I have been a hardcore Harry Potter fan for 20 years. My biggest dream in life is to change my career and become a wizard.
Unfortunately, God failed to fulfill his wish. When he was born, he didn't have all his talents and skills, so he became a legendary pervert who cut out the brain's lobotomies and performed electroshock therapy - ah, bah - the legendary psychiatrist who saved lives and healed the wounded and had an angelic aura.
However, I never expected that on such an ordinary Monday, I would open my eyes and travel through time!
I never thought that a mediocre social animal like me in the psychiatry department would one day seize the hero's halo to protect the magic stone and thwart the dark wizard!
But, why does the boy with an unkind expression across from me feel so familiar - holy shit! I am not wearing it fifty years too early!
I want my Hermione college bully and Ron cherub! I don't want to be brothers with the Dark Lord! Brother?
Holy shit! Where is my little brother! I have been famous all my life, but I will dress like a girl when I die!
Holy shit! What score did I get in the CET-6 exam back then? This, this, this, what are these bird songs!
Let me go back! Ahhhh! I don't want to come to the magical world to treat mental illness!
It can't be cured! He will die!
What else can you do besides pampering me?
Anti-social devil*pseudo loli social animal uncle
It's probably a happy short or medium story, full of sadness and joy, and the plot depends on your mood.
Redemption will be sorted out first, and the irregularly deposited manuscripts are expected to be completed before the spring semester of 2021.
Purpose: Pay attention to the mental health of special groups
