, come back and take a look [crying] [crying] [crying]